Minor Mage
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I’m trying to work on everything and nothing at once, and it’s winding up being nothing, alas. I did take a break last night and impulse-purchase and then read Ursula Vernon’s latest as T. Kingfisher, which is a long novella she worked on for over a decade convinced it was a kid’s book and her editor was like, “no,” so it’s a… YA? novella? of an odd length, featuring a 12-year-old mage named Oliver and his sarcastic armadillo familiar and his quest to bring rain to his drought-stricken village.
I read it and thought, “I’ll totally read this to Farmkid once we’re done with Raksura stuff,” and then in the middle of the night, rain woke me, and i lay there wide-eyed at 4 am and had a vivid horrified flashback to a scene in the novella where the armadillo is watching as the unconscious child is being hunted by a flesh-eating ghul who doesn’t find him only because the armadillo steered him to a patch of strong-scented herbs before the kid passed out. And the armadillo is well aware that if the creature finds the boy there’s nothing he can do but watch him get eaten.
There’s also some pretty gory deaths, and it’s not a lot of detail but there are sometimes crunching noises. There are also several in-depth meditations on the workings of a violent mob mentality.
Like… I get it, it’s good, I wouldn’t change any of it, but yeah, if I read it to the kiddo I’m gonna cut out some of the expository detail.
I was going to write about what I’m currently writing or not-writing but I wrote about what I read instead, ah well.
My BFF gave me the entire set of paperbacks of October Daye by Seanan McGuire and I’ve been meaning to read them but I just discovered this morning that #1 fell out of my bag as I was unloading the car after the last farm trip and so now it’s soaked through. Whoops. I have it interleaved with scrap paper and draining upside-down, I hope I can resurrect it. Sorry, October! I’ve been carrying it in my bag for literally a month.
I don’t read print books, unless it’s rereads of cherished classics, of late, and I just have this huge pile my friend wants me to read and i’m like no! nothing involved! nothing challenging! nothing… long. Sigh. But humans are social animals and we like to belong and so I am going to dry this paperback out and read it if it kills me.
I’m trying to work on everything and nothing at once, and it’s winding up being nothing, alas. I did take a break last night and impulse-purchase and then read Ursula Vernon’s latest as T. Kingfisher, which is a long novella she worked on for over a decade convinced it was a kid’s book and her editor was like, “no,” so it’s a… YA? novella? of an odd length, featuring a 12-year-old mage named Oliver and his sarcastic armadillo familiar and his quest to bring rain to his drought-stricken village.
I read it and thought, “I’ll totally read this to Farmkid once we’re done with Raksura stuff,” and then in the middle of the night, rain woke me, and i lay there wide-eyed at 4 am and had a vivid horrified flashback to a scene in the novella where the armadillo is watching as the unconscious child is being hunted by a flesh-eating ghul who doesn’t find him only because the armadillo steered him to a patch of strong-scented herbs before the kid passed out. And the armadillo is well aware that if the creature finds the boy there’s nothing he can do but watch him get eaten.
There’s also some pretty gory deaths, and it’s not a lot of detail but there are sometimes crunching noises. There are also several in-depth meditations on the workings of a violent mob mentality.
Like… I get it, it’s good, I wouldn’t change any of it, but yeah, if I read it to the kiddo I’m gonna cut out some of the expository detail.
I was going to write about what I’m currently writing or not-writing but I wrote about what I read instead, ah well.
My BFF gave me the entire set of paperbacks of October Daye by Seanan McGuire and I’ve been meaning to read them but I just discovered this morning that #1 fell out of my bag as I was unloading the car after the last farm trip and so now it’s soaked through. Whoops. I have it interleaved with scrap paper and draining upside-down, I hope I can resurrect it. Sorry, October! I’ve been carrying it in my bag for literally a month.
I don’t read print books, unless it’s rereads of cherished classics, of late, and I just have this huge pile my friend wants me to read and i’m like no! nothing involved! nothing challenging! nothing… long. Sigh. But humans are social animals and we like to belong and so I am going to dry this paperback out and read it if it kills me.
