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Crooked Kingdom
“What did she say?” asked Matthias.
Nina coughed and took his arm, leading him away. “She said you’re a very nice fellow, and a credit to the Fjerdan race. Ooh, look, blini! I haven’t had proper blini in forever.”
“That word she used:
babink
,” he said. “You’ve called me that before. What does it mean?”
Nina directed her attention to a stack of paper-thin buttered pancakes. “It means sweetie pie.”
“Nina—”
“Barbarian.”
“I was just asking, there’s no need to name-call.”
“No,
babink
means barbarian.” Matthias’ gaze snapped back to the old woman, his glower returning to full force. Nina grabbed his arm. It was like trying to hold on to a boulder. “She wasn’t insulting you! I swear!”
“Barbarian isn’t an insult?” he asked, voice rising.
“No. Well, yes. But not in this context. She wanted to know if you’d like to play Princess and Barbarian.”
“It’s a game?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what is it?”
Nina couldn’t believe she was actually going to attempt to explain this. As they continued up the street, she said, “In Ravka, there’s a popular series of stories about, um, a brave Fjerdan warrior—”
“Really?” Matthias asked. “He’s the hero?”
“In a manner of speaking. He kidnaps a Ravkan princess—”
“That would never happen.”
“In the story it does, and”—she cleared her throat—“they spend a long time getting to know each other. In his cave.”
“He lives in a cave?”
“It’s a very nice cave. Furs. Jeweled cups. Mead.”
“Ah,” he said approvingly. “A treasure hoard like Ansgar the Mighty. They become allies, then?”
Nina picked up a pair of embroidered gloves from another stand. “Do you like these? Maybe we could get Kaz to wear something with flowers. Liven up his look.”
“How does the story end? Do they fight battles?”
Nina tossed the gloves back on the pile in defeat. “They get to know each other
intimately
.”
Matthias’ jaw dropped. “In the cave?”
“You see, he’s very brooding, very manly,” Nina hurried on. “But he falls in love with the Ravkan princess and that allows her to civilize him—”
“To civilize him?”
“Yes, but that’s not until the third book.”
“There are three?”
“Matthias, do you need to sit down?”
“This culture is disgusting. The idea that a Ravkan could civilize a Fjerdan—”
“Calm down, Matthias.”
“Perhaps I’ll write a story about insatiable Ravkans who like to get drunk and take their clothes off and make unseemly advances toward hapless Fjerdans.”
“Now
that
sounds like a party.” Matthias shook his head, but she could see a smile tugging at his lips. She decided to push the advantage. “
We
could play,” she murmured, quietly enough so that no one around them could hear.
“We most certainly could not.”
“At one point he bathes her.”
Matthias’ steps faltered. “Why would he—”
“She’s tied up, so he has to.”
“Be silent.”
“Already giving orders. That’s very barbarian of you. Or we could mix it up. I’ll be the barbarian and you can be the princess. But you’ll have to do a lot more sighing and trembling and biting your lip.”
“How about I bite
your
lip?”
“Now you’re getting the hang of it, Helvar.”
Matthias Helvar
Nina Zenik
“Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.”
Vlog
Crooked Kingdom
“In his brief time as a student, he'd fallen in love with the Boeksplein. Jesper had never been a great reader. He loved stories, but he hated sitting still, and the books assigned to him for school seemed designed to make his mind wander. At the Boeksplein, wherever his eyes strayed, there was something to occupy them; leaded windows with stained-glass borders, iron gates worked in to figures of books and ships, the central fountain with its bearded scholar, and best of all, the gargoyles- bat-winged grotesques in mortarboard caps, and stone dragons falling asleep over books. He liked to think that whoever had built this place had known not all students were suited to quite contemplation.”
