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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.)  

The Faerion: 

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."

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."

ancientpeoples:

Faience hippopotamus 
Hippopotami were feared by the Egyptians because these animals are very destructive and dangerous. By making these statues the Egyptian hoped to controle those dangers and keep them at bay. The lotusflowers painted on the animals are symbols of fertility and the marshes where hippo’s mostly stayed. The goddess Taweret is a pregnant hippo and was worshipped by pregnant women to protect their unborn child. 
Egyptian, Middle Kingdom, 12th dynasty, 1960 - 1878 BC. 
Found in middle Egypt, Meir, Tomb of Senbi II
Source: Metropolitan Museum

ancientpeoples:

Faience hippopotamus 

Hippopotami were feared by the Egyptians because these animals are very destructive and dangerous. By making these statues the Egyptian hoped to controle those dangers and keep them at bay. The lotusflowers painted on the animals are symbols of fertility and the marshes where hippo’s mostly stayed. The goddess Taweret is a pregnant hippo and was worshipped by pregnant women to protect their unborn child. 

Egyptian, Middle Kingdom, 12th dynasty, 1960 - 1878 BC. 

Found in middle Egypt, Meir, Tomb of Senbi II

Source: Metropolitan Museum

asylum-art:

Incredible Living Sculptures– Robert Cannon

These are fascinating sculptures done by Robert Cannon . He calls the work Terraform Sculpture. TERRAFORM (literally, “Earth-shaping”) the process of deliberate modification of the atmosphere, temperature, surface topography or ecology to be similar to those of Earth to make it habitable by humans. While in Robert’s case, he uses concrete and mosses with most of his creations.

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” 

allthingseurope:

Balchik Palace, Bulgaria (by Ioana_Lungu)

allthingseurope:

Balchik Palace, Bulgaria (by Ioana_Lungu)