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Disclaimer: The following is fanfiction.
"On the precipitous shale ledge overlooking the valley of their terrors, Linden and Joan struggled to find handholds among the insubstantial rocks and roots.
When the ring hanging from Linden's neck touched the white gold of Joan's, an argent conflagration like a release from retribution enveloped them both.
The mystery of translation returned them instantly to their own world-- and to the grassy hollow in the woods behind Haven Farm, where their lives both hung in the balance.
In the lucid moment of her passing, she stared at her son.
She smiled because he was alive.
...and she was sure that his wounds had been erased, as clearly as if they had been burned away - by white fire."
"On the precipitous shale ledge overlooking the valley of their terrors, Linden and Joan struggled to find handholds among the insubstantial rocks and roots.
When the ring hanging from Linden's neck touched the white gold of Joan's, an argent conflagration like a release from retribution enveloped them both.
The mystery of translation returned them instantly to their own world-- and to the grassy hollow in the woods behind Haven Farm, where their lives both hung in the balance.
In the lucid moment of her passing, she stared at her son.
She smiled because he was alive.
...and she was sure that his wounds had been erased, as clearly as if they had been burned away - by white fire."
Spoiler
Then readers can argue indefinitely about which son they think lives!
"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
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The Last Dark?
A pervading darkness has stolen over what was once the beautiful Land. It was the time of the Worm (the worm to end all worms, the queen of nematodes and flatworms alike, the Worm that both the wise and the visionary speak of as the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega, the worm who answered the deathcry of Death itself, the worm... oh surely you know what Worm I am speaking of??), but one small company still struggled to fight on. They trod. In what direction, who can say but they did not heed the darkness, the pervading darkness that the Worm who ends all worms, ahem, cast on them. They trod.
"By Asclepius and all that's hale and holy, get off. Get off!!"
"Oh, Chosen, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to step on you. It's just that it's so dark, and-"
"Please, please get off me."
"Oh. Sorry. Here you go. You're all right, right?"
"Riiight, Kindwind." To herself: "Oh, my head. My poor head." She touched it delicately. It wasn't dented. No yet at least.
"Did you say something, Chosen?"
"No." Linden sighed. It wasn't The Kindwind's fault. Kindwind's fault, she corrected herself. Kindwind, The Kindwind.
"You know, Chosen," Grueborn interjected, "if you only gave us some light from your Staff, you wouldn't get stomped on so much."
"I would have, if someone hadn't stepped on it and broke it to pieces."
"But-"
"Listen well, Frostheart Grueborn," Onyx Stonemage scolded her, "for all know that on the day you were born, the whole heavens and earth shuddered in fear of what your heavy and, might I add, big feet, will trod on next. Place them more carefully, that something of creation will remain intact."
"What nonsense you speak. It was no fault of mine. The darkness made fools of us all and it was in fact Cabledarm's big clumsy feet who, like the ornery galley in the skiffs' anchorage, made me stumble."
"A foolish fib. Do not listen to her tales, Chosen," Cabledarm haughtily told Linden.
"Don't try to deny it, Cabledarm," Grueborn insisted huffily. "Besides, Jeremiah fixed it."
"That's right." Jeremiah piped in.
"Just leave it. We can go for now without light." Linden hurriedly said.
"I did fix it." Jeremiah grumbled. "I did."
"Yes you did, sweetheart. And it's perfect." she lied. The mud and bone patch just wasn't working for her. And it was starting to flake. If only they had some good materiel for Jeremiah to work his magic on, or a shiny wraith, for that matter. But there was no sense dwelling on the impossible. "I just don't feel like we should waste its power on mere light. We have to save it for when it would really count."
"Bold words, Chosen," Rime Coldspray replied. "Heed the Chosen's words, swordmainnir. Our enemies do not pause while we speak in the implementation of their dire plots and so we must likewise make haste to foil them and so I entreat and call to all of you: Onwards!"
Loud cheers, a few "Aye, Ironhand," and one painful "Aaah! Kindwind!" could be heard through the pervading darkness.
"Sorry, Chosen. I promise. It won't happen again. I'll look very hard before each step I take. I'll be as heedful to your presence as a-"
"Just. Get. Off. Of. Me."
"Yes Chosen."
*~*~*
Some time later (but who could say how much later), in a darkness indistinguishable from the previous darkness, caused by a worm. The Worm. (the worm to end all worms, the queen of nematodes and flatworms alike, the Worm that both the wise and the visionary speak of as the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega, the worm who answered the deathcry of Death itself…) a small company still struggled on but now…
In the distance the ground seemed to tremble. Linden was almost happy for the respite. Had the Worm (the Worm!) finally arrived? She gripped the two remaining pieces of her Staff like a drummer in a Kong Fu B-movie, the kind that has chicks who know Kong Fu and keep drumsticks in their back-pocket. She intended to go out with a bang; she was getting tired of whimpering. But for once Fate was feeling kindly.
"Linden!"
"Covenant?"
"Linden. I'm so happy to see you."
"Oh Covenant," Linden wanted to say so much but the ground was definitely trembling and not far off this time for it (or was it Fate?) didn't feel like giving her any more time for the many many more words she wanted to utter. For, all at once, the Worm(*) was there and it was huge.
"Flee!" a giant screamed, "Don't pick on them, Worm(*), try and fight me, like a haruchai." one of the Masters pronounced unironically. He felt obliged to add "not that I believe you can."
But none of it mattered. For it is the Worm we speak of. (The Worm!) Before any of them could draw two breaths, they were all tumbling down through Worm's(*) enormous pharynx until at last they landed in a moist cavern.
