Book Review of Rob Seablue
and the Eye of Tantalus
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Blurb
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A
magical curse has been unleashed and Connecticut teen Sorcerer Rob Seablue’s best
friend has been seduced by evil magic. To save his best friend—and to save the
world from his best friend—Rob will fight magical duels, decipher an ancient
riddle, and help sad, depressed teenagers to be happy and self-confident so
that the curse can’t destroy them. And he will wage a war against the evil
magic all while seeing heavy metal rock shows, going on dates with his
girlfriend, doing his homework, and avoiding getting grounded by his father for
staying out late! A unique novel at the cutting edge intersection of teen urban
fantasy and libertarian/objectivist fiction, this novel can be described as
“Atlas Shrugged” meets “Harry Potter.”
"What
more could a libertarian novel reader want? . . . The book is ingenious
throughout and most ingenious at its end -- ingenious, I might add, without
losing plausibility. Actually, the story continually becomes more plausible, as
well as more exciting." - Stephen Cox, Editor, Liberty Magazine
About the
Author:
Russell Hasan lives in
Connecticut. He is a graduate of Vassar College and the University of
Connecticut School of Law, and is a lawyer/novelist/philosopher. He is
politically libertarian (socially liberal, economically conservative). He is
also a fan of the New York Yankees. More information about him (as well as free
short stories) can be found on his website: http://russhasan.blogspot.com.
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Excerpt:
Chapter One: Hater Gator
I
open my eyes like a newborn opening them for the first time. There is a crack
in the ceiling above me. I try to sit up, but can’t. My hands are tied behind
my back and my feet are tied to the leg of a table nearby. I’m slightly dizzy,
my head hurts terribly and I can feel blood oozing from a cut in the back of my
scalp. Leonard “Hugs” Huggins, my best friend since kindergarten all the way up
to our present place as soon-to-be ninth graders at East Norwalk High School in
East Norwalk, Connecticut, is sitting in a chair, staring down at me with a
curious half-frown on his lips. On the desk behind him is a jar, and inside of
the jar is… what is that thing?
“What
happened, Hugs?” I ask. “Why am I tied up on the floor of your bedroom? We were
making sandwiches, I opened that jar of pickles for you, and that’s the last
thing I remember. What’s up?” I recall that there was a strange magic spell on
the jar of pickles that held the lid shut and I cast a spell to remove it
without bothering to think about why it was there. That may have been a mistake
on my part. But who would put an enchanted seal on a jar of pickles?
“That
was not a jar of pickles, Rob,” Hugs says. His voice sounds sad and forlorn and
tense and also kind of bored, as if he has given up on life but finds his
resignation to be healthy and normal.
“Well,
then, what is it?” I ask, as memories float up through my mind like bubbles
coming up from boiling water. Suddenly I remember that Hugs and I had a fight
about a month ago; he had stopped talking to me for a few weeks, and today was
the first time that we had hung out in a month. I never learned what he was mad
at me for; I never asked and I didn’t care; my forgiveness for my friends is
absolute. But I thought that it was just Hugs being Hugs; he gets a little bit
scary sometimes, even though I love him dearly.
“And
were you the one that hit me in the
head and knocked me out?” I ask. “That was not funny, Hugs. That wasn’t funny
at all.”
Hugs
smiles, although it is a smile completely devoid of joy.
“Yes,
I did feel a little bit squeamish about punching you in the head. I didn’t… I
didn’t want you to die. But it was the only way. The Eye told me to do it.”
“The
what?” I ask. The illusion magic spell that had caused me to see a jar full of
pickles fades away, and now I can see the thing that is really in the jar: it’s
an eyeball floating in a glass jar filled with embalming fluid. It is an
albino’s eye, the iris is red. Even though the eye just floats there and
doesn’t move, I get the feeling that the eye is watching me. And not only is it
an eye, but I can see its aura—the ability to see auras is one of the magical
powers that I have as a Sorcerer—and the disembodied eye’s aura is dark red and
black and oozing, like a bleeding deep cut in somebody’s arm, except that
underneath the red and black is another color, shimmering, shiny silver and… I
can feel an intelligence in the silver, and it is looking at me.
“Hugs,
what have you done? And what in the world is in that jar?”
