A tale of a boy and his cats.
also known as:
A journey through the transition of an awkward little caterpillar into a slightly less awkward butterfly...moth...thing. With awesome muscles. and a happier personality.
- 23/chemistry major extraordinaire
-a closeted cowboy
-a closeted chef
-a kitten lover
-a cuddle whore
-a devout Slytherin
-a Terry Pratchett fanatic
-an MRD fanboy
-still in love with marching band
-a Pokemon master (almost?)
there needs to be a cooking show in which tv chefs go into student flats or houses and have to cook a full 3 course meal only using ingredients and equipment they can find in the kitchen
They do have a saucepan, but someone’s eating cereal out of it.
Apparently it’s not socially acceptable for a man to invite another man out just for coffee or to go out for a meal, in case it’s perceived as a date. Like it’s fine if you wanna go to the pub and drink beer and have a chat but make it non-alcoholic and suddenly you’re not straight anymore? You can go to the cinema together but ONLY if it’s an action movie. You guys can’t even just go shopping with each other. Oh masculinity, so fragile, so strange.
I have had a few moments in my writing/author life that have made my inner child flail around wildly and without reservation, and meeting Garth Nix at Book Expo America this past year was one of them (if he reads this, I’m sure he will find it terribly embarrassing, because he is super down-to-earth). When I was younger I was obsessed with the Old Kingdoms series (and his other books, but those were my first)— I also reread them recently and enjoyed them just as much over a decade later.
For those of you who don’t know, the Old Kingdom series includes the books Sabriel, Lirael, Abhorsen…
(these are the covers I have, but they have been redesigned since then, and are still pretty)
and now the upcoming Clariel…
(GUYS THERE’S A FOURTH ONE AHH).
So you can understand why I am beyond excited to do an event in my hometown with him soon!
(The real struggle will be coming up with anything interesting to say myself when all I want to do is be all “THE DEATH BELLS, GARTH. TELL US ABOUT THE BELLS. WHICH ONE IS YOUR FAVORITE?” etc. etc.)
Chicagoans! And near-Chicagoans! You should come see us! Here is the info:
Where? Athenaeum Theatre, 2936 N. Southport Ave., Chicago
When? Monday, October 20th, at 6:00pm
How? Ticket information is here.
If you are not a Chicagoan or near-Chicagoan or just can’t make it out to see us, I have good news for you, too! The event will be livestreamed, and you can RSVP in advance/catch the event on October 20th here: http://www.epicreads.com/features/rothnix/
Hope to see you all there!
I will now, with the utmost calm, anticipate October 20th. (THAT IS A LIE I AM NOT CALM.)
1. These books are amazing and everyone should read them.
2. WHAT? there’s going to be a new one? how did I miss this.
3. time to re-re-(re-re-re-)read these.
4. Veronica Roth’s fangirl-ness is adorable.
A lot of people seem to think that Thranduil’s elk (and yes guys it’s an elk, let’s get that over with now, it is an Irish Elk and not a moose) is not one of the most terrifying possible steeds he could ever have. These people are wrong. LETS TALK ABOUT DEER.
This is your basic whitetail deer. Notice how small and demure it is.
IT KILLS PEOPLE.
Little known fact about deer: they have very sharp hooves, very strong legs, and can kick the crap out of you. They also (the males) have very sharp antlers, and can and have gored people to death or to extreme hospitalization. In fact, most of the stories you’ll find lying around about pet deer is how they ended up killing their people, or trying to kill them and ending up being killed themselves, or similar stories of tragedy - especially the males, who get fairly aggressive around That Time of Year. This is a whitetail. Now let’s look at what Thranduil rides.
THIS is an Irish Elk. Look at how huge it is. Look.
Take the fact that a tiny little like 4 foot deer can and does kill people who interact with it on a close basis without being VERY careful around it, add another three feet of height (it stood roughly 6.9 feet/2.1 meters AT THE SHOULDER, which towards the high end of a very big moose) and a thousand plus pounds or so of weight, give it a set of antlers which are twelve feet wide and have many daggerlike points which extend out multiple feet, and already we have a fairly terrifying animal.
They’re bigger than this
Starting from that base, if we run with the assumption that the Swag Stag had any of the combative training that things like war horses got, which would make sense if for no other reason than you need to do things like get the animal you’re going to ride into battle very used to the sounds and scents and sights of death and screaming and blood everywhere if it’s not going to panic, we have another layer. On top of its natural ability to kill people, we have something that has been specifically trained just to do that. War Horses were trained to themselves be weapons - they crushed bones and skulls, trampled things, bit and ripped off various body parts, crushed armor, all sorts of useful things.
Now take that training and give it to a 7 foot tall deer with a 12 foot rack of daggers strapped to its head, which were almost certainly sharpened specifically for that purpose. You can throw in things like sharpened toecaps if you like, it would make killing people with its hooves more expedient, though full out shoeing probably wouldn’t be practical what with the way a deer’s feet are designed. Riding that monster is much more than just a connection to the forest and symbolic.
What riding it really meant was that Thranduil meant business.