The dark fog curled around them, drifted past, across the span of Blackfriars Bridge and into the night.— ordinary monsters, p. 163
There are herbs that grow nowhere else. They are so rare, few have been given names. I could feel them swelling in their hollows, breathing tendrils of magic into the air.
Wow. Self loves this writing. She loves the book.
Kudos, Madeline Miller.
If you ever find that space at the mauve time of day, stand in front of the intertwined faerie thorn and elder tree behind Donaghy’s cottage, and you will find the Faerie Thorn King and Wife Donaghy dancing.
The troll was so ugly that the bottom half of Man Donaghy wanted to run away, but the top half of Man Donaghy was so desperate to get rid of New Wife Donaghy that it made the bottom half stay put.— The Faerie Thorn and Other Stories, by Jane Talbot
By the above, you will have deduced (correctly) that self finally got to the end of The Magician King. The novel started out strong and held self’s interest until about 4/5 of the way through, when Julia’s trauma began to get tiresome. And then, without warning, her story turned nightmarish. This was not the end self had envisioned for a character who was so badass she literally could have wiped the floor with Quentin.
Closing in on the end! Self has been reading this book for the past two weeks!
Finally, Quentin Coldwater does get to bang! This is definitely not Harry Potter, LOL
Spoiler-ish. Only if you shipped Quentin/Julia (which self kinda did, because she loved what Julia brought to this, that hint of darkness. Consolation: Julia does get to be a Hedge-Witch)
He turned to Poppy. “Are you in on this? Or do you still want to go back to the real world?”
“Are you kidding?” She grinned and pressed herself against him. “Fuck reality, baby. Let’s go save the universe.”
Quentin is about to jump into the canal to retrieve a magic button that he and Julia need desperately: it’s the only thing that will get them back to Fillory.
Witnessing the deed is a dragon expert, a fetching young woman from Australia named Poppy.
“They hardly ever eat people,” Poppy said. “I mean like twice a century. That we know of.”— The Magician King, p. 174
You’ll notice self’s reading pace has picked up. She really loves Quentin and Julia’s backstory. Today, despite watching a bit of the Belfast Marathon, and going to the Botanic Gardens, she managed to spend a good bit of time reading.
The Magician King, p. 114:
- The library was still plagued by outbreaks of flying books — three weeks ago a whole flock of Far Eastern atlases had taken wing, terrifyingly broad, muscular volumes like albatrosses, and wrecked the circulation area, sending students crawling under the tables. The books actually found their way out through the front door and roosted in a tree by the welters board, from which they raucously heckled passersby in a babel of languages until they got rained on and dragged themselves sulkily back to the stacks, where they were agressively rebound.
It’s been a long time since self has read a book about magic, perhaps not since The Infernal Devices. The magic in Lev Grossman’s universe is great.
This one’s from Korea. And it’s Story # 12 in The Big Book of Classic Fantasy.
It’s written by Anonymous, and translated by Minsoo Kang.
It’s filled with magic and dragons and whirling FANS!
He cast a spell on the pig’s head, transforming it into a long, three-pronged spear. Yongdam also cast a spell, turning the bull’s head into a great sword.
The long spear and the great sword clashed in the air, their blades shimmering as they reflected the light of the sun. Yongdam then threw his fan into the mix and cast another spell, turning the sword and the fan into a red dragon and a blue dragon. Unchi threw in his own fan and cast a spell, turning the spear and the fan into a white dragon and a black dragon. As the four dragons fought, the place became filled with clouds and fog while thunder and lightning struck. Yet no clear winner emerged.
This scene is so very Uther Pendragon, wouldn’t you agree, dear blog readers?