“They
call it the Eye of Tantalus,” Hugs says. “I read about it in a book in the
secret room in the South Norwalk Public Library, the room where they keep the
books for Sorcerers.”
“What
room? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.
“How
patronizing of you to maintain your charade! You were never a good actor, Rob,
so confess to being a Sorcerer. I must admit that I was very surprised when I
learned that magic is real, but then, somehow, it all made sense. And of
course, it behooves the Sorcerers to keep the rest of the world from learning
that magic exists—how convenient of you to keep all those powers for yourself
and to let the rest of us be weak and vulnerable!”
“Magic
isn’t real, Hugs. Everyone knows that. There is no such thing as magic.”
“Don’t
lie to me!” Hugs says furiously. “The truth about sorcery has been revealed to
me—so you might as well drop the normal American teenager act and admit to
being a Sorcerer.”
“Fine,”
I say. “You’ve got me, I admit it. I’m a Sorcerer. But I’m still the same
person you’ve always known, Hugs. I’m still Rob Seablue, your best friend. And
we have a very good reason for hiding the truth: we keep our secret to protect
ourselves; we’ve been massacred by witch hunts in the past. We’re in danger
from normal humans, not the other way around. But I have a question: who told
you that magic is real? Who showed the secret room in the library to you? Who
broke the Code of Secrecy?”
“That
is… an interesting question, but no longer relevant,” Hugs says. “Suffice it to
say that thanks to a conspiracy of fate, I now have in my possession the Eye of
Tantalus. Only a Sorcerer with a loving heart could have opened the seal that
held it prisoner, so thank you for doing that, Rob. The Eye is a very old, very
dangerous magical object, and it can grant to non-magical humans the ability to
cast spells, by giving us a power similar to your Sorcerer’s Gift. I can feel
it inside of me already, twisting me, changing me. Soon I will no longer feel
any pain at all. Soon the Eye will solve all my problems.”
“What
problems do you even have?” I ask.
“You
have no idea how angry I am!” Hugs
screams, so loudly that I flinch as if struck. I can’t take this anymore. Even
though I’m only fourteen years old, I am a very talented Sorcerer. It should be
a simple matter for me to cast a magic spell to free myself and to destroy that
creepy, disgusting eyeball, which is obviously full of evil magic. I can’t move
my hands enough to reach the bag of spell ingredients I keep in my pocket; I
struggle but the rope presses tight against my skin. All of my best magic
spells require spell ingredients, so I try to think of a spell I can cast to
break myself free without using my spell ingredients. A spell that turns light
into knives occurs to me; I can use it to turn the sunlight coming from the
window into a blade and then cut through the ropes that bind me. I whisper the
words of an ancient language, move my fingertips in the most subtle, delicate,
precise gesture, channel the heat of my life into a focus of intensity, and
snap my fingers. The magic pours forth, and the light crystallizes into a
golden sword—and then a bolt of liquid darkness spits out from the Eye and
makes my spell fizzle out.
Damn,
that thing is powerful! Do I remember something, reading about a legendary
magical object once, an eye… what did it say? A curse? I can’t remember! That
light-into-blades magic spell was the best magic spell that I can cast without
using my spell ingredients, and it didn’t work! How in the world am I going to
set myself free and defeat that scary Eye if it can cancel out my magic spells?
So am I helpless? What should I do now? And what is Hugs going to do to me?
Most evil magical objects can feed on the blood of murdered Sorcerers… but Hugs
is my best friend, and he couldn’t possibly murder me. I am absolutely sure
that Hugs couldn’t kill me. Could he? No! In fact, Hugs saved my life once: two
years ago he and I were hiking in the woods and I tripped and fell down a hill.
I hit my head when I landed and was knocked unconscious, and while I was
falling I also cut my leg open on a rock, and my leg started to bleed. I came
very close to bleeding to death, but Hugs took off his shirt and tied it around
my leg to stop the bleeding, and then he picked me up and carried me out of the
woods and got me to a hospital before it was too late. I don’t think Hugs could
hurt me—but then, I didn’t think that he could hit me in the head and tie me up
either. And even if Hugs won’t attack me, the evil magic in that disembodied
eyeball might still try to kill me.
