In a fight, there is rarely room for tactics, or strategy. Strategy is for wars. Tactics are for battles. In fights, what you use are instincts.
Atina’s a nerd.
Jack and I had been friends. I knew a little bit about him. I’d always thought of him as a man who’d been decent at heart, if a little bit too easily swayed by those around him, his environment. He tried to be all things to all people, and it made it difficult to tell whether the way he acted around me was who he truly was, or just another mask.
As part of an agreement with my patreon, I’m posting some of the novellas from the patreon, to share- And to give some tone on the upcoming stories! While I don’t have a novel posting, I’ll be catching up- A chapter every Saturday.
For the longest time, human abundance was a wasting asset. For most of human existence, wealth has been measured in food. Being allowed to continue to live. Whether humans are agrarian or hunter-gatherers, food comes in waves. Now, as a species, we have discovered many fantastic ways to extend those waves, preserving the harvest, making it year round, so that there is always abundance. But for a very long time, when you were wealthy, that wealth would decrease in value the longer you held onto it. Unlike money, in that sense. So, when you found yourself with abundance… You threw a feast.
“Alfred. What, exactly, makes Excalibur special?”