
Meg and Calvin from A Wrinkle in Time! I thought I’d try lineless stuff again, just to torture myself.
Belated whatever this was for, Stefi!! And hey, no fair! I did draw you these two in 2009! Look at this awful piece of crap right here!!!

(Source: windpursuer)

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality, but what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race- that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None of those things, however, came out of my mouth. All I was able to do was turn to Leisel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you. I am haunted by humans. (Source: darkwingsofimagination)
According to some [Generally those who don’t have to do it. Politicians and writers spring to mind], heroic deaths are admirable things. I’ve never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly, or defiant you are, at the end of the day you’re also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking.
So I found another Norse fiction book to read, since I finished the fantastic and slightly depressing “Loki” by Mike Vasich last night. This one’s called “Runemarks” by Joanne Harris
and is set hundreds of years after Ragnarok in which we have a heroine who meets and fights alongside ALL our favorite Aesir and Vanir. They’re baaaaaaaaaack.
Anyway, there’s this character list at the front of the book, and I am ROLLING.
……
I’m having a good feeling about this book already.
Loki waved his hand dismissively. “Gods? Don’t let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don’t even have to have powers any more. In my time I’ve seen theatre gods, gladiator gods, even storyteller gods, Maddy - you people see gods everywhere. Gives you an excuse for not thinking for yourselves.”Joanne Harris, Runemarks
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IT’S STILL OBSCURE FANDOM WEEK RIGHT
enough for me to barf stupid colors on a page and say it’s out of dedication to an amazing book.
Basically Flora Segunda by Ysabeau Wilce is an outstanding story about a very kind, brave, and slightly misguided 14-year-old girl who just wants to be like the character in a book she loves, but is constrained by the militant structure of her society (her mom is off being general, and her dad has serious PTSD, so she ends up staying home and being upgraded to Chief Home Caretaker Person).
Eventually she discovers the banished demon butler and is all “HEY, help me with the housework so I can be a Ranger!” and he, of course, being a demon, is all “Of course… with a price.”
Shenanigans ensue, she has a super flamboyant bff named Udo, her dad has a Crowning Moment of Retired Badass, there are vaguely Aztec-ish overlords, and it’s magnificently written, hysterical, and amazingly heartwarming. And this piece is kind of dreadful at conveying that.
I’ll do better next time.
‘She ain’t my girl,’ I say, low.James Bond Covers, Penguin Books UK