I’ve been working on original stuff, not just tags!
I just got back from a nice vacation in southern Oregon.
The Raven Cycle must have been on my mind, because I bypassed all the Bard-themed T-shirts and Alice in Wonderland jewelry at the gift shop for something VERY specific.
IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN.
This is a very silly thing that I am nonetheless excited about:
Last month, I custom-ordered a book necklace using The Scorpio Races, my favorite book of all time.
Only I requested they use the Polish cover.
Can you blame me, though?
I couldn’t resist buying my favorite book in my favorite color.
After weeks of waiting, I finally found a slim envelope shipped from the UK in my mailbox.
Do you see this!? It looks just like the real thing!
The shop owner even made a custom spine and superimposed the English description on the back cover!
I’ve been having a hard time with the changing of the seasons. I’ve been busy and exhausted and ill. Even on good days, I’m emotionally exhausted.
And I’m really over being alone and frustrated with the men I meet, if you couldn’t tell from my dating app post.
I feel better facing the day with one of my favorite stories on my person.
It’s a silly thing.
Its impact is tremendous.
You can find fromnewleaf’s shop on etsy. They’ve closed their custom necklace orders (I imagine because of the coming holiday) but they have other great items available.
Keep them in mind after the holidays die down!
For round 6, I picked
Porthos is not known for his brains. That said, he excels at improvised weaponry and most forms of combat. His sass knows no bounds and he would gladly die for one of his friends, even Athos.
When he’s not drag racing or beating the crap out of his older brother, Ronan Lynch chases alcohol with nightmares. As rebellious as he is, he prefers having friends who tell him what to do. He loves doing favors for people, a fact he disguises with convincing indifference. He loves using insults as a method of seduction.
Bust my buttons, this is downright magical.
Two soft-hearted, borderline-alcoholic bruisers whose loyalty outweighs their ever-present rage?
Who share a sense of humor?
And DADDY ISSUES?
AND PRIDE IN THEIR RESPECTIVE CULTURES?
This is downright magical.
How would Porthos react to Ronan’s magical powers?
As we discussed earlier, having a magical boyfriend could result in relational difficulties.
Ronan is searching for a dead Welsh king. Porthos makes a living guarding the French king.
Never mind, I’m back on board.
Bar brawl, anyone?
Verdict: SHIP IT
For round 5, I picked
Athos from BBC’s The Musketeers
Adam Parrish from The Raven Cycle
While he has clear motivations, Adam Parrish retains the most moral ambiguity of the four Raven Boys. Though he pursues power and status without ever turning villainous, he also terrifies his girlfriend, resents his best friend’s wealth, and tries to drive away the greatest of teen fantasy protagonists. Despite attempts to tamp down his emotions, his presence suffuses scenes with barely-concealed rage.
Athos loves whining almost as much as he loves wine. He can’t help it; his life is SO HARD and don’t you forget it! It’s not his fault! He was forced to execute his wife after she killed his lecherous brother in self-defense! He can’t help that he breaks up with women repeatedly – he’s too damaged! Yes, his best friend might have been dying of an ax wound that one time, but taking said friend to Athos’ old estate would have been too painful!
First off, I have qualms about pairing someone with an abusive past with this guy:
The two have some things in common. Adam and Athos both experience angst. The difference: Athos mopes, Adam seethes.
Both have a strong sense of injustice, though Athos deadens his with a bottle of wine.
Adam’s utter rejection of his roots has led to overwork and desperate social climbing. He hates people born into privilege. I doubt he would understand someone forgoing a life of privilege because it made them too sad.
Atho’s drinking has killed off any potential empathy for Adam’s social situation. Adam wants the advantages money brings real bad. Any attempts to explain this would launch Athos into a story of his own former glory, complete with drinking and weeping.
Adam is the eyes and ears of Cabeswater, Athos; he does not have time for your dead wife.
Verdict: R.I.P. It
Let’s talk about book characters, shall we.
I’m going to straight up spoil all of Maggie Stiefvater’s Raven Cycle, so ye be warned.
Ronan Lynch is hands down my favorite Raven boy. Here are some of the things Ronan has to worry about:
If that wasn’t enough angst for one, person
I might be in love with Ronan’s pain. I identify with characters who have a lot of self-loathing. Ronan perfectly embodies what it’s like to carry this guilt and self-hatred without coming across as whiny. He’s also brutally honest and really funny – the series’ best scenes have something to do with him.
The following is a scene from The Dream Thieves that made me cheer when I read it. After Ronan’s younger brother is kidnapped, Ronan tries to bring back a dream creature capable of defeating the unstable Kavinsky. My favorite lines are in bold.
He closed his eyes in relief.
It would be all right. They would give him a weapon, and he would wake and destroy this dragon of Kavinsky’s before anything else happened.
In the blackness of his closed lids, he heard: tck-tck-tck-tck.
No, thought Ronan. Not night horrors.
But there was the rattle of their claws. The chatter of their beaks.
Dream to nightmare, just like that.
There was no real fear, just dread. Anticipation. It took so long to kill him in a dream.
“This won’t help,” he told the trees. He knelt down, bracing his fingers in the soft soil. Even though he knew he couldn’t save himself, he couldn’t ever seem to convince himself to stop fighting. “This won’t save anyone.”
The trees whispered, Quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit; occidentis telum est.
(A sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killer’s hand.)
But the night horrors were not a weapon Ronan could wield.
“I can’t control them!” he shouted. “They only want to hurt me!”
A night horror appeared. It surged over the trees, blocking out the sky. It was like nothing he had dreamt before. Three times the size of the others. Reeking of ammonia. Glacially white. The claws were yellowed and translucent, darkening to red tips. Pink veins stood out on the tattered rag wings. Its red albino eyes were tiny and furious in its wrinkled head. And instead of one ferocious beak, there were two, side by side, screaming in unison.
On the other side of the lake, Adam held up his hands, pointing at the sky. He was an alien version of himself. A dream version of himself. Lightning struck the stone beside him.
Like a heart, the ley line jerked and spasmed to life.
Cabeswater was alive.
“Now!” Adam shouted. “Ronan, now!”
The night horror hissed a scream.
“It’s only you,” whispered Orphan Girl. She was holding his hand, crouched down next to him. “Why do you hate you?”
Ronan thought about it.
The albino terror swept in, talons opening.
Ronan stood up, stretching out his arm like he would to Chainsaw.
“I don’t,” he said.
And he woke up.
Need cheering up?
Ronan has a pet raven named Chainsaw and it is adorable.
Also, this happened:
Ronan’s bedroom door burst open. Hanging on the door frame, Ronan leaned out to peer past Gansey. He was doing that thing where he looked like both the dangerous Ronan he was now and the cheerier Ronan he had been when Gansey first met him.
“Hold on,” Gansey told Adam. Then, to Ronan: “Why would he be?”
“No reason. Just no reason.” Ronan slammed his door.
Gansey asked Adam, “Sorry. You still have that suit for the party?”
Adam’s response was buried in the sound of the second-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, “He threw me out the window!”
Ronan’s voice sang out from behind his closed door: “You’re already dead!