It’s been an odd day.

It started out with a dream that I had to teach the class that I am still writing the documentation for. On the dream scale, that ranked quite high on the unpleasant factor.

Then when we were walking at lunch, we walked past an older gentleman carrying a book. He looked rather grandfatherly. (Or, as I’m coming to realize how things change after 30–fatherly.) Out of curiosity I glanced to see if I could read the title.

I almost stopped walking when I figured out what it was–Storm Season, Book 5 of the Thieves’ World series. The original printing is pretty easy to recognize, especially on the spine. It was a strange moment of disconnect. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy I’d expect to be reading Thieves’ World, but they did come out more than 25 years ago.

For those who haven’t had the experience of reading any of the books, it’s an incredibly dark series, co-written by a number of authors who use each other’s characters in their stories (with ground rules of course.) I love the series. Michael can’t stand it.

Of course, I’m not sure what I expect the typical Thieves’ World reader to be like. Other than posessing a very dark sense of humor. But that’s kind of hard to tell from the outside.

Of course the other thing that happened is that I now have a desire to reread the series. I’m trying to hold off, since it’s 12 books, but the thought of reading about Shadowspawn and Illyra is rather tempting to say the least.

We’ll see how well I resist.

And I highly recommend the books, although good luck finding them. I occasionally spot a lone volume at The Bookshelf, but never more than one at a time.