“Why
are you so angry, Hugs?” I ask, both to stall him while I figure out a spell to
defuse the Eye, and, far more importantly, because I genuinely want to know.
“It’s…
it’s…” Hugs stutters, and then he forces it out: “Dixie.”
Dixie?
Dixie
is the nickname of Emily Dickinson Smith, a really cute girl in our class. I
asked her out about two months ago, and we’ve been dating ever since. She’s a
nice girl, and it’s nice to have a girlfriend. But Hugs has never even met her,
so I don’t understand his problem.
“What
about Dixie?”
“I wanted her! Me! And you stole her away from me!”
“Is
that what this is about?” I ask, shocked. “You’re jealous of me because of my
girlfriend? Are you insane? You never even told me that you were interested in
Dixie. How was I supposed to know that you liked her? Did you expect me to read
your mind?”
“But…
but you were my friend!” Hugs says,
as if explaining something so obvious that only an idiot would not have known
it. “You were supposed to know! You were supposed to let me have her, and she
would have gone out with me, and it would have made me happy, blast it! And you took that away from me! Now, with the help
of the Eye of Tantalus, I’m going to have my revenge. In the name of all that
is unholy, I’m going to take back what was taken away from me! I’m going to rip
the butterfly wings off of this world!”
“As
far as I know, Hugs, you’ve never even said two words to Dixie,”
I say, as if explaining to a
six-year-old the principle that people will get mad at you if you’re mean to
them. “I don’t believe that you’ve ever met Dixie. You probably don’t even know
her. And yet you’re going to get mad at me and resent me for an opportunity
that you never even had?”
“Yes!
Yes I am! It’s true that I’ve never met Dixie. But I’ve passed her in the hall
and seen her in class, I’ve gazed at her from a distance, and from across the
room I’ve looked into her eyes, her mesmerizing hazel eyes, eyes that laugh
with joy. I like her, but I can’t
have her because you got to her first. It’s your fault that Dixie isn’t my
girlfriend; you should have given her to me! You should have let me have her!”
“Hugs,
if you want a girl to go out with you, you have to at least be friendly to her
and ask her out. You did nothing to
help your cause. You have only yourself to blame.”
“Blame
myself?” Hugs laughs bitterly, almost self-mockingly. “I would rather blame the
world. And blame you too, Rob. I’m no longer satisfied with being human, and
having fear, and anxiety, and weakness, and vulnerability, and the capacity to
love and to be rejected and to be miserable. I want to be more than human. I
want to be invincible. I’ve given up on wanting love as a hopeless cause; now I
want power. And the Eye of Tantalus will give all of that to me. It’s a cursed
item, you see: I’ve been cursed by it, and once the curse is complete I will no
longer be a human being. I will become a Shadow.”
That
sounds familiar; I did read about the Eye of Tantalus somewhere before. I don’t
remember much about it, but I remember this: the Eye is one of the oldest,
deadliest, most dangerous relics in the history of evil magic!
I
recall reading something else, what was it… the Eye needs humans to be its
agents and servants, it is helpless without them. Maybe if I can get Hugs to
calm down and stop being angry then he will turn against the Eye and set me
free, and then I’ll be able to cast a magic spell to obliterate that repugnant
thing!
“Level
with me, Hugs,” I say, on a direct appeal to the better side of the person who
is my best friend in the whole world, although sometimes he scares me to
shivers. “I’ve always tried to be a good friend to you. I’ve always tried to
make you happy. Is this really about Dixie? Are you really going to be mad at
me because of a girl? That would be so silly! Talk to me, Hugs. Open up. Cry.
Tell me your darkest, worst, most horrific nightmare. Tell me your most sinful
fear. Because I’m sure that no matter what, we can fight against it. And we can
beat it. Together.” I am shaking with fear, but I somehow manage to sound
confident and persuasive.
Hugs
stares at me, as if dumbstruck by kindness. Then he grins at me, but it is a
cold, damp smile.
“I’m
not okay, Rob. I’m sad. I’m alone. And this thing is going to fix all my
problems.”
“Is
it that you’re depressed, is that it? Well, we can fix that. Let’s go walk to
Calf Pasture Beach and have hamburgers and ice cream and maybe go for a swim,
after we get rid of that Eye, and then we can forget about this whole thing.”
