H - Horseshoe Place

The last A-Z post I did for Adamantine was all the way back in October, concerning the Ghiraranna.  I'm currently in the midst of tinkering with a few edits for Adamantine, recovering from the month-long dash to reach another 50,000 words on Plenilune, and quietly brainstorming for Gingerune.  So I have all three novels on the brain (which is not very surprising, I know - what else occupies my imagination?), so the topic for today's A-Z post in refreshing.

I suppose it’s not really my business,” the lad broke into her thoughts, “but is it a nice sort of love you’re in?”
She shook her head to clear it. “I’m not—in love,” she said, blushing.  “I was just thinking how nice your farm is. It is a very lovely piece of land.”
The lad nodded, shoving his hands into his work-clothes in a careless gesture. For a moment he regarded Andor askance, who sat patiently gazing up at him, hoping for a pat. “Aye. It is a good sort of love, then. An’ it is a good place,” he agreed: “an horseshoe place.”
Her mouth twitched. “Yes.” 
Adamantine

Here's another theme that runs not only through all three novels (in varying degrees) but also through my life: the sense of belonging: the sense of a place reaching out and pulling you in and loving you as fiercely as you love it.   There are a lot of novels written about people trying to find their place in the world (whatever world that may be, this one or the next one, or one completely imagination), and we're all acquainted with that painful story of rebirth as a character grows into himself.  What we don't often see is the world growing into the character, of the world finding a weak point in the character's armour, of flying through the chink and stabbing him through the heart and never leaving off that acute and loving pain of ownership.  A world like that of Faerie, weird and wild and totally foreign to our determined but naive heroine, while trodding on her skirts and catching her up with danger at every turn on the one hand, on the other steals over her heart with a sense of the anguished slavery of love.  Her tenderhearted nature answers to the land with a sense of belonging and being owned and the whole land takes on for her - as it has taken on for me - an image of grace.  A living genius.  A canny place.

a horseshoe place

5 ripostes:

  1. This was a beautiful post, I especially love you last paragraph.

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  2. Wow! So neat. I love reading that little piece up top. A horseshoe place. I totally get that. Places do that to me often. So often.

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  3. A delightful post, as usual :). A horseshoe place... I never heard this expression before to express the emotion of belonging. It is a beautiful word. And I really want so badly to know more about Adamant and her story--it just pulls at my heart strings so, Jenny dear!

    I am thinking that I shall try doing an 'A to Z' post series myself for 'The Crown of Life' considering how I am putting it on hold and working on another novel, it will be good to keep my own memory fresh for the story and for those of my blog readers too :).

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  4. Gee golly, it seems Anne Elisabeth's series is quite popular! Be sure to check hers out, of course. So far as I knew, she started it, so...blame her. :P As for a horseshoe place, you've never heard of it before because...I made it up.

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  5. Ah, 'tis funny Joy should mention doing an 'A to Z' post series, for I was toying with the idea of doing one myself. :)

    Lovely post, by the way, dear! :)

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