Sunlight on the Lake,
Summer fades like a flower.
Sparrows flock in preparation,
and shadows lengthen early
in the soft gold of our afternoons.
Ides of August past.
A few days ago, Writtenwyrdd posted an irritation on the convenience of weapons in fiction and the impossibility of some of them, like a cross-bow and pistol combo.
Which reminded me of a problem (as I see it) in many paranormals -- the reliance on legendary (either folk or literary) methods of offing and discouraging various obnoxious entities.
Wooden stakes, crosses, silver bullets, garlic as an avaunt. Ho. Hum.
There is, of course, something to be said (a lot, in fact) on several counts for reader recognition, familiarity and belief in the popular methods, like the Buffy stick means of dissuasion and dissolution.
But it becomes repetitious. To the point of cliche.
Even the standard writerly response to an over-used trope, that of reversing and/or fiddling with it -- the vamp who loves garlic, the blood-sucker who is allergic to copper rather than silver -- is in danger of becoming worn.
In fact, research into folklore provides other systems of protection against the revenants, zombies, draugrs, and the un-dead.
But we like the straight and simple.
I suppose part of the reason for the popularity of various versions of bell, book and candle is our natural human bigotry.
These entities are the Other, the Enemy, and it is easier by far to think of Them as all of a kind.
Sometimes I come up with a title but no story. Will someone please write The Goblin's Whore?