Well, the big super
bowl game is on tonight and I’m watching a Star Trek Next Gen marathon instead.
LOL Don't get me wrong, we still have all the food and trimmings, like WAY more
than we need, but with several televisions in the house, the game can be
merrily playing in the kitchen and living room while I hunker down in my
writing cave and watch something totally different. If anything really exciting
happens, the family will let me know. :D
So, next week The Walking Dead returns and I'm not
sure if I'm super-excited or not. I think I am, but won't know until I see the
new episode. And Bitten is coming
soon, February 15 on Syfy. Definitely excited for more of that show.
My usual shows all
had great episodes. I completely forgot to mention The Magicians in last week's post, but I'm seriously liking that
show. And Lost Girl is in its final
run of episodes. I've seen the way it ends and I'm definitely watching the last
hurrah. I hope another show with fae-releated characters turns up sometime.
The Flash ended up surprising me, which I'm always thrilled to have happen. Arrow also threw in an interesting
reveal and I'm speculating like mad now. Legends
of Tomorrow mixed up the teams and I'm down with them doing that on a
regular basis.
Agent Carter has such a great mix of humor and tension.
I almost wish there could be a longer season, but I'm also kind of happy with
the brevity, mainly because the writing stays pretty focused and doesn't dart
off on too many tangents.
Last but not least,
The X-Files had one of those instant classic episodes that I could watch over
and over again. I can't wait to talk to my brother about it. Teen Wolf, again,
feels rather choppy, but I've been thinking about that and have come to the
conclusion it's supposed to feel that way, especially since the creepy doctors
can warp time, or whatever it is they do. So yeah, I just needed to have that
last little piece click into place. LOL
And that's it for
television this week.
Tonight's post is from
Juvenile Behavior, a novella that started with a wild hair idea and has
blossomed into an old family feud that needs to be settled by my main
characters.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Freddie and Owen, top
Adepts putting cadets through their paces at the Mage Academy, are very much in
love, but refuse to act on their attraction. But when the Mage Principal has
enough of their antics, he strips them of their rank and tenure and pushes them
to act like grown-ups instead of juvenile delinquents.
And the preview
snippet…
Orville Parker glared in his
son's direction. Owen tried to muster up an appropriate response… but hell,
he'd had too much fun to even try and deny the charges his father made. Cooling
his heels in the maze with Freddie had been worth finishing off the bottle of
Amberlane, even though the potent alcohol had been banned since the elder
Parker's days at the Mage Academy. The stuff went down smooth but packed quite
a punch, and sometimes the amber liquid induced hallucinations and could also
trigger a dormant ability. Still, nothing his dad could say would change Owen's
mind.
"You're both barred from
classes."
Except that. Owen wouldn't stand
to have something he'd achieved taken away because he'd actually gone and had
fun for once. He opened his mouth to protest.
Freddie beat him to the punch.
"Are you insane? You can't lose your two best instructors."
Ha, best argument yet. "Yeah,
what she said." Owen held his dad's gaze. "Who else do you have on
the roster that can teach new cadets how to master the gyroscope with their minds?"
Exactly no one.
Orville shrugged. "We'll get
by. You two aren't getting back into a study room until you've cleaned up your
acts."
Freddie snorted. "What's to
clean up? We have the highest percentage of cadets who make it through. No one
else is even close."
Orville acknowledged her words
with a brief nod. "True. But…" He paused. "When my top two
Adepts are acting like recalcitrant teenagers, something must be done about it.
And treating you like the age group in question seems a good place to start."
Owen didn't like the inference.
"Since when does blowing off steam get lumped in with juvenile
behavior?" Geez, his dad needed to relax a little.
The elder Parker lifted a brow.
"Invisible shaving cream in the west corridor…" He held up a finger.
"Levitating candelabras in the chapel." He added a second.
"Exploding confetti balloons in the main bathing suite. Cheap parlor
tricks are beneath Adepts at your level." His hand slammed down onto the
heavy oak of the desk. "You're supposed to set the example. The cadets
follow your lead. You're the grown-ups." He growled. "Act like it,
dammit."
Owen didn't have an argument,
except… "Look, Dad, no one got hurt. That should count for
something."
Freddie chimed in again.
"Damn straight. Do you have any idea how much skill it takes to pull off
half the stuff we did without putting anyone in the healing chambers?"
Orville shot her a blistering
look.
She lifted a shoulder.
"Okay, stupid question. Of course, you do." She met his gaze.
"What do you want from us here?"
Orville rose from the edge of the
desk. "Sixty days probation where you two have to refrain from doing any
kind of spell casting or conjuring." He held up a hand to stop any
protests. "If you refuse, that's it. You lose all privileges and any
tenure you've gained."
Freddie gasped. Owen didn't blame
her, the punishment didn't quite seem to fit juvenile role his dad had cast
them in. But… the man had a point, even if Owen hated to admit it.
He stood. "Fine. What do you
suggest Freddie and I do to alleviate stress and tension?"
Orville lifted a brow.
"You've got sixty days to figure it out. And I if I have to explain the
myriad of methods you can use to bust boredom, you can't be my kid."
Freddie chuckled then laughed
outright. Owen blinked and looked at his dad a little closer. The man couldn't
be serious. Except… yes, he could.
Well, hell's bells. He'd be happy
to oblige his old man.
Shrugging, Owen reached out and
grabbed Freddie's hand, hauling her out of the chair. "Let's go, Freddie.
I'm pretty sure we can figure out some grown up stuff to do."
Freddie smirked. "Sixty
days, right? Yeah, plenty of time to get and be creative." Turning, she
gave Orville a backhanded wave. "Just remember, you're the one who made
this rather grand suggestion."
Oh, if only having
fun would be that easy. LOL But Freddie and Owen have an uphill battle to wage.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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