“My
problems aren’t going to be solved so easily, you fool. This isn’t some spur of
the moment pain. This is my life, Rob. My life is crap. I have a problem that
you can’t help me with. I’m a pathetic loser and nobody likes me. No girl is
ever going to go out with me. I’m hopeless. Dixie was just the last straw.”
“Don’t
say that. I love you, Hugs. I like you more than anyone else in the whole
world. So don’t feel like nobody loves you. Don’t feel lonely and unloved. I
love you.”
“Don’t
be gay, Rob.”
“I’m
not being gay, and you can’t escape from this by making a stupid joke. I love
you like a brother. You’re like the brother I don’t have. Lord knows that
you’re better than the brother I do have.”
Hugs
gets this squinty, squirmy look in his eyes, like what I said hurts him. Why is
that? “You don’t have to let resentment take control of you,” I say. “You’re my
best friend, and I can’t bear to see you like this. Let it go!”
“How
dare you say that to me! This is all your
fault!”
“How
is this my fault?” I ask. I don’t understand what Hugs is getting at.
“You
look so good that it makes me look bad, and I can’t stand looking bad,” Hugs
says. “You’re so popular, Rob. You have so many friends. You know all the cool
heavy metal rock music bands that everyone around here listens to. Everyone
likes you. And lots of girls are interested in you, too. You’ve never known
what’s it’s like to be alone. You’ve never known loneliness, or suffering, or
depression. You have never experienced pain. You bask in the spotlight while I
am condemned to the shadows. Sure, you’ve dragged me along behind you, invited
me to your parties, introduced me to people, but I was always just a charity
case to you. How dare you tell me what to do! How dare you tell me what to
feel! Who are you to give advice to me, someone who experiences a life that you
couldn’t possibly imagine? How dare
you!”
I
look around Hugs’s room, desperate for anything close by that I can use as
spell ingredients to cast a combat magic spell. Something small and yellow is
poking out from the edge of the top of the table whose leg my feet are bound
to. From here on the floor I can’t quite see what it is. I kick my legs as hard
as I can; the rope binding my feet holds tight but my kick shakes the table and
a yellow pencil rolls off and falls on the floor. That pencil is now within
range of my spell casting! Hugs looks puzzled and doesn’t seem to understand
what I’m doing. I speak magic words and twirl my fingers in circles, and the
pencil jumps up and elongates into a long sharp-tipped wooden spear surrounded
by glowing streaks of blue light. The spear hovers in the air for a moment and
then shoots towards the Eye’s jar; I am sure that my knight’s lance magic spell
will pierce the Eye and banish its evil magic. The pencil-spear rockets across
the room and is about to impale the Eye… suddenly there is a shadow of darkness
and a wet, slurping, sucking noise… and my spear is incinerated by silver light
and crumbles into sawdust.
Damn
it, the Eye’s curse defeated my magic spell! I choke and gag from the stink of
burnt pencil wood that now fills the room. The Eye is completely unharmed and
there is nothing else nearby that I can possibly use as spell ingredients. I
sense the Eye gloating over its victory—but this duel is not over yet! Right
now I can’t overpower the Eye with the strength of my magic, but maybe I can
defeat it by persuading Hugs to untie me so that I can reach my bag of spell
ingredients.
“You’re
all wrong, Hugs,” I say, as if trying to explain the theory of gravity to
someone who is absolutely convinced that he can fly by jumping out the window.
“You know me better than anyone and yet it seems like you don’t know me at all.
Don’t you remember all those times I’ve complained to you about the problems I
have? Don’t you? You have a very strange idea in your head about what kind of
life I live, but I have all the problems that everyone else has, same as you.
The only difference is that unlike you, I don’t whine about them and think that
I’m special because I suffer. And when I feel sad, I do something to cheer
myself up. Listen to you, complaining like that. Stop feeling so envious and
let go of all this negativity. Get a grip!”
Hugs’s
eyes change, instead of looking hurt they look mean and cold, and I see little
lines of silver in his aura, which is normally green, strands of silver
emanating from the Eye and crawling around the green aura like silver maggots.
“Insulting me isn’t going to make things go any easier for you, Rob. Not in
this situation. And I think that I know you very well. You’re one of the
specials, the normals, the goods. You only think that you have problems because
you only see yourself from the inside. From a purely objective point of view
you live in Heaven and I am condemned to Hell.”
