Riders on the Storm

Well, now I know all about Roger Rock Candy.  What a nasty man was he!  What a nasty thing is millennarianism, even in places with no concept of a Millennium!  And I had the mixed pleasure of being educated through the inevitable Kateverse folksong (TRIGGERY POSSIBILITIES for atrocity in war, arrant rape-culture, and frenzied class hatred).  On the other hand, I learned a few things about the unstoried years and the populous but hitherto sketchily-imagined downstream reaches of the dale - and about the precise angle of the knife-edge those countries stand on at present.

I am so glad the Rock Candy Rising is not something I'll ever need to dramatize in finer detail.

Meanwhile, of the actual story, 200 words: storm warning; tense guesting; wishes aren't horses but beggars may ride.  I just discovered how to eliminate a contrived side-trip.  Only a couple of scenes to chapter's end, then.