Beautiful People | Valentine's Edition

Irony seems to haunt me.  Musing briefly over which two characters to include in this Beautiful People post, the "couple" that I chose was probably the least qualified to fill the vacancy.  But since various demographics have been working long + hard at busting wider the defined borders of "Valentine's Day," I don't feel sketchy spotlighting a couple which is not really actually in any way a couple.

valentius the dead + chivalry which is probably likewise

You can read a lot about St. Valentine because nobody actually knows anything about him.  Because the playing field is so alluringly wide open, I'm going to casually ignore all amourous glosses on the concept; that leaves me with the notion of chivalry as such - which is the real root of the irony, for this couple exhibits a breed of chivalry which was never raised in the green fields of L'Occitanian.


Well, how would be telling, wouldn't it.  They met, or they chose to meet, because they were both fish out of water & both of them fish unable to swim back to their accustomed pools.  (yay, the old exile motif)

I jolted. Countersunwise to the light I looked round and found a doorway above me, stone-keyed and red-shaded by the earthen surroundings, and occupied by a fairy who looked back down at me with a hard-bitten, angular face devoid of any judgment. But it was devoid, also, of compassion, and in a blink I was put in mind both of Miss Coventry and of a moment in the hall of the Haloed Swan which my shock had swallowed until jogged by the fairy’s reappearance. I remembered him, like one remembering a premonition. There he had been as he stood now: on the periphery of things, with that same disinterested, dispassionate expression. My eyes in shock had seen him, the one colourless thing in that sea of screaming hues, and he had seen me. He had seen me with a look like a touch—I remembered that. But I remembered also that he had turned away, as if the brush were commonplace, and he had no desire to continue the connection.

In defiance of chivalry...I don't believe they would "prove their love."  Their regard for each other is apparent to them both, & Adamantine is far too genteel - & the Blue Duke too unsentimental - to attempt such an uncomfortable venture as "proving one's love."  

A flat, sardonic smile cut across his face for an instant. With a rustle-flutter of wings, he moved to my side and pried back the cover of the book. I sat like a hare under an eagle’s eye, electrically terrified that he was so close, smelling to me of the weird, the bizarre, and something indefinable which reminded me of home.
With a word—here? there?—he indicated a page for me, full of running text which leapt shouting out at me like crowds of babel. With a crooked finger, his blue-veined hand coursed the page downward, settling beneath a line so that I saw nothing else. With his other hand, he pointed across the enclosure the animals, belly-deep in shadow and munching on their hay.
He said a word. His finger tapped the page.
Dear Lord! I sighed. He is trying to teach me Latin.

"The Blue Duke, has he not lost the honour of his people?  Is he not chattel-chained to my command?  Is he not a reed shaken by the wind?  I have no fear of him."

If there is something, we haven't got there yet.  I guess you'll have to stick around until I find out myself.

On the Blue Duke's part, probably 98% of what he is thinking; on Adamantine's part, probably 2%. XD

Upon reflection, I think the Blue Duke is spared a quiet + unobtrusive suicide - not anything to make a statement, but just to finish things off.  Adamantine herself would not be totally destitute, but there is something to be said (nyuck nyuck) for someone you can actually converse with.  

I dare say it's bound to go along much the way it has been; the only thing that would upset its course would be the future as wrangled by the powers that be.  As much as is possible between them, they constitute friends, & friendship, on a peaceable track, will only improve, not change, with age.

(i skipped the question about food because a: they would be unlikely to dine in the same vicinity + b: i have no thoughts on their food at present.  check back in another two years er so i don't actually know when i'll write this story for good)

hey! that was probably super boring but it made me write for the first time in two months, so i'm not even mad. one day i'll get to this story + i'm really looking forward to it. thanks for reading!
xoxo, jenny

original linkup via cait drews @ paperfury      ||     previous beautiful people post: dammerung

The 5 Books I Would Rage-Quit Immediately

I'm going to take a brief break from the Plenilune Colour Collage series to fill out an angry a book-related blog questionnaire that I was tagged in.  This tag is all about books you would utilize in violent manners (rather than read) because you have such a low opinion of them, you don't mind them getting destroyed - but you're practical, so you want to use them somehow.  Or something like that.  Look, it's a blog tag; there isn't usually an abundance of logic involved.

oh, i have an unofficial resolution to read library books this year. i hate the pressure of having to return a book so then i end up not reading them.  i intend to change that this year; subsequently, the image below is one of my own & not pilfered off borrowed from pinterest!