“So
you think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” I’m trying to be sympathetic,
but Hugs is beginning to annoy me. It annoys me, not only that he’s tied me up
and tricked me into unsealing the Eye, but also that he can’t open his eyes and
see that the things he’s saying about pain and suffering are all nonsense, and
the happiness he wants is right in front of him, just waiting for him to reach
out and grab it… while his open hands rest limply at his sides.
“I
do, Rob. And it wasn’t difficult; you’re very, well… very easy to understand.
The story of your life has already been written, and it is simple. Boy meets
girl. Boy marries girl. Boy has children and grandchildren and grows old and
dies after a happy, honest, decent life, a normal
life. My story is quite different. My story is: Boy doesn’t meet girl. Boy’s
best friend stabs him in the back and meets girl instead. Boy plots revenge. I
don’t expect to win, Rob, in the sense that I have accepted that I may never be
happy. But at least I’ll be able to share my suffering with the world, and if
there is one cliché that is always relevant to being human, it is that misery
loves company.”
“Stop
complaining about not getting what you want like a spoiled four-year-old who
didn’t get the gift that he wanted for Christmas!” I say, a note of frustrated
anger mixing with the fear in my voice. “Get up, go, and take what you want.
Grow up, Hugs. Act like a human being!”
“This
is how human beings act!” Hugs
replies. “What could be more human
than weakness, and want, and need, and pain, and unsatisfied desires, and
unrequited love? What could be more human than my suffering and my envy and my
longing for revenge, my resentment’s revenge? Haven’t you ever wondered why the
world is so messed up and miserable, Rob? The answer to that mystery, and also
to the question of why I have chosen the Eye over you, is the same. I’ll tell
you the answer, the open secret that everyone knows and no one dares to
whisper: we all hate our lives, and
we hate our lives because you, the successful, have stolen the honey-filled
chocolates of joy and satisfaction from me, the pathetic failure! I am the
Have-Not, the common man, the starving impoverished masses, the avenger of the
unpopular and the weak and the helpless and the poor whom you took advantage
of! And you are the Have, the special, the privileged, the popular, the happy,
the greedy rich, you are the one who ruthlessly and selfishly dated the
beautiful girl instead of giving her to me… so don’t accuse me of being strange
or abnormal! I am normal, and you,
with your super-human ability to resist suffering and to smile in the face of
life’s insurmountable challenges, you
are the freak! Freak, freak, freak!!!”
Hugs
snarls at me like a growling bear, and my heart almost leaps out of my chest
with fear. I can feel my heart racing, my nerves are absolutely on edge, and
yet I can neither run away nor stand up and fight. I am tied up, bound and
helpless. All I can do is sit here and try to reason with someone who has
abandoned his reason—but this is Hugs,
my best friend, and he is an intelligent rational guy! It must be the Eye of
Tantalus that is making his thinking so bizarre and insane! If only I could
figure out a spell to free my hands….
Hugs
walks over to me, his hands clenched tightly into fists. He leans over me, so
that I can see the ice-blue of his eyes and smell the bologna sandwich on his
breath.
“It
is also no secret,” Hugs says, “what every Have-Not wants to do to every Have:
plunge a knife into your chest, cut out your heart, and throw it into a burning
fire while you stare helplessly at the flames. It is, of course, purely idle
speculation that Dixie might like you less if your nose were broken and you
were missing an eye or half an ear—to say nothing of the fact that Dixie won’t
be able to date you once you’re dead. The Eye wants me to kill you so that it
can drink your blood. I don’t want to hurt you, Rob—at least, I don’t think
that I do—but the Eye is telling me to do it, and there is something inside of
me that cannot resist the Eye’s temptations. And maybe I… maybe I really do
hate you enough to… to kill you….” Hugs notices the fear in my eyes and laughs
at me, but then he starts to shake (with remorse?) and he slowly, deliberately
walks back to his desk and sits down. He immediately becomes more comfortable
and stable once he is back next to the Eye of Tantalus, and he actually reaches
out and rests a hand on the Eye’s jar, as if he is leaning against the railing
of a dangerous staircase.
