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It's been awhile, eh?
Okay, first of all, my Discworld books and what I thought of them.
Mort: Eh. Not one of my absolute favorites. But I still liked it. It's just that Death got all Death-like near the end and scared me. Usually he's more...human than that.
Soul Music: Okay, I'm really tired of Terry Pratchett messing with my mind like this! Would you believe that for ten minutes I really believed that the Creator's first words were "One. Two. One two three four!"? And it took me another hour to remember the whole let-there-be-light thing. And then I was all...but what about the music? And then I remembered, hey, I don't live on the Discworld. Anyway. Loved the book, my official second-favorite ever. If/when they make the movie, Orlando Bloom must play Imp y Celyn. Otherwise I won't go see it.
Well, okay, I'd still go see it.
Thief of Time: Wasn't expecting to like this one, and then I did. Surprise! It was...well, interesting. I loved Jeremy and was sad when he stopped existing. And the tick...tick...tick was very cool. And, hee, love the horsemen.
Good Omens: Oh, God, so good. I knew I was going to like it when I couldn't stop smiling for ten minutes after I read the cast of characters (not so much a Fallen Angel as one who sauntered vaguely downwards). And Johnny Depp is the perfect Crowley, and Kenneth Branagh should be Aziraphale, and eeee. And I loved the ending. And, yes.
Now I want more books. Wah.
Here's an excerpt of Shadows and Light because I sort of like it, I guess.
It is written: You are the Chosen Ones, and this land is given to you.
And the Nesarrens said, "Well, if this is our land, then why should we let the Irrandese have it?" There was a bloody war, and the fields were soaked in blood. The Holy City of Hadra Corroch burned, and the Nesarrens claimed, "This is the will of our gods."
The goddess Rasha, in her prison beneath the sea, rocked back and forth and wailed, "That is so not what we meant, that is so not what we meant!"
It is written: This world is given to you, to do with as you please.
And the Nesarrens said, "Oh. So it's just...ours, then?" And they misused the world that was given to them. They converted the Onarikkans, who used the excuse of religion to power their Dragons. No one truly noticed that they could see less of the stars than before.
The god Arin, in his prison in the sky, slumped to his knees. "Well, yes, but...when we said that we didn't mean for you to destroy it!"
It is written: You shall not steal. You shall not kill.
And the Nesarrens who called themselves diplomats read the words, and said, "But we are the Chosen Ones. The Irrandese are less than us. Surely we are allowed to kill animals; why should they be any different?" And the royal family of Irrand was slaughtered to make way for the Nesarren empire.
The god Kellenath, in his prison of metal, kicked the wall and said nothing. It wasn't as if anyone could hear him, anyway.
It is written: Necromancy is a dangerous art and should not be practiced.
And the necromancers cried, "But it's not like we can help it! Anyway, don't you want to have your husband back? Your daughter? Yes, it's dangerous. But only to us..."
So they reinterpreted the words. All was well with the world. No one cared that the necromancers went mad. No one realized that there was a reason for the words.
The fourth god, whose name is never called on, sat in his prison behind the Gates and waited. He knew more about human nature than the other gods did.
And as the Gates began to open, as the pathway to the Living world cleared, the fourth god smiled and whispered to his first disciple: This is exactly what I meant...
Probably made more sense in my head. Oh well.
Now, then. I need a name. The most ordinary, ungodly, definitely not-evil name you can think of.
But not Bob.
Okay, first of all, my Discworld books and what I thought of them.
Mort: Eh. Not one of my absolute favorites. But I still liked it. It's just that Death got all Death-like near the end and scared me. Usually he's more...human than that.
Soul Music: Okay, I'm really tired of Terry Pratchett messing with my mind like this! Would you believe that for ten minutes I really believed that the Creator's first words were "One. Two. One two three four!"? And it took me another hour to remember the whole let-there-be-light thing. And then I was all...but what about the music? And then I remembered, hey, I don't live on the Discworld. Anyway. Loved the book, my official second-favorite ever. If/when they make the movie, Orlando Bloom must play Imp y Celyn. Otherwise I won't go see it.
Well, okay, I'd still go see it.
Thief of Time: Wasn't expecting to like this one, and then I did. Surprise! It was...well, interesting. I loved Jeremy and was sad when he stopped existing. And the tick...tick...tick was very cool. And, hee, love the horsemen.
Good Omens: Oh, God, so good. I knew I was going to like it when I couldn't stop smiling for ten minutes after I read the cast of characters (not so much a Fallen Angel as one who sauntered vaguely downwards). And Johnny Depp is the perfect Crowley, and Kenneth Branagh should be Aziraphale, and eeee. And I loved the ending. And, yes.
Now I want more books. Wah.
Here's an excerpt of Shadows and Light because I sort of like it, I guess.
It is written: You are the Chosen Ones, and this land is given to you.
And the Nesarrens said, "Well, if this is our land, then why should we let the Irrandese have it?" There was a bloody war, and the fields were soaked in blood. The Holy City of Hadra Corroch burned, and the Nesarrens claimed, "This is the will of our gods."
The goddess Rasha, in her prison beneath the sea, rocked back and forth and wailed, "That is so not what we meant, that is so not what we meant!"
It is written: This world is given to you, to do with as you please.
And the Nesarrens said, "Oh. So it's just...ours, then?" And they misused the world that was given to them. They converted the Onarikkans, who used the excuse of religion to power their Dragons. No one truly noticed that they could see less of the stars than before.
The god Arin, in his prison in the sky, slumped to his knees. "Well, yes, but...when we said that we didn't mean for you to destroy it!"
It is written: You shall not steal. You shall not kill.
And the Nesarrens who called themselves diplomats read the words, and said, "But we are the Chosen Ones. The Irrandese are less than us. Surely we are allowed to kill animals; why should they be any different?" And the royal family of Irrand was slaughtered to make way for the Nesarren empire.
The god Kellenath, in his prison of metal, kicked the wall and said nothing. It wasn't as if anyone could hear him, anyway.
It is written: Necromancy is a dangerous art and should not be practiced.
And the necromancers cried, "But it's not like we can help it! Anyway, don't you want to have your husband back? Your daughter? Yes, it's dangerous. But only to us..."
So they reinterpreted the words. All was well with the world. No one cared that the necromancers went mad. No one realized that there was a reason for the words.
The fourth god, whose name is never called on, sat in his prison behind the Gates and waited. He knew more about human nature than the other gods did.
And as the Gates began to open, as the pathway to the Living world cleared, the fourth god smiled and whispered to his first disciple: This is exactly what I meant...
Probably made more sense in my head. Oh well.
Now, then. I need a name. The most ordinary, ungodly, definitely not-evil name you can think of.
But not Bob.
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Barring that, Tim.
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It has a V.
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