Jim C. Hines does not typically write about your average strapping country–boy–turned–hero or dashing princes on yet another epic quest. He much prefers the underdog hero (such as Jig, a goblin), and thank–you–very–much–but–I’ll–save–myself princesses, and his books are all the more delightful because of it.
There are days for us that the current fandom kerfuffle makes one want to, as in the words of Seanan McGuire, “ignite the biosphere.” It’s very easy to get frustrated and angry at the problems that crop up and want to retire from it all, almost always for very good reasons.
These are not all the same man, but they could be.
On a muted television:
He smirks like he’s found the way out of an impossible maze, like he hasn’t a care in the world. Except that if you look in his eyes, you’ll see the breadcrumbs leading right back to the labyrinth.