“Who
do you want revenge against, me or the world?” I ask. “Because you should know
that you’ve already hurt me. I care about you, Hugs, and it hurts me to see you
so sad, even though you’re completely wrong in having such a hopeless,
pessimistic attitude about your love life, and about life in general. It pains
me to know that you’re so bitter inside, and that I accidentally made things
worse for you. If I’d had any idea that you liked Dixie I would have let you
have her. All it would have taken was one tiny whispered word from you and you
could have had her. But don’t resent the world just because you’re unhappy. If
you’re sad, do something about it! I can fix you up on a date if you want.
There are plenty of nice single girls at school. All you have to do is ask.”
“So,
what, am I going to be your charity case forever, and have to rely on you to
get what I want for the rest of my life? It’s not that simple! I don’t just
want to date a girl, I want her to want
me, to want me more than you, and that will never happen. And I have no
interest in whatever crumbs you might throw at me to placate me. I want a world
in which I am king and all the muck of toads and leeches of the world will bow
before me! I want to be the center of attention, I want to be the star of every
show! I don’t want to have to feel fear and doubt and pain anymore, I don’t
want to have to be human and to work
in order to be loved! The fact that I am expected to do work and risk rejection
in order to make friends and find a girlfriend is an insult to me, it is like a
slap in the face, and if that is what it means to be human then I refuse to
accept my humanity. I want a gift of everything on a silver platter. I want the
world on a fork! I deserve it too, and the Eye is going to give it all to me,
it will make my dreams come true. The Eye will make me become a Shadow and then
I will be better than human.”
I
can’t believe what I’m hearing. I’ve got to get through to him somehow. But how
can you make a person listen when they don’t want to hear?
“You’re
being lazy, Hugs, lazy and sloppy,” I say. “I respect you, and I expected
better of you.”
“Lazy?
You think I’m lazy? How could you of
all people say that? You have it so easy, Rob: you were born with charisma, you
have a quality that people gravitate towards. A girl takes one look at you and
thinks to herself: ‘oh he’s so cute, I wish he were my boyfriend!’ I wasn’t
born so lucky. I’m cursed, in a sense, because I’m not handsome and I’m not
witty and I don’t attract people like a magnet. And I don’t need
self-confidence; what I need is the Eye of Tantalus. The Eye will make things
easier than doing work, and I’ll enjoy it more, too.”
“The
fact that people don’t like you is all in your head. There’s nothing wrong with
you and you don’t have to be unpopular. Stop crying and feeling sorry for
yourself and start doing something constructive to improve your life—and
constructive does not mean seeking revenge against the people whom you erroneously
blame for your hardship. Have courage and take responsibility for yourself!”
“That
was a simply charming motivational speech, Rob, but I’ve got real problems,
problems that words alone cannot solve. I did not create my agony, it was given
to me by this world, and the Eye is the only thing that can make me feel
better. If I had the power to make things better, don’t you think I would
have?” he asks me, with a note of genuine suffering slipping past his mask of
bitterness and cruelty.
“You
do have that power, Hugs! Your problem is a way of looking at the world, and if
your problem is in your head then you can think it away. You’re afraid that
people won’t like you and that the best you can do to make people happy won’t
be good enough, so you’re rejecting the world before it can reject you, you’re
launching a preemptive strike against your own angst. And I think that you’re
better than that and you’re smarter than that. I think that you don’t have to
doubt yourself so much. I know that you don’t have to be so sad and angry. I
like you, and I only like nice, cool people. I’m your friend, and I’m going to
help you fix your life. Now untie me and let me destroy that abominable Eye,
and then let’s go get some hot fudge ice cream sundaes. What do you say?”
I’ve
made a gamble, betting on a light mood to remind Hugs that I really am his
friend; this could go either really well or really badly. I see a look of
unimaginable pain in Hugs’s eyes, I see that I’ve reached him… but then Hugs
leans his head to one side, as if listening intently to the Eye, and in the
next instant the look of agony is replaced by a calm, cold, dead gaze of
unwavering malice, a look of a fire of hatred that no love can quench. The Eye
whispered something to Hugs in that moment, but I couldn’t hear what it said to
him.
