Hokay, damn Magnus finally decided to get off his duff and do something about his situation (how he did that when I'm writing him I'll never know) but his version of choosing to act means slaughtering people with impunity until they relinquish Makarios. I somehow missed his little "memo to the writer" that when he does something, he does it big. Jackass totally hijacked my plot for his little war games. Grrrr.

In other news, living in the Great White North apparently means animals wander  freely through my city. There's a herd of blooming big deer living in the local park (which tells you the general size of the "local park") and I scarcely ever see them. (And when I do, I never have a camera) and they're somehow happy living in close proximity to, oh, major streets, schools, houses, a firehall... ya know, big noisy non-deer type things. At least there aren't any wolves. Yet.