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Well, There Goes My Sunlight
Greetings {{firstname_title | Valthakai}}, bruisers, boozers, and musers…
We are officially back from vacation!
After a long, long shlep from the depths of Miami, I have safely returned to my rainy, gloomy, 20-degrees-cooler (yes, I still use Fahrenheit), abode in downtown Vancouver.
Of course, why would I make my life simple?
This Thursday, I am heading back to the border (on foot!) to Blaine, Washington for my Nexus interview, which is essentially the governments of Canada and the United States confirming I have not committed a felony, and therefore get to enjoy the benefits of Global Entry, TSA Precheck, and Nexus (the Canadian equivalent to GE).
But we have much to enjoy before then.
If you feel like I didn’t share enough of my adventures in the Caribbean, that’s because I was mainly recording video for the compilation of my first Travelogue episode!
I warned you all that I was going to be insufferable, and it should be live this week on our YouTube and Spotify channels. The latter will automatically sync for all free and Cronium members to the Valthakan Literary Universe Patreon.
Additionally, if you’d like to add Valthakan on Air or the Wanderings of the Crone audiobook to your other podcast apps, you can follow the helpful instructional guide here.
Furthermore, our sponsorship bookings for The Valthakan Times are available for July!
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Thank you to everyone who wrote in this week, and who demanded Daniel wear more sunscreen.
Enjoy!
Love,
The Crone and Daniel

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Daniel’s TBR Top Ups
Have I mentioned this book before?
Yes, absolutely.
But sometimes you need to reread your endless ancient French vampiric apocalypse.
It has been over a year since I finished the sequel, and thus I have cause to refresh my memory.
Daysdeath heralds the end of humanity, crops fail— except for fucking potatoes— and the Dead now walk in daylight.
Highblood and wretched.
Priori, ancien, and mediae.
Dyvok, Chastain, Ilon, and Voss.
And they hunger.
Speaking of eating, welcome to the kingdom of Helesia.
It was once ruled by a benevolent God, who sent his angels to bring freedom, piety, and enlightenment.
At least, that’s what the angels have taught.
And we are long past their lies.
God is dead, devoured by the Godless Kings who now rule undying.
The angels are hunted, their blood and flesh the source of unfathomable power.
And unbeknownst to all, the Herald of the Fifth Age has come.