“Never! Do you hear me, Rob? I’ll never abandon the Eye of Tantalus! The
Eye is my best friend now. You are no longer my best friend; you are my sworn
enemy! The end of all life on this Earth, and the reign of the resentment of
the unwanted, begins now. Welcome to my era, welcome to the era of… Hater Gator!”
A
flicker of green light tinges the room, and he looks up at me with a sly,
knowing, venomous look. The corners of his lips arch up in a bitter smile, and
I see the color of his aura change: Hugs’s aura is normally a soft pastel
green, but now it looks dark-green and reptilian, and it is covered with flecks
of silver, like scales. “You can call me Hater Gator from now on; that is the
name the Eye has bestowed upon me. And know this, Rob: the war between us has
begun. And it won’t end until I win and you… fail.”
“Stop
it, Hugs. Don’t do this. The Eye is evil, and it will destroy you. Listen to
reason,” I beg, thinking of any spell I know that could defeat the Eye so that
I can seal that disgusting thing back in the jar and then have a nice, long,
deep conversation with Hugs, possibly ending in a good cathartic cry. This
person standing here is not the real Hugs, I’m sure of it; it’s the influence
of the Eye that’s doing this to him.
“Maybe
I can’t use the Eye to make myself happy, but I’ll give it an honest try,” Hugs
says. He pauses, listening to the Eye. “I had a plan for how to use the Eye,
but the Eye has plans of its own, and now I am bound to obey. The Eye wants to
make some new friends. Yes, this will be interesting, very interesting indeed.
Ha ha ha!”
I
don’t like that smirk-sounding chuckle, that innuendo that the Eye is going to
try to take over the world, and the strands of silver in his aura are growing,
there are more of them, almost as though they’re multiplying before my eyes.
What have I done? What in the world have I done? Clearly the Eye has taken
control of Hugs… although I still don’t understand how right under my nose the
person whom I care about most in the world could have totally lost his
self-confidence and spiraled down to this. I don’t understand why Hugs is
letting the Eye do this to him, letting it play his anger like a flute… but in
any case, Hugs isn’t the problem, it’s the Eye of Tantalus that’s the real
threat. I’ve got to destroy it before it warps Hugs’s mind, I’ve got to keep
the evil magic from asserting itself and trying to take over the world. Hugs is
just a pawn, the Eye is the source of the evil, and like most evil magical
objects the Eye wants world domination. It must be stopped. And if it comes
down to a duel of magic between me and the Eye… I can win. I hope.
There
is one other powerful magic spell that I can cast without my spell ingredients,
but I hadn’t seriously considered it before because of how dangerous it is. I
think about my best spell, the most dangerous spell I know, a glittering
fireball of annihilation. The spell is an ancient secret that my mother taught
to me for use only in desperate emergencies (on the condition that I never tell
my father that I learned it from her). I can cast it without saying magic words
or making magical gestures, and the only ingredients it needs are the air
around me and the warmth of my skin. It would be an act of desperation; it
could blow a hole in the wall and make the whole room catch fire. But I am a
talented Sorcerer; I can cast the fireball spell at the Eye to destroy it, and
then, once the Eye can’t block my spells anymore, I can grab Hugs and teleport
away before the room burns down. It’s risky… but I can’t let the Eye get away,
I must save the world. The Eye of
Tantalus is an evil, icky thing, and the human race cannot be happy until it is
destroyed.
“The
Eye senses what you are planning,” Hugs says; the tone of his voice is now
monotonous and emotionless. “You won’t be allowed to stop us. The Eye wants me
to kill you. But perhaps, in the spirit of all the good times we had, all the
video games and the hot dogs at the beach, and that time I threw you into the
pool… one last moment of mercy before I plunge the dagger of darkness into your
heart….”
Hugs
lifts his arm and a silver light flows from the Eye into Hugs’s hand. He twists
his fingers in the intricate twirls of a teleportation spell and then he opens
his mouth and utters an ancient word. I can’t let him cast that magic spell!
No! No!!!
“No,
Hugs! Let me help you! Please! Together we can defeat the Eye, and you will be happy!”
“Goodbye,
for now, Rob Seablue,” Hugs says. “Don’t be surprised if I am different and
less merciful when I see you next. And by the way, my name is Hater Gator now,
not Hugs.”