Leigh Bardugo
Libraries
Library
Crooked Kingdom
Jesper
Jesper Fahey
Six Of Crows
Boeksplein
One Italian Summer
“History, memory is by definition fiction. Once an event is no longer present, but remembered, it is narrative. And we can choose the narratives we tell—about our own lives, our own stories, our own relationships. We can choose the chapters we give meaning.”
Grief
Memory
Fiction
History
American Predator: The Hunt for the Most Meticulous Serial Killer of the 21st Century
“I've got lots more stories to tell.”
Serial Killers
True Crime
Everything's Eventual
“I know something now that I didn't before-the worst stories are the ones you've heard your whole life. Those are the real nightmares.”
Stories
Horror
Riding The Bullet
“A collection like a circus of daredevils, but with the determined charm of a Chinese drag queen making her home in Iowa. Siasoco takes us on a trip through the world we know by way of characters I've not seen in fiction before, or at least, not enough of--characters with stories I have been waiting for. A bravura debut.”
Foley
Foley Artist
Siasoco
“You might have seen God in the photos, you might have seen God in the dreams, you might have seen God in the temples, you might have heard about God in the stories, have seen God in real? See me.
If I shall touch you, you shall open your eyes in your next birth”
God Quotes
Real Gods
Gods Rage
Next Birth
Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager
“People who have never dealt with mental illness will never understand know how legitimately triumphant it feels to decide to take a shower and then actually do it.”
Depression
Triumph
Progress
Recovery
Mental Illness
Depression Recovery
Executive Function
Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager
“No matter how good I was, no matter how much I pleaded for it or worked for it, I could never make everyone understand me. If my self-esteem was dependent on other people’s feelings, it would never be under control. I’d be on a ship rocking back and forth between emptiness and salvation, never able to really find my feet. ”
Self Esteem
Depression
Self Image
Teenagers
Depression Recovery
Teenage Angst
Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager
“Sometimes life’s a shit boat, and it feels like nothing’s ever gone right. And sometimes the only comfort you have is the fact that other people are also in your awful situation. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll make them feel a little less alone.”
Friendship
Trauma
Sexual Assault
Depression Recovery
Teenage Angst
Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager
“And I know I’d rather be happy and bland than tortured and interesting. Yet, sometimes it still makes me angry, that I don’t have the option to destroy myself anymore.”
Depression
Mental Health
Recovery
Depression Recovery
Teenage Angst
Amish Front Porch Stories: 18 Short Tales of Simple Faith and Wisdom
“A simple action is all that is needed to show God’s love to a neighbor.” ~from Simple Actions by Wanda Brunstetter”
Inspirational Fiction
Amish Fiction
Monster, She Wrote: The Women Who Pioneered Horror and Speculative Fiction
“Perhaps the weirdest tale is how we’ve managed to forget the women who created such amazing stories.”
Weird Tales
Amazing Stories
Dead Toad Scrolls
“The mythic resonance gleaned from stories exploring the infinite permutations of the human condition saturates the universal stream of consciousness, creating an interlinked constellation of our imbued voices trilling the full range of human feeling and experience.”
Story
Memoir
Storytelling
Writers On Writing
Story Teller
Memoir Writing
Essayist
Writing Memoir
Writers On Writing Books
The Five: The Lives of Jack the Ripper's Women
“My intention in writing this book is not to hunt and name the killer. I wish instead to retrace the footsteps of five women, to consider their experiences within the context of their era, and to follow their paths through both the gloom and the light. They were worth more to us than the empty human shells we have taken them for: they were children who cried for their mothers; they were young women who fell in love; they endured childbirth and the deaths of parents; they laughed and celebrated Christmas. They argued with their siblings, they wept, they dreamed, they hurt, they enjoyed small triumphs. The courses their lives took mirrored that of so many other women of the Victorian age, and yet so singular in the way they ended. It is for them that I write this book. I do so in the hope that we may now hear their stories clearly and give back to them that which was so brutally taken away with their lives: their dignity.”
