I am Ian (the Riddle Maker)

Greetings Fantasy lovers and/or guests!! Welcome to my Hall. Come, sit back and relax – maybe have a mug of ale (though I prefer water and apple cider) – while I tell you about myself.

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My name is Ian, called the Riddle Maker due to my love of inventing riddles and tormenting people with them; though, paradoxically, I am terrible at solving them myself. Fun fact: I have found that children grades 3-6 are the uncontested best at solving riddles; far better on average than teenagers and up leastways. Any guesses as to why? (I know the answer, so consider this a quasi-riddle)

I am Fantasy, or at least as much as a person can be. Imagine somebody who, until the 4th grade, disliked and once upon a time hated reading, until his Dad practically compelled him to read The Hobbit and then, a few years later, The Lord of the Rings. It was the first big, adult, and truly intelligent book I had read and the impact it had upon me could not have been greater. Simply put, I jumped into the genre with both feet, reading Fantasy series after Fantasy series – constantly and without ever switching genres or getting bored. The Bookshelf section of this blog lists all the Fantasies I have read to date.

My morality, manner of speech, style of writing, and building blocks of thought may all be traced to Middle-earth (and other subsequent worlds I have visited, but Tolkien had and has the greater influence over me). And before somebody asks, yes, I was part of the Harry Potter generation – growing up as the books came out. Part and not a part, for I actually did not read Harry Potter until after the last book came out[1]. As such, I am a child of Fantasy at large, my love for the genre balanced by my passion for history and mythology & folklore. What authority I claim regarding the genre is thus based upon over a decade of unremitting reading (and High Fantasy gaming).

Upon joining the Pottermore (officially created and sponsored by J.K. Rowling) website, I was sorted into Ravenclaw House at Hogwarts and the Horned Serpent at the North American school of Ilvermorny. My wand is Pine wood with a Phoenix feather core 10 ¾" and Supple flexibility, and my Patronus is a dolphin.

Anyway, I have begun this blog because so many of my friends have said that I should (or would be good at such) that I can ignore them no longer; their statements derived from my Facebook posts regarding my reading and the genre at large. I cannot promise that this blog will be any more edifying that my Facebook posts, and it certainly will not be a bunch of standard Fantasy book reviews. Think of this thus as a public diary of sorts – a record of my subsequent and continued journey through the Realm of the Fantastic.

I invite you all to travel with me on that journey. I invite you all to share the magic and mystery of parts unknown and the human heart. I invite you all to dive into wondrous lands and explore the Multiverse and Faerie with me. Just remember to come with all the wonder and curiosity of a child, for experience has taught me that children are the best riddle-solvers.

Feel free to comment and debate here, but please try to mind your tongues as, being a Child of the High Fantasy, I loathe swearwords with every fiber of my being. And when I say debate, I mean the civil kind where all respects each others opinions.

Merry meet and merry part, and merry meet again.

P.S. I am also currently trying my skill as a Fantasy author, but editing takes a while (particularly when the rest of life gets in the way) so nothing has been published as of yet. Hopefully soon though for, as Tolkien says, "it's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish."

[1] A slight exaggeration. I did read the Sorcerer's Stone and loved it, but was put off from reading further after the Chamber of Secrets movie scared me half to death twice over.

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