The Limits to Growth – book review: ‘We can thus say with some confidence that, under the assumption of no major change in the present system, population and industrial growth will certainly stop within the next century, at the least’

In my mind, there are two kinds of horror in this world. There is the fictional, grotesque horror stories, with over the top blood and gore, where the suspense kicks in, your heart pounding while sitting on the edge of your seat (my favourite is Alien). And there is the true horror stories. Like this book, ‘The Limits to Growth’.

I was supposed to read this for a module called, Global Challenges, in the first semester of my second year (see how far behind I am). When it was first published, it was brutally criticised, saying it was unrealistic and untrue. But since its first publishing (1972), many of the things predicted, have turned out to be true.

The sub-title for this horror story is ‘A report for The CLUB OF ROME’s project on the predicament of mankind’, which predicts what the limits to growth are for humanity. It was a scientific investigation, led by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, which took into account these variables (population, resources, food, time, technology economics, you name it) to produce a world model of how the amount of these variables changed from 1900 to 2100, in coordination to growth.

Several models were produced, all showing clear and comprehensive results, but also horrifying results (thus, the horror story). It’s a very readable book, and doesn’t require substantial knowledge about maths and science. Condensed into a small, 200 page book, with rather large writing, the authors clearly explain the models that they produced, and what they mean in terms of humanity’s future.

I won’t spoil it for you, as you can probably guess, the odds aren’t looking great (especially in the most realistic model). Although the authors try and install some optimism into the equation, you can’t get the feeling that when they wrote this book, it was a horror story to shake the world, and would affect every single one of us. Even the most optimistic model doesn’t look so great for humanity’s future.

One thing, when you read this book, you have to take in all the other variables that you can’t measure. Such as societal response to change. Which is stated many times, just to show how subject these future models can be.

The book is filled with quotes that’ll make your heart pound harder than any book or movie that intends to make you scared; since this is the real life scenario, and not fiction. ‘If man’s energy needs are someday supplied by nuclear power instead of fossil fuels, this increase in atmospheric CO2 will eventually cease, one hopes before it has had any measurable ecological or climatological effect.’

Look outside, look on the internet, look at the stories you see. The optimism of that quote makes you realise what situation we’re in.

In terms of how it’s written, since it’s an old book, it uses heavily masculine terms, which does make you cringe a bit, but not as much as the content itself. It’s very readable, and like I said, doesn’t require you to have qualifications in maths or science. The results and graphs are very comprehensible, which makes reading the book even more horrifying, since you understand them!

If you care about the environment, care about humanity, care about the future generations and the wrong in this world, this book is a must read, and will put everything in perspective; and that is something you can’t rate.

The art of magi

Within the bowels of the Praevalidus Stronghold, Nade Darus stood in the main hall of the Tower of Mages. A tall, spiralling tower, opposite the Guards’ Tower. Within the tower existed a myriad of papers, books, and alchemy, with the power to do good and evil.
Nade Anton Darus, the most esteemed and respected mage in Pravum, established the School of Mages. Anton stood on next to the wall with a large portrait window that looked down onto the rest of the Stronghold. His expression was blank. It usually was when he thought about his past. He arrived a long time ago, when he was only a small child, only of five or six years of age. The times he spent learning the art of magi, performing a trance to understand how to find the epitome of peace and tranquillity, and to find the easiest routes into peoples’ minds.
He was proud of what he created, endorsed by the Nade Commander of Praevalidus at the time, before Isaac’s grandfather died. Anton wanted to find and help people who had the same experiences and indications of becoming a mage.

Red of roses

Rulie, one of the cranes in Praevalidus, sat herself down at her desk. She sighed from tiredness, and pushed her black hair back, which, usually, gently graced the tops of her shoulders. Her crane’s robes cuddled her body, keeping her cosy in the cool evening.
She’d been out in the wilderness all day, collecting oils and sap and water from various flowers on the edge of the Lyntherian Forests.
Cranes often made their own ointments and medicines from the local wilderness. Luckily, for Rulie and the other cranes in Praevalidus, the Lyntherian Forests provided ample amounts of plants used for medicine.
Rulie had picked all she needed to create large amounts of medicine, particularly red of roses, an ointment mixed with oils from the reddest and prickliest of roses and sap from oak trees. Used as an antiseptic and painkiller for deadly viruses and external wounds.
Rulie remembered the time she first mixed a red of roses ointment. Back when she was a child, during a plague of Waters’ Kiss, she ran to the fields outside Smoking Mouth, and found the most vibrant plant, and used its oil to help her sickened brother.

‘A Game of Thrones’ – does what it says on the tin. ‘It’s like an elaborate model, every thing has a place, and all those things create a masterpiece. ‘

I know that many people have posted reviews about this fantastic high-fantasy novel. I don’t need to give a little synopsis about what the book is about, we all know. What I’m going to talk about is the style of writing.

I’ve mostly read books where the narrator is telling the story, rather from the perspective of the characters. The meticulous style of writing ensures that you have a vivid view of what is happening in the scene, and what the character is thinking at the time. You really understand the beliefs and values of the characters, and how they feel at the time, what their thoughts are.

In most books, you get a simple, ‘he/she was sad about such and such’, whereas, in ‘A Game of Thrones’, it’s nothing like that. It’s more, ‘she/he couldn’t stop thinking about such and such, but there was so much going on around him/her, that she/he couldn’t stop and think about…’. It’s this style of writing that really gets me going and motivated to write my book, and that’s  sometimes, all you need to punch through a writer’s block.

The story and world puts my writing into context. Everything, from medicine to the names of castles, to places in Westeros and the beliefs of the people, is so well thought out, it’s like an elaborate model, every thing has a place, and all those things create a masterpiece.