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Dear Crone
Speak up, witch!
Dear Crone,
My younger cousin majorly overdoes it with her mascara.
We're talking 5 clumps of lashes per eye.
We all made questionable makeup decisions in college (my brows were dark as hell for some reason), but I don't want the other girls talking behind her back.
Her sister asked me to say something because she thought it would be better coming from me than her.
What do I say?
Do I say anything?
She has been doing this for years now, and the number of lash clumps has only gotten smaller...
Desperately,
Concerned Cousie
Dear CC,
Is it not the nature of the young to experiment?
You can certainly offer some cousinly advice, but if that’s how she best expresses herself, I say let it run its course (and take numerous photos for future gatherings).
Bullies will talk regardless, and if she’s immune to their comments, all the better.
Otherwise, you can suggest a more makeup-light look, or perhaps show her a tutorial that you think would look good on her.
You don’t need to be direct, but simultaneously, if you’re close, it may be best to hear it from you.
“Hey, I think your mascara is a little too clumpy,” isn’t going to shatter anyone.
If she decides to lighten up, great; if not, that’s her decision.
Your skin in the game is minimal.
Honestly,
The Crone
Dear Crone,
My ex of 5 years just went off and married someone else after less than a year.
I just don't know how or what I’m feeling right now.
I'm a mixture of emotions, and I need help sorting through all of them.
Hurt,
Afraid of being alone
Dear Being,
Regardless of your ex’s turnaround, I’m going to ask the question: Did you want to be their spouse?
It may feel that you have run out of time, or that you wasted it, and that’s a very valid sentiment, but in the end, a breakup with someone you are incompatible with is worth its emotional weight in gold.
Best of luck to your ex and his new squeeze, maybe they’re made for each other, maybe they’ll crash and burn, and you’ll get to watch through a Facebook thread.
Either way, it is not about you, in the best way possible.
Give yourself the time to process, and maybe avoid any social media about the wedding— it’s okay to take time away to convalesce.
Feelings are temporary, but that doesn’t make them unimportant.
I assure you, this is for the best.
Honestly,
The Crone
Hello, most wonderful Crone,
I live with my very autistic, NB partner, and frankly, I've had it.
I am 31 and they are 35, and they seem incapable of doing the most basic things like cleaning up after themselves, hoovering, or showering.
Thank the gods we have separate bedrooms.
I used to help with reminders or requests for "help" but I am so tired of repeating myself, I feel like I am teaching a child.
Our sex life has tanked due to their constant body odour.
What on earth do I do???
Expat Saffa
Dear Expat Saffa,
Neurodivergency is not a reason to avoid adult responsibilities; it is simply an explanation for the way someone may interact with the world.
All that is to say, you don’t need to make excuses for their behavior.
It is absolutely okay to expect regular hygiene and personal responsibility from a 35-year-old.
I think you need to make it abundantly clear:
You feel like you’re their parent, and it’s affecting your sex and home life.
They are absolutely capable of change, any person is.
And if they’re not, that may be a sign that you need something more than they can provide.
You make it clear that it is not an attack on them; you make it clear you love them. However they react, you stay firm in what you want and expect from your grown partner.
Straightforwardly,
The Crone
Dear Crone,
I recently had to undergo several minor medical procedures.
Either through chance, or the working of my secret enemy.
All four were scheduled back-to-back, across one week.
As I'm now coming out of my hospital-induced confusion, I'm finding an odd collection of piles.
I seemed to have collected every old watch, glasses, and dog collar that I've ever owned.
And some that I swear I've never seen before.
Should I be worried?
Anything but my real name?
Dear Anything,
Whatever you do, do not rely on Google’s AI response or WebMD for your health inquiries.
I would recommend calling your doctor and asking them any such questions.
I am glad that you are home and in recovery, and while I would like to dismiss everything as physical fatigue, I am not in the position of a medical professional to do that.
Maybe check the batteries in your smoke alarm?
Curiously,
The Crone
Dear Crone,
I've been constantly under extreme stress and anxiety the past 3 years while studying for my O levels.
Last week, my O levels were done, and now I have 2 weeks of no stressers whatsoever, and it felt great for the first 3 days, but afterwards I felt empty and restless, like I'm floating in a void.
Everything feels wrong, and I feel guilty for not studying even though there's nothing to study.
Any advice on how to cope?
Stress Withdrawal
Dear Stress Withdrawal,
I think you’ve hit the nail on the head with your sign-off name!
You have spent the past three years in a state of constant activation, and thus, it has become your baseline emotional condition.
With the removal of that stressor, your body registers the lack of stress—its normal state—as wrong.
It will take some getting used to, and the best advice I can offer is to fill up the gaps in your schedule with new projects, stuff you actually want to focus on as opposed to needing to.
You’ll slowly become accustomed to your new situation, and when the feelings bubble up, work through them directly.
Ask yourself why you are stressed, and force yourself to recognize that you are doing the correct thing: you’re relaxing because you finished your O levels!
Congratulatorily,
The Crone
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All you people do is cough on me!

People Watching, Ep VIII*
The Wrong Kind of Cruisers
I hope you’ll forgive the double entendre in today’s subtitle, but I couldn’t resist.
As I’m writing this, I am at DFW, gritting my way through a 4-hour layover en route back to Vancouver.
And I’m just now beginning to process the people I saw during my week-long stay on board the Beyond.
Now, to the people who brought their children, my condolences. I can’t imagine anything more frustrating than bringing along a bunch of crotch goblins.
But my focus today is more on the people who wanted to pretend they weren’t on a boat.
All I can ask is: why?
I watched people set up their iPads and laptops indoors, facing away from the ocean views, so they could enjoy a TV show.
Now, Daniel, just a moment. Surely they were taking a much-needed break from all the activities on and off the ship?
Except I was at those activities, and from the moment I stepped onto the dock to when I returned from the beach, they were there, mindlessly watching some drivel, impervious to the sun slowly arching across the sky.
It occurred to me then that some people simply stay onboard, and more specifically, refuse to do anything.
All I can say is: gods (worldbuilding) forbid I end up like that.
Admittedly, you’re on a what amounts to a floating hotel, enjoying all the benefits thereof with the added bonus of a daily scenery change.
But how on earth (or sea, I suppose) do you spend a week in the Caribbean and come out paler!
Hark, my Valthakai!
The secret to a vacation is not a rigorous, fine-tuned schedule that accounts for bathroom breaks and stride length; it is having a destination.
Pick a place, and be there, fully and wholeheartedly.
Fight with your father, throw hands with your sister, threaten to murder the person who stole your beach chair.
Dance the night away, float in the ocean, throw hands with your sister a second time.
Just participate.
It’ll make you grateful for the time spent and the journey home.
You’ll catch more of my experiences in the first edition of my Travelogues dropping on YouTube and Spotify, so keep an eye out!
So, how do you enjoy your vacation?
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1 Many people are unaware that Miami is, in fact, an American equivalent to the Vatican City. People from there aren’t from Florida; they are simply from Miami.