Looks like the two characters self hates most are making it into the next book.
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Month: March 2021
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This Photo Challenge is courtesy of ThatTravelLadyInHerShoes:
I have stopped watching the news….I have dropped all social media, except for my blog, which I try to keep to positive vibes…. there are a lot of folks in the world, who are everyday folks, just trying to provide food and shelter and love……….they are trying to make a living…….keep their kids educated and basically just take care of their families, without an agenda. Me too. I think there is more of us…. Just trying to live our lives….. So, I would like to take the time to focus on one person a week to bring us together, to celebrate ordinary folks.
Feel free to join Just One Person From Around the World by creating your own post and then share your link in the comments! Also, add the tag JUST ONE PERSON FROM AROUND THE WORLD to your post so it is easier for me to find! Thank You!
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Rikke to Isern-i-Phil: “You’re straight down like a sausage, and a gristly one at that.”
Isern-I-Phil Right Back: “You’re like a head stuck on a spear these days, but without the flies. Most o’ the flies, at least.”
— TTWP, p. 343 -
Savine is getting stupider and stupider, and her pregnant belly is still no larger than a pea: she is still able to go about on horseback! And ride like a champ! (Is it too much for self to wish Savine could fall off her horse?)
Meanwhile, Leo, the idiot husband, keeps patting her belly possessively (This is how we know she most definitely is pregnant, see? Leo the Young Lion loves to pat his wife’s amazingly teensy pregnant belly)
Oh, hold on! Here’s Savine feeling a tremor of remorse (which only makes self hate her more) See, she’s not all that bad! If only she’d been allowed to marry her brother! Then Leo the Young Lion would still be doing training wrestling with his right-hand man, Jurand (who seems to have vacated the premises, as any proper ex-love should).
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.
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This book. This book! It has so many alternating viewpoints. Self is right now in the Vick point of view, and it’s not her favorite because it never changes. Vick is always Vick. She’s deceitful. She’s a spy.
There is one matter that interests her greatly about the Vick sections, however: self keeps wondering if this is the section where Vick’s sidekick Tallow kicks the bucket. The boy is entirely too innocent, but endearingly follows Vick’s every command. Knowing Joe Abercrombie, though, Tallow’s going to end up being a better assassin than Vick, lol.
So here she is this evening, wondering for the nth time: Is this where Tallow, at last, meets his end? She had to interrupt her reading of the chapter to write this post, and at the place where she left off, Tallow was still alive.
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.
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And that reason is mayhem. Absolute mayhem.
Trigger warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
The Trouble with Peace, p. 254:
- The next Burner raised his shield. Sulfur’s fist was a blur that turned it into flying splinters, folded the man’s arm back on itself, ripped his head half-off in a spray of blood and sent him flopping like a rag doll among the benches below. Sulfur had already caught a woman by her hair, ripped her head down and smashed his knee into her face with a bang so loud it set Orso’s ears ringing again.
p. 255:
- A man screamed through the cloth around his face as Sulfur caught the wrist of his sword-arm, the joint popping apart in his grip, and dragged him close. The screen turned to a bubbling groan, and there was a crunching, cracking, slurping, the back of Sulfur’s head jolting like a famished dog at its dinner.
WHO is this man Sulfur? From whence did he appear? Self must admit she’s been in a state of distraction lately, but surely she couldn’t have missed a whole character in her reading? Luckily, the mystery of Sulfur’s identity is solved in two beats:
- “An Eater,” breathed Queen Terez. Orso made a point of never arguing with his mother. While watching a man rip into another with his teeth was no time to start.
So Eaters are something like Zombies? They eat brains or something? Why does the author wait for p. 255 of his Age of Madness trilogy to unleash the Eater(s)? Self can’t believe she read a whole book and a half without ever encountering this marvelous creature! What is her life?
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.
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Hate Savine. Hate, hate, hate. Would love to see her die in this installment. Or as soon as possible in the third. But first Savine has to have her baby, which will be another nine months. Every so often, she talks about finding the corsets a little uncomfortable now, just to remind readers that she is truly pregnant, even though it’s months into the discovery of the pregnancy and no one, least of all men (because men are stupid, and Savine’s husband possibly the stupidest of them all), even suspect she’s pregnant.
Why does self hate her so much? Because dressing up like a peasant for six months gave her PTSD! Lame!
Love Rikke.
That is all.
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A sword fight between — two 60-year-olds.
Who would have thought.
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Photo challenges are life!
Nancy Merrill hosts A Photo a Week Challenge. This week’s theme is:
- IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO OF YOUR STREET OR NEIGHBORHOOD.
This picture is of the nearest independent bookstore to self’s house: Kepler’s Books in Menlo Park. Still going strong. Self gave her first local reading here:
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.
Kanlaon 