April Squares Challenge

Here is another Photo Challenge I just found out about: The Squares Challenge, hosted by The Life of B.

The theme for the Squares Challenge this month is BRIGHT.

Self-explanatory, right?

Here are some of self’s bright squares:

  • the skylight of the apartment she rented for several weeks in Oxford, UK (November 2019)
  • a greeting card from Dublin-based visual artist Jacinta O’Reilly
  • a book from the Sherabling Monastery in Himachal Pradesh, India, which she visited in January 2012

Love this challenge!

Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.

SPOILER ALERT (Hopefully the Last) for TTWP

Heavily Pregnant, She Nevertheless Survives! Self is referring to Savine da Glotka, who began this book 600 pages ago having a pea in her belly, and after all this time, STILL HAS NOT GIVEN BIRTH but escapes from the battlefield with two loyal servants (all this while HUGELY pregnant — you’d think that would attract some attention)

How come SHE gets to keep her servants? Any servants self had (All in the Philippines; she’s an American now) would never stick with her if she wasn’t, you know, the daughter of so-and-so.

Savine is so sorry, so legitimately sorry! She has the brilliant idea of offering her life in exchange for her husband’s, which of course is moot because the King, who decides fates, is still madly in love with her (even though she is his sister)

UGH! Cersei/Jamie Lannister redux!

Leo, go look for handsome Jurand and hopefully there are enough pieces of you left to still have a satisfying life with him.

A scene that self absolutely abhors takes place: Savine, hugely pregnant (HOW LONG do babies take to be born? Here’s the answer for you: 600 pages), meets King Orso, whereupon he finds himself overtaken with — FEELINGS. Because he’s still in love with her! Oh, is that a gash on your head, dear lady? Oh my love, how shattered I would be if you actually died! Kiss kiss.

I look to see how long this scene lasts. Oh, a whole chapter. GAH.

“Were you a part of this?” King Orso asks.

“Yes,” whispers Savine.

Then: “I love you, I still fucking love you.”

AARGH! Get out, the both of you! You deserve each other!

Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.

Top Grimdark: The Brodd Silent Scene

In a minute, self has got to go water her roses (two new ones) and her irises.

In the meantime, she can appreciate a bit of humor.

SPOILER ALERT

In one of the last scense of TTWP, that sly Rikke, who wisely opted out of battle, despite her having given reassurances of loyalty to The Young Lion (who is all sorts of stupid: Rikke was his ex-lover, he went for the lovely lovely prize of Savine ‘barf’ da Glotka, and he still thinks Rikke has his back? This Young Lion is not the sharpest tool in the deck), shows up in the Ghurkish Kingdom to demand the surrender of Skirling Hall. She walks right up to the ramparts, orders a huge chest of gold and silver to be brought forward, displays the contents of the chest, and says to the soldiers on the ramparts, Open your gates!

Commander Brodd Silent leans over the ramparts and shouts: NEVER!

In the next moment, “there was a breathy cry and something came flying off the battlements.”

Rikke’s sidekick, a man called “The Nail” (one can only imagine) peers at the mess and says, “Who’s that, then?”

“Brodd Silent, I expect.”

“Hold on!” someone called from the battlements. “We’re coming down!”

Self loves Rikke. Rikke reminds her of Renfri in The Witcher, or Arya in Game of Thrones. There are fearsome runes tattooed on her face, to keep her Long Eye (the eye that sees the future) in check, and men are always calling her bad things. Ugly, for starters. Nevertheless.

Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.

Fat Chin

Someone tells the King of the Union, Orso the First, that he has a fat chin. Just before a crucial battle.

His opponent, the Young Lion Leo van Brock, has six-pack abs and a jaw that could cut glass. But self is calling it now: King Orso the First will win. And Joe Abercrombie wins as well, because now self is anxiously awaiting Book Three of The Age of Madness.

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