The 5 Books I Would Rage-Quit Immediately

AN OVER-HYPED BOOK  ||  You are in a bookstore when the zombies attack. Over the loudspeakers you hear the military announce that over-hyped books are the zombies' only weakness. What over-hyped book will you chuck at the zombies?

I'm gonna go with One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp.  No, I'm gonna go with the whole shelf of them because the book isn't that large (thank goodness).   Inspirational Christian literature written by women usually gives me hives just thinking about; this one, I had the misfortune of trying to read shortly after my daughter was born & I was neck-deep in postpartum anxiety + depression.  Oh yeah, it opens with a retelling of her little sister getting hit + killed by a truck.  Thanks.  That's exactly what a hormone-ravaged young mother wants to read.  Sure thing.   HELL NO.

NOTE: if you want to know where God is when life is tough & why bad things happen to people, maybe spend some time reading the Old Testament & less contemporary Christian inspirational literature.

RUNNER-UP: Game of Thrones, even though I haven't actually read any of them.  Periodically, I think, "Oh, maybe those would be cool to - " SMACK.  JENNY.  GET IT TOGETHER. 

A SEQUEL  ||   You are caught in a torrential downpour and you're probably the type who melts when you get wet. What sequel are you willing to use as an umbrella to protect yourself.

My original draft of Adamantine.  XD  I was going to go with my original draft for Ethandune, but the Adamantine draft was more substantial & would potentially provide more coverage + time to get me through the rain.  Yes, I have no qualms about using my old manuscripts as umbrellas.  They should not see the light of day anyway.

EDIT: I'm counting this as a sequel because it is looseishly tied to Plenilune & is therefore readable directly after my published novel & is kind of like a sequel if you squint + you're drunk + you don't look up the definition of "sequel" in the dictionary thanks.

A CLASSIC  ||  You're in English class and your professor won't stop going on about a classic that "revolutionized literature". Personally you think the classic is garbage and you decide to express your opinion by hurling the book at his head. What classic is that?

Ooh, that's a difficult choice.  I think I'll go with The Odyssey, followed closely (& literally) by Le Morte D'Arthur.  I can only conclude that editors were not an established demographic for literature during antiquity, otherwise the rambling saga of Odysseus' "journey" home would have been a lot shorter (I thought he didn't even want to go to Troy??).  And for being a book about the death of one of the greatest legends in British history, Le Morte D'Arthur is largely nonsense.  UTTER nonsense.  I feel like you could give the general outline of the plot to Tumblr, & Tumblr would craft a better, more interesting, + far more plausible story.

go for it, tumblr

A LEAST-FAVOURITE BOOK  ||  You're hanging out at a bookstore when global warming somehow manages to to turn the whole world into a frozen wasteland. Naturally, your only hope of survival is to burn a book. Which book would you not regret tossing into the fire?

Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers.  First of all, don't try rewriting so complex a book as Hosea; not a good idea.  Second: if you do, maybe try making it a little more subtle...?  Explicit allegory is good when, say, Bunyan does it - not when another inspirational female Christian author does it.  And thirdly: hEH BLEH don't write bodice-rippers in the name of Christ oh my lands.

A SERIES  ||  There's a flooded stream you have to cross on your quest and you can't get your feet wet. Which series (you have an undetectable extension charm on your purse) will you use as stepping stones?

Ironically, The Earthsea Cycle by Ursula K. Le Guin.  I really wanted to like these!  I thought they were going to be a cool new world.  But alas, I was underwhelmed.  I am unabashedly in favour of the film "Tales From Earthsea" over the books, because the pose + plots were lacklustre to me, but the film was done by a Miyazaki, so how could you go wrong...?

there you have it, folks!  five books that make me angry + that i wouldn't hesitate to utilize at the expense of their existence.  p.s. we are of course vastly better than these books; standing on the moral high ground helps you throw when you have scant arm strength.

are you a human being? do you have an opinion? go ahead + make your own rage-quit-five posts, & be sure to share the links below!

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