The
teleportation spell lifts me up, and I fly at the speed of light and am dumped
on the damp early autumn ground of my front yard. The front of my house is so
white that it makes my eyes hurt; Hugs’s house, and the Eye of Tantalus, are on
the other side of town. Now that I am no longer within range of the Eye’s
anti-magic bolts I use a spell to cut the ropes binding me. I stand up,
straighten my shirt collar, and stagger through the front door of my house.
“Where
have you been?!” my father screams at me as soon as I’m inside the house. He is
sitting in his armchair, smoking a pipe; my mother is sitting across from him
on the sofa, knitting a scarf. The scarf is bright red; I hope she’s making it
for me.
“Out,”
I say.
“Were
you anywhere near the old Clayscott mansion today?” he asks.
“No,
Dad. Why?”
“Rob,
are you telling us the truth?” Mom asks, with a tone of motherly concern in her
voice.
“Yes,
of course. Why? What happened?”
My
father is silent; my mother turns towards us.
“Something
very dangerous was stolen from—” “Stop!” Dad interrupts Mom.
“What
is it?” I ask. “What was stolen?”
“Nothing,”
Dad replies.
“Well,
it can’t be nothing, Mom just said it was something. What is it?”
“This
doesn’t concern you. Just stay away from the Clayscott mansion.”
“Whatever
you want, Dad,” I say. The Clayscott mansion is haunted; I would never go near
it. I go up to my room and think frantically about what to do about the Eye of
Tantalus. What am I supposed to do? I don’t dare to tell my parents about it;
if my father knew that I opened that jar he would explode like a volcano. I’m
the most talented Sorcerer in my family, I’m one of the most powerful Sorcerers
in our whole hidden community in Connecticut, and even I could not defeat the
Eye; I was not strong enough. Is the world doomed? Will we all become the Eye’s
slaves?
A
thought pops into my head and I can’t resist it: I failed him. I did not save
him. Despite what he did to me today, Hugs is my favorite person in the whole
world. I like him more than anyone else, I would do anything for him. I must help Hugs somehow… but how can I save him?
What did the Eye say to him? If I could just figure that out then I would know
what to do, I would know what to say to Hugs… but I have no idea what it is
about the Eye that has hypnotized him. Hugs is a good person, and I don’t understand why he is allowing the Eye to
use him. I felt such hatred in him, such snowy, stormy, hopeless rage, in a
person who up until recently had always been kind and warm. Where did his hate
come from all of a sudden?
Up
until now I’ve always felt competent and capable, as though this world could
not throw any horror at me so gloomy that I could not overcome it, as though
there could never be a problem so severe that it could not be defeated, as if
every darkness will eventually yield to a new sunrise. But the Eye of Tantalus
looms before me like a riddle that cannot be answered, like a mystery incapable
of being understood—and I don’t believe that such a thing is possible. For the
first time in my entire life, I am helpless and ignorant. I’ve faced evil magic
before, but this time is different. I’ve never faced a malice like the Eye. Can
I possibly handle this problem? Can I somehow figure out Hugs and save him
before it’s too late?
Yes
I can!
(At least, I hope I can….)
Review
Very
interesting storyline. Really had a lot
of things that make you think. The basic
principle that the lead character continually lauds is that you have to make
the effort to take responsibility for your life and attitudes. Basically people have problems, get over it
and do what you can to make yourself happy since only you can.
Love
the idea and the story is charming and well written. I definitely will have my son reading this
one, since he tends toward the melancholy.
I give
this book 4.5 out of 5 clouds.
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Book Review of The Road
Clive West
was born in the West Country of England in the early 60's. He was educated at a
traditional English public school before going on to university to study civil engineering.
Over the years, he has worked as a civil engineer, tutor of maths and science,
schools quiz-master, employment agency boss, and writer.
In any case, there was less and less of a reason to go for a
walk where the fields used to be. Lucian was getting on and he didn’t need as
much exercise nowadays and it was also true that the children were no longer
particularly interested in playing there. Perhaps they had all been lucky
enough to be permitted the enjoyment of the countryside at a time when they
were able to appreciate it the most. For the rest of her family its absence no
longer seemed relevant. Caroline deeply lamented losing the principal thing,
other than her family, of course, that made her life worthwhile.
