Jeff’s Reviews > Swashbucklers > Status Update

"Yes, a bit like in that book. You’d be surprised by how many stories you humans read that contain little trails leading back to the truth of the world you live in."

"...I’m the one who believed it was real, so I had to go. Although…” he laughed, “…obviously it didn’t help! I well and truly anchored myself to the past, forgot the present, and ended up in between. I absolutely limboed myself.”

"Then you grow up. You discover life doesn’t work out for most people, you’ll fuck up, you’ll have regrets, the nightmares you had will never truly leave you, but those friendships you treasured will. And that magic you remembered so well? It’s just a memory now. A feeling you can’t really explain and can’t ever get back."

A touch on the sentimental side, but the plug for Cobra Kai is enough to overlook it.

Oh, he's clearly Mike Hanlon! These are brilliantly subtle nods. So many other tv shows (Stranger Things) and books (Chalk Man) just superficially imitate (Summer of Night) King's brilliant masterwork of cosmic horror. I'm not far enough in to know for sure, but at this point, it feels like a labor of love, loyal to its homage where other fanboys fall short.

Bicycle, always made the best sound.

A character named Doc and a touch of Derry amnesia. I like where this is headed.

Yet it felt good. As though he hadn’t laughed in years. Which come to think of it he probably hadn’t. He hadn’t found anything this funny in a good long time.

She liked going out with her friends all the time, he preferred binge-watching TV shows on Netflix. All the usual stuff you discover far too late, before realising you should have been listening to that gut feeling that kept nagging you all that time – even if that gut feeling had always been searching for someone it wasn’t even sure existed.

"Why did he often find himself lying to his son to get out of answering a perfectly reasonable question. I don’t have the energy for the technicalities of a discussion that could spawn a thousand more questions and last forever, came the well-worn reply from his brain."

Actually a rather appropriate follow-up to the heartbreakingly brilliant Pinfeathers.

The treadmill just keeps going. And if it’s smeared with crap you don’t get a chance to step off for a moment and clean everything up… you just have to keep running, getting messier and messier, until you are only age and shit, and there is nothing else left of the person you used to be.