So far magic school was total rubbish.
Elliot sat on the fence bisecting two fields and brooded tragically over his wrongs.
He had been taken away from geography class, one of his most interesting classes, to take some kind of scholarship test out in the wild. A woman in odd clothing had ‘tested’ him by asking him if he could see a wall standing in the middle of a field. When he told her “Obviously, because it’s a wall. Walls tend to be obvious” she had pointed out other people blithely walking through the wall as if it was not there, and told him that he was one of the chosen few with the sight.
“Are you telling me that I have magical powers?” Elliot had asked, extremely excited for a moment, and then he added: “… because I can’t walk through walls? That doesn’t seem right.”
From much later in the same text:
"…and Elliot had to try and explain being Jewish but not practising to an elf."
i was bored and listless and sleepy at work and started reading this and now i’m punched in the feelings
“Lovely child, you think the world is so bright,” said Red Rose: they were the only words he ever spoke to Jewel in the play, as if men didn’t talk to each other. “You have not learned yet that the light of the world is men burning. The years will pass and you will know what it is to be consumed.”
YOU WILL CRY. I CRIED. IT’S THE BEST.
THIS STORY IS ONE OF THE MOST DELIGHTFUL THINGS I HAVE EVER READ
AND BY STORY I MEAN BOOK BECAUSE IT IS LONG AND USED UP MY ENTIRE DAY AND IT WAS WORTH EVER SINGLE MOMENT
i’m so glad this book is spreading around my dash because i can finally talk about trolls stumbling into elven culture and the boys all wearing sexy and wanton hussy dresses OR modest and elegant demure dresses
also eridan suddenly finding himself on the other side of creepstering
i dreamed the beginning of what could be a sorta interesting take on the zombie genre. i’m not gonna write it, tho, so i might as well tumblr it.
it was a virus that came from mice. i think it was a mutation of rabies. patient zero was a grad student studying animal behavior; she was testing whether tolerance of humans could be learned by observation. she had a batch of wild mice she’d hand-raised, and another batch of the same species recently caught as adults, and let the second group observe the first group get food and pettins, and documented how long it took the second group to be willing to take food from her. at least, that was the idea, but the wild-caught mice started eating each other, and when she tried to put them in separate containers she got bitten. and within hours she was ripping her friends’ faces off.
and then it was revealed that this had happened in 1928, in a small desert town. the town was wiped out, but zombies aren’t great at operating motor vehicles, most people didn’t really keep in touch with the rest of the world via phone or anything, and there was no interstate highway system yet, so the infection didn’t get out. by the time anyone investigated, the zombies had dessicated into a torpor state and were indistinguishable from their victims. they were bulldozed into a mass grave and forgotten.
then in modern times, one of those history/archaeology reality shows digs up the mass grave, investigating what really killed the town of whatever-it-was — a bad strain of influenza, as the official story said, or something more sinister? — and some of the now-mostly-just-bones zombies get reconstituted and the epidemic is on.
our hero, the dead grad student, was not one of the ones that got woken up. she’s been experiencing some kind of almost like a shamanic trance this whole time, her spirit drifting around the desert learning things from ghosts. she was enjoying it, had made peace with what happened. but when this happens, she reanimates her body through sheer willpower. she’s no longer a zombie, exactly; she isn’t eating flesh to restore her semblance of life (these zombies are also a little like vampires, the more flesh they eat the more alive they look) so she’s still a skeleton, she’s just walking and talking by sheer ghost power. she manages to get a few of her friends — whom she killed and turned back when it started, but they’re not bitter — to join her in this wise skeleton ghost state, and together they try to stop the zombie plague that was unleashed from their graves.
i just came up with a plot for the skeleton war.
jesus christ. my subconscious is awesome.