Tuesday Update - REVIEW: TALES DESIGNED TO THRIZZLE #2
I sorely miss my days as a blacksmith's apprentice, let me tell you. That almost comforting blast of metallic heat as I entered the smithy. The glow of the forge, holding the potential of implements of agriculture, repair, even torture (his money was as good as anyone's) in its orange, molten core. The old, charred gloves, handed down from generation to--well, I think mine were only a couple years old. They don't last that long. The resounding CLANGG as you beat the piece into shape, so primal. Like making the Earth work for you, taking a piece of it and changing it from Nature to something Human. You get a small taste of just what this life was like in Logan Polk's review of Tales Designed to Thrizzle #2, if you have the slightest spark of the ol' forge in your souls.
How was that? I could try it again, but with coalmining?
How was that? I could try it again, but with coalmining?
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