Truecrime
Anniechapman
Catherineeddowes
Elizabethstride
Jacktheripper
Jacktherippervictims
Maryannnichols
Maryjanekelly
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
“Lan, through her stories, was also traveling in a spiral. As I listened, there would be moments when the story would change-- not much, just a minuscule detail, the time of day, the color of someone's shirt, two air raids instead of three, an AK-47 instead of a 9mm, the daughter laughing, not crying. Shifts in narrative would occur-- the past never a fixed and dormant landscape but one that is re-seen. Whether we want to or not, we are traveling in a spiral, we are creating something new from what is gone.”
Narrative
Details
Narrative Writing
“The mystery story is two stories in one: the story of what happened and the story of what appeared to happen.”
Detective Stories
Mystery Novels
The Angel's Game
“And along the way read the Bible from start to finish. It's one of the greatest stories ever told. Don't make the mistake of confusing the word of God with the missal industry that lives of it.”
Bible Reading
Riding Soul-O
“I have been exceptionally good at making bad decisions all my life. Fortunately, bad decisions make great stories. Unfortunately, most of my poor judgments have involved a man. It seems a shameful twist of irony that a woman's history is usually all about men.”
Memoir
Women And Men
Women Empowerment
Womens History
Bad Decisions
New York stories
“Ma se una civiltà crolla, è danaro contante che gli eredi trovano tra le rovine? O è una statua, una poesia, una commedia?
(T. Capote)”
Culture
Arte
Cultura
Letteratura
Progresso
Civiltà
“Don't read my success stories, read my failure stories, you will love to challenge every failures”
Challenges Of Life
Success Stories
Failure Stories
“Game of Thrones - Feast for Crows.
“Ser? My lady?" said Podrick. "Is a broken man an outlaw?"
"More or less," Brienne answered.
Septon Meribald disagreed. "More less than more. There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many sorts of birds. A sandpiper and a sea eagle both have wings, but they are not the same. The singers love to sing of good men forced to go outside the law to fight some wicked lord, but most outlaws are more like this ravening Hound than they are the lightning lord. They are evil men, driven by greed, soured by malice, despising the gods and caring only for themselves. Broken men are more deserving of our pity, though they may be just as dangerous. Almost all are common-born, simple folk who had never been more than a mile from the house where they were born until the day some lord came round to take them off to war. Poorly shod and poorly clad, they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or a sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They've heard the songs and stories, so they go off with eager hearts, dreaming of the wonders they will see, of the wealth and glory they will win. War seems a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know.
"Then they get a taste of battle.
"For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they've been gutted by an axe.
"They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now. They take a wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.
"If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron halfhelm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the smallfolk whose lands they're fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world . . .
"And the man breaks.
"He turns and runs, or crawls off afterward over the corpses of the slain, or steals away in the black of night, and he finds someplace to hide. All thought of home is gone by then, and kings and lords and gods mean less to him than a haunch of spoiled meat that will let him live another day, or a skin of bad wine that might drown his fear for a few hours. The broken man lives from day to day, from meal to meal, more beast than man. Lady Brienne is not wrong. In times like these, the traveler must beware of broken men, and fear them . . . but he should pity them as well.”
Fantasy Fiction
Grrm
The Last Plantagenets
“The years from 1400 to 1485, which intervened between the deaths of Richard II and Richard III, were filled with the color and cruelties of civil war, with stories of deep villainy and vile conspiracy and with some slight imprints of the genius of an emerging imagination.”
English History
American Prison: A Reporter's Undercover Journey into the Business of Punishment
“How many times have such meetings been held throughout American history? How many times have men. be they private prison executives or convict lessees, gotten together to perform this ritual? They sit in company headquarters or legislative offices, far from their prisons or labor camps, and craft stories that soothe their consciences. They convince themselves, with remarkable ease, that they are in the business of punishment because it makes the world better, not because it makes them rich.”
Prison
Corporate Greed
Prisons In America
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