"Are you all right, Linden?" Covenant cried from somewhere.
Linden groped her way toward him. He was not that far off after all and she hugged him to her fiercely.
"Shh, shh." Covenant whispered to her. "It's going to be all right. You just have to hold on to hope and believe that things will turn out well. Something always intervenes in the end. Why, I-" Linden stepped back and stomped the mushy ground angrily. She dammed her ears to his docile words. She was tired of waiting and hoping. She was going to do something. She lifted the pieces of her Staff over her head. It was time to make some worm food. (Worm food!???(*))
"Aaaah!!! No, Kindwind! Get off. Get off!"
"I'm sorry, Chosen! Are you alright? I'm so sorry. I'm clumsy. So clumsy. Yes, yes, I'm getting off, you don't need to abjure me to do it anymore. Just hold on."
Free at last, Linden searched frantically in the slick muck underfoot for any remaining pieces of her onetime glorious Staff of Law. All she could find were slivers. Slivers! What could she do with the Slivers of Law? She wanted to cry.
"You're not angry with me, are you Chosen?" Kindwind asked worriedly.
Linden ground her teeth. "No, Kindwind," she answered slowly, like an automaton from another tale.
"What are we going to do now, mom?" Jeremiah asked her from somewhere.
"It's going to be all right. Everything is going to turn out fine."
I think we're nearing Melenkurion Skyweir, mom."
"I know, Jeremiah."
"But mom,"
"I said I know, Jeremiah."
"You do know what will happen when the Worm(*) reaches Melenkurion Skyweir, don't you mom?"
"Of course I know, Jeremiah."
"Because I can tell you if you don't, mom."
"Please don't."
"You see, mom, when the Worm(*) reaches Melenkurion Skyweir it will make its way to the Earthblood Chamber and went it gets there, it will drink from the Earthblood and then-"
"Let the Chosen attend to our perils, youngling," Rime Coldspray told Jeremiah. "Mayhap she will even find a solution that will astonish us all."
"But I haven't finished telling her about the Worm(*), Rime Coldspray. Mom needs to know what is going to happen."
"Chosen," Rime Coldspray overrode him. "Have you not still in your possession your White Gold Ring and Thomas Covenant the Krill?"
"Yes!" Linden took the ring out of her shirt. She ignored Jeremiah as he pulled on her shirt and tried to make her listen to his explanations. This was it. She held the ring reverently for a moment in her trembling hand. With this ring she would slay the Worm(*) and free them all. She closed her fist around it and felt for the restless power it would unlock in her.
With a wet 'Pchooy' sound, it slipped between her fingers and was gone in the muck. Her muck-slick hands had lost her Covenant's ring!
"Noooooo!" Half maddened, Linden jumped at Covenant and wrested Joan's ring from him and activated it.
The Wild Magic didn't behave as it should have. It seemed to spread all around her and be swollen into the surrounding walls. Gradually, the space around them began to lighten. A soggy sun, still flickering from its recent dunking in the digestive fluids of the Worm(*), revealed a marshy landscape where, here and there, vibrant tree shoots poked out of the muck.
"What has happened?" she demanded of Covenant. She tried the ring again and again but no matter how much passion she poured into it, nothing happened
"Ah Linden, you've saved us all. Just as I knew you would. By giving the Worm(*) the White Gold Ring that is the cornerstone Wild Magic you have turned the Worm(*) into a new Arch of Time, and by imbuing the Worm(*) with the remains of the Staff of Law you have ensured that a new One Tree, or maybe it would be better to say a One Forest will grow here. Darling, don't you understand, what you have just done here is plant the seeds for a new and better Creation that we all will be a part of."
"In a Worm's guts?(*)"
"Something's wrong with that?"
"I don't know. The whole concept is kind of disgusting. So all this time your plan was for us to be eaten by a giant Doomsday Worm(*) so we could live in its gut cavity?"
"Yes."
"That's… yuck.
"Cease your grousing, Sunsage," a familiar voice tinkled, like chimes, from the surrounding air. (The air smelled like a fresh opened can of worms.) "You have completed your task, restoring Us to our weird, now be silent and let Us rejoice at this glorious Creation."
"But what about all the people we left outside? Are they all doomed? The Haruchai, the Soaring Woodhelvenin, the Ur-Viles and Waynhim, the-"
"We were not left outside," a harsh voice suddenly said. From behind a tuft of soggy land a merry band of black ur-viles and grey waynhims appeared led by their lore-master. "We have been prepared and now, at last, we have a home." It added smugly. Barking filled the space.
"And What about Foul and his cohorts?" Linden persisted.
The lore master looked at her pityingly. "When you implanted the cornerstone of Time in the Worm's(*) flesh you had deprived the rest of the world of it but it was still an unbroken Creation of space and time."
"So you mean-"
"Yes. They are imprisoned forevermore in the very moment of their impending triumph. Welcome to your happy ending."
"Stone and Sea!" Stonemage exclaimed.
"More like muck and grime." Halewhole Bluntfist replied.
We will suffice." Branl pronounced.
THE END
(*) The Worm!
A pervading darkness has stolen over what was once the beautiful Land. It was the time of the Worm (the worm to end all worms, the queen of nematodes and flatworms alike, the Worm that both the wise and the visionary speak of as the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega, the worm who answered the deathcry of Death itself, the worm... oh surely you know what Worm I am speaking of??), but one small company still struggled to fight on. They trod. In what direction, who can say but they did not heed the darkness, the pervading darkness that the Worm who ends all worms, ahem, cast