In Which the Details of Things

drakeshelm
I don't always cross the streams, as it were, between my writing blog and my fashion blog, but on a whim the other day I did up my make-up in the style of one of my Plenilune cultures, and that started a ball rolling.  Before I launch into this month's snippets (hold on - no jumping the line - just wait a second and hear me out), here are a handful of links to some very fun Plenilune looks done by myself and three of my friends.  (And by all means, if anyone is inspired, join in!  It's a lot of fun and, naturally, it kind of makes my day.)


Almost at once sound broke back on the scene. Someone was hollering for a water-line, cursing the gods and Hades and the slowness of the foot-soldier, and Alwin breathed again, knowing that the business would be taken care of.
drakeshelm

I followed the line of his arm and marked, not merely the doorway, but that the elegant quilting on his silver sleeve was stitched in gold thread—real gold thread: my blood tingled with the closeness of the magical element.
dondonné

...it had been a new and curious thing, even a little alarming—her eye dropped to the mauled side of his face and something quivered a little in her middle—but at the time it had been only a fresh excitement. Now she was conscious of Sophia sitting far off from her, and never quite coming back.
 maresgate

Her lips pursed and spread in a straight, mirthless smile of contemplation. “Right into Commander Herro’s thigh-bone. Rummy luck!” She sniffed and looked round the battery. “Where did the baby go?”
drakeshelm

But in the forefront of her mind she was thinking vividly about Number Eight and the sickening quickness with which it must have whirled round on its handlers. Like a feral pup that goes back to its kind when it is old. She stepped into the stairhead and shivered her way down the cold passage. In a quick, conversational way, she added, Good God! How easily it might have killed someone, too.
drakeshelm 

"You did not reckon on Golightly. No one ever reckons on Golightly: that is what I love about him."
maresgate

"The end of gods and giants himself!"
drakeshelm

Out of courtesy Raymond extended his hand, and [she] deftly slipped her long, freckled hand into his—the fingers squeezed with remarkable power before detaching.
“Good morning.” The green eyes flashed daggers.
talldogs

And in one of those odd little moments in which the details of things seem to stand clear and seem vitally important, Alwin noticed also that the man wore a shoulder-pauldron—like any other pauldron, save that it was stamped in tiny relief with the pattern of the planta prunellier, and he knew at once who the man was.
drakeshelm

Only once or twice!” mazed Avery. “And with such woods as these to prompt! I tell you what: Amaranth is plain-set, and we have no close woods like these to lure us in. It is old, well-mannered country down in Hol-land.”
talldogs

I am pretty well grateful that you are taking the brunt of their fire from me, he considered a little exasperatedly, but there is no call to go making a Sabine of her!
talldogs

Eleud began to writhe in his grip like Tam Lin.
talldogs

But it was the figure on the creature’s back which interested him most, and he, too, lifted his head a little, eyes hooded, to examine the superb being perched tailor-fashion on the narrow flat saddle. It was helmed in a round, ribbed cap of metal, with a thick brow and a mesh of silver coins lowered over the neck and swept up round to cover the wearer’s face to the bridge of the nose. Only the eyes showed through, a calculated dark amber rimmed in black, couched between the silver-coin veil and two glossy red antlers, split into two tines at each end, which sprouted from the helm’s brow. Beneath her headdress—it was a woman’s pair of eyes, he noted—she wore a curious fusion of masculine and feminine garb, robed in a silken gown printed over in golds and reds and rusts, and wrapped close about the waist by a long scarf of vibrant cinnabar-colour. From amidst the belt hung a very beautiful and notably serviceable sword, and beneath the billowing folds of the gown were tucked a pair of trouser’d legs, plumed in loose linen and tied tightly into the mouths of a pair of buckskin boots.
cruxgang

This drawing was good—superb, even—but it was not an accurate depiction of the original work. Small things had been twisted, and twisted so horribly that even though the master had painted a pagan picture, the result of this imitation was truly blasphemous.
lamblight

She laughed gaily and prattled with him toward the door, leaving Raymond and Avery alone in the hallway. His hands free, and put into his own pockets, Avery lounged abbreviatedly to Raymond’s side, eyes narrowed as he watched the young lady taking the shepherd off under her wing. When they were out of earshot, and the steward had shut the door, he turned to Raymond and asked,
“Do you still think Geoffrey is having an affair with Illia Mara?”
talldogs

6 ripostes:

  1. "No one ever reckons on Golightly."
    That might just be one of my favorite lines ever.

    Also, the last one -
    talldogs.
    Such....
    acerbity. All of them. Everyone.

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  2. One of my favourite lines too. ^_^

    Acerbity. We excel at that around here. Oh yes.

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  3. Dondonné - is that a new book too? Because the detail of culture and richness is truly stirring and wonderful in that snippet. Love it! Wow, that IS a fine collection of fleeting glimpses. I smiled at the Talldogs scene where Raymond shakes the lady's hand - I love your description there, Jenny. One of those moments when I can really feel the tense ellictricity of the air, and the tingle of hearts underneath :).

    Perhaps my favorite (always a hard thing to pin down with your lovely snippets) would be the one with the painting. I like that one!!

    Splendid snippets again, Jenny-dear :). I am curious how things are going with your different books and which you are most working on, etc. It has been a while and we all love updates!

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  4. What a wonderful round-up! I love the fullness of atmosphere one gets, looking at the pictures and then reading the snippets. It's like a movie - a movie with a good ending too! Love those last snippets. I always like to go for a slam-bang finish!
    And I will be joining the Plenilune-Makeup-Bandwagon somehow... (Don't look at me like that, I have my ways!)

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  5. Joy - I'm very glad you enjoyed them! I suppose I am due for another updating post. I'll have to remedy that.

    Bree - I'm never sure if people grow annoyed by the pictures - they very often have little to do with the body of the post. But I'm glad you like them, and I'm glad you like these snippets! It was agony choosing them, and in some instances I did so want to just plop you down with the whole scene.

    I'm looking forward to your entries in the make-up brigade!

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  6. I've always thought it would be fun, putting together outfits inspired by ones characters. (I should say it is fun, since I do it a good deal myself)

    Great snippets!

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