I’m really looking forward to get stuck into the next one, even though I know what happens, reading ‘Game of Thrones’ puts everything into a completely new perspective, a more meaningful one!


The next review will be a book that’s something that, most likely, non of you will have ever heard of or read. It is a book that will change the way we see things in society and mankind, and will probably change your life…forever.

Foods in the woods

‘Take a bite, I promise you won’t die.’ The woman said, growing tired of the persuasion.
‘But it looks so strange, I’ve never seen fruit like this before.’ Replied the man, somewhat sceptical about eating something that didn’t look edible.
‘Hells’ Fire, Josyph! Just take a bite out of the fruit, and see what you make of it! I’ve been eating them all my life, and look how I turned out!’ The woman said, sternly.
Taking the time to glance at the woman, she did in-fact look the part. She was in her mid-forties, or so she claimed to be, although he couldn’t question it, even if he tried. The man wondered how he ended up in this situation in the first place. Initially, he had been chasing a deer across the lands, which then went into the woods. After many hours of pursuing the deer, he gave up, but didn’t realise where he was. That’s when she appeared, out of no-where, holding, what she claimed, was a piece of fruit. ‘I’m still not sure. I’ve only met you, and you already know more about me than some of my friends.’
‘Josyph, I’ve known you for a long time, don’t you remember? We used to play together when we were younger.’
He tried to remember his childhood. Thinking back, he did remember someone he used to play with, but she was older than him, far older, and someone who looked like they didn’t come from the same area. She was wearing tight, purple and red robes, which came down to her thighs, and black, boiled leather trousers and sturdy black boots. On her wrist were a collection of rings that she had acquired over her life.
‘Come on now, you’re hungry, and this’ll do you good.’ She assured.
‘All right then.’
Josyph took a bite, and a few moments later, his vision started to change. His surroundings became wavey and liquidised, until eventually, he collapsed on the floor laughing.
The woman looked at him with an evil smile. ‘The simple ones always fool for it.’ She  remarked, and started carrying him away.

A special Daily Prompt from the next book, ‘Arrows of Fire’.

Moxie – Daily Prompt. Excerpt from ‘A Monarch’s Gamble’

The two investigators made their way into the Record Keep and Library, the silence and composure hitting them like a hammer. The jog turned into a quiet, fast paced walk to Rela’s office. Palt didn’t care about formality and politeness at this point, so instead of knocking, burst into her office. Asheran, slightly stunned, looked around at the Keep before entering.
Rela jumped out of her skin, her focus and tranquillity brutally interrupted, ‘General Palt, do you have any etiquette or basic manners?!’ she said curtly, standing up behind her desk, clenched fists on resting on the blueprints she was drawing, ‘do you want your armies to sink? Because I can make that happen you know! Doesn’t take much to draw a hole on a blueprint!’ she exclaimed, holding up her work.

Cavalcades in the plains

The plains of Integer stretched out before her. She had never in her life seen such a vast landscape, filled with nothing but grass and cascading hills that filled the infinity of nothingness. Her party hadn’t long been travelling. They had left the capital, Integer, to pursue a life of peace in the Free Lands, far to the east. Virtus, the city of strength, and where the esteemed Virtus soldiers were trained, was out of the question. The peaceful city of Crimeare was most likely where they’d go, although, she wished to travel to the lands of Mathyres. Her family had said no, stating it was too far away from civilisation.
She didn’t understand their logic, why leave the capital to find a peaceful life, only to travel to another city over one-hundred miles away? She kept quiet, knowing that her parents knew best. There was a long journey, and many miles to cover still, but she would endure the bumbling along the Caphile lands on her little horse.

The world around us

‘It isn’t right that we should be burying him at this age. No, it’s not right, nothing is right in this world anymore,’ the farmer said, bitterly. He looked down at the dirty mound that enclosed his son, a boy of so much promise, only to be brutally murdered by the very people that were to govern Pravum.
‘There was nothing you could have done. They would have killed both of you, and where would that have left us?’ His wife said. She tried to be strong, but failed to hold back the tears that filled her eyes.
‘He should have lived. He shouldn’t be in this position. I will never forgive those that murdered him. I will never support the king.’
‘What shall we do now, papa?’ The farmer’s daughter asked. Too innocent to contribute to the disparagement.
The farmer looked away to the distance. ‘They want us to farm for them, but we won’t. Pack your things, we’re going to the Southern Reaches. We’ll be safe there.’

Some alternative posts

Some of you may have realised that I’m publishing a lot of unrelated, but related, posts called, ‘Daily Prompts’. If some of you haven’t heard of this, click this link and check it out, as it’s a good way to get motivated online and to create a world by using a one word prompt. I’ve been doing this for the past couple of weeks lately, and it’s very enjoyable, writing something that is indirectly related to the book and series, but isn’t necessarily included. I urge you to go and have a look, and have a go!

Secondly, some of you may have noticed the new look on the blog. I thought, while I was scrolling through, that the website needed a bit of an update, and to look a bit more professional and ‘Right of Legions’ looking. So, yes, I have changed it, along with redoing the logo (have a look at the old one and see if there’s a difference…there is, for one, it’s bigger).

Another, today I posted a prompt but accidentally put up a featured image that I hadn’t introduced. For those wondering, the featured image is the banner for the ‘Fermata Legion’ and ‘Praevalidus’. The dragon, shield, and sword are surrounded by salix branches and leaves, if you were wondering. I won’t say why, as the reasoning is in the book.

Lastly, I was looking through some old photos (literally, just now) and while having a gander (Somerset term) at my photos of my trip to China and Mongolia (yep, went there in 2011), I instinctively knew that the Intergerian landscape was subconsciously created as a result of trekking through Mongolia. Specifically, the Khangai Nuruu national park.

Interesting how that worked, editor didn’t think Integer would look like Mongolia.