The Price of Fame
Honest Politicians. Humane Terrorists. Religious Devils. Then it get’s confusing.
Wendell’s learned that gnomes are just as irritating an dangerous as humans…they just come in smaller packaging.
Citizens are rebelling, the government’s collapsing, the Church is selling off the poor, and Dax’s head is on the chopping block.
All Chuck needs to get everyone home is a city wide diversion, a flying S.L.A.G., four lawyers, a hand grenade…and a tiny bit of string.
It feels good when a plan comes together!
Judge a religion by its principles, not practitioners.
Nets have a habit of catching all sorts of crap and crazy.
“Did you leave any trace?”
“No Father. We stopped and secured the area, but there was a significant amount of damage. Repair crews will be there for days. I made sure there weren’t any camera’s in that location of the tunnels, so no one knows we were there.”
“What caused the explosion?”
“Not certain. The section wasn’t near volatile containers or machinery—so it can’t be a malfunction. It had to be set on purpose. A bomb.”
“That would be my guess.”
“And the rest of the gnomes?”
“No one was hurt. They’re being processed now. Shouldn’t take more than a couple days to get them cleaned up well enough to join the last batch. These ones are pretty grungy.”
“Wonderful. I knew you were the one to entrust with these important missions of faith.” Pause,
“Now, what about the human?”
“Don’t call him that, Captain!”
“I’m sorry father. Forgive me. Habit, nothing more.”
“I understand. We must be careful. Thoughts become words, words become actions.”
“Yes father. I…uh, made sure the ‘human’ was taken directly to the cells below. Thought you might like him in the main interrogation chamber. Away from anyone else. Well…except…”
“Don’t worry about them. They are of no consequence and will soon be joining the offerings to secure our safety.” Tapping a finger to chin, “Did he have any weapons? Objects of any kind upon his person?”
“No father, only this.”
“Yes sir. Only a blank piece of paper. Ran a spectrum of lights over it—but it doesn’t have invisible ink. No markings at all.”
“A bit odd, don’t you think, Captain?”
“Very odd. But I’m not the one that should be thinking about these things. I leave that to those with greater minds.”
“As you should. And you’ve kept your men clear of the area?”
“Completely. The monks have done all the hands-on work from the point of our arrival.”
“We don’t want anyone second guessing, now do we? It could weaken beliefs, give the enemy a chance to destroy our carefully built spiritual ecosystem. Do we want that to happen? Any chance of that happening?”
“Absolutely not, father.”
“Of course not. Excellent. You’ve done well, Captain. Very well, in fact. TGII will reward you for your faithfulness in the next life. I have seen a tremendous mansion in the afterlife.”
“Thank you, father!” Pausing, “Oh, there is one small issue I need to deal with—but it…requires your insight.”
“One of the captives was, in truth, one of my own men. The one I told you about? The Gnolaum switched places with him…and I was forced to leave him behind.”
Another pause. “What’s your point, Captain?”
“Spit it out.”
“Yes father. He seems to have had a change of heart.”
“Has he now? And what kind of change would that be?”
Pause. “He’s convinced that we’re making a mistake. That these infidels are, in truth, innocent gnome citizens and not infidels at all.”
“I see. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
“Yes father. So what would be your counsel? He’s a good soldier and I’d like to get him the help he needs.”
“Their is only one thing you can do with those corrupted by the ways of infidels, Captain. Process him with the others.”
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Overview & Preview
I can define this book in three words: Justice, Justice, Justice.
Wendell has been kidnapped, tortured, ridiculed, and that’s just for starters. His friends have been looking for him and crafting plans to save Dax before the Government turds have their way. So many are trying to make life better for the citizens of Clockworks City, only to be barred by the snakes in power. That’s why keeping an eye focused on your goals and taking consistent steps towards them is usually the best course of action.
And if that doesn’t work–you can always try using a bigger snake.
Be prepared to laugh though. Buckley has proven time and again that he can make me laugh so hard, I can wet myself if I’m not careful. Situations between characters are one thing, but Chuck should be a stand up comedian. You…will…laugh, because this book is hands down nuts.
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