Classics major. Opera nerd. General reader. Not as dignified as she may seem.
There are two types of people self-publishing: people who legit care about their readers and invest time and effort into editing, producing, and promoting their project, and then there’s the ones who don’t think they need anyone else’s input. X_X
yeah, that’s fair, and to be honest, there’s a “look inside” on Amazon, so I’d be able to tell that it wasn’t worth $3 if I had even vaguely considered it, but I think I’m too lazy for a world where everything is self-published/published without “traditional” houses - while I certainly do think a lot of fantasy especially is junk, I feel like I’d just have to do so much work to find the good stuff if there were no gatekeeping!
(vaguely related: this dude has 5 novels. I don’t understand how you could write that much and still be that awful.)
He could sense its [the Faerion’s] presence in the pack, urging him to touch it, to see it, to unleash it. It grew on his mind with every step. He could see it in her pack. It bulged out in the middle. He kept his eyes on it. Suddenly, it began to move! It was alive! Someone spoke and he looked away. When he looked again it did not move. He convinced that it had and kept some distance away from the pack. Even singing to himself did not help keep his thoughts from the pack.
from The Faerion:
"Sing and remember your mother. I think of my own mother often when we perform. It helps me remember her. Sometimes her face begins to fade from my memory but a tune often brings her back. A song is a joy and each song praises your mother and revels in those wonderful memories. It does work. Try it."
e reads a lot of trash admittedly i'm only reading this to mock it but still i have spent at least an hour with it it is worth it to see the joy on aeide-thea's face 2 notes
much sad. very shimmer. so poem. such boughs. wow.
i have no comment, I just love this
… I can’t. My red pen hand is twitching.
what’s that? post more?
"Navir did not wish to return to Arda without the Faerion but Estes needed a place to hide and plan the overthrow of the Baron. Overthrow the King, now. King Yeates was dead and Treteste was king. Treason would mean death in King Treteste’s eyes and his insanity had grown daily over the last few years, an unholy combination."
literarymagpie when writing shitty fantasy it is best not to remind your readers of good fantasy e reads a lot of trash 4 notes
so aeide-thea convinced me to download ~The Faerion~ which is pretty much exactly as dire as it sounds from the title (the main character is a demure auburn-haired mage-girl who everyone thinks is sleeping with the king she was advising; she has a magic book called, no surprises here, The Faerion, that she’s trying to hide from the evil dude, Treteste*) but anyway, here’s a quote that sums it up:
"That is a sad thing. A poem is a glimpse of the heart. A shimmering brightness in the night darkness. Everyone should read them aloud under the boughs of a tree."
*his name is, 100% seriously, Treteste. The names in this book are among the worst part of a terrible whole. There’s Rocodt, a page or something; Oalaria, the elf king; and, worst of all, the elves are called “Daerlan”
he can't prose like at all this is one among many awful paragraphs he doesn't know how to use commas or semi-colons or the ENGLISH LANGUAGE e reads a lot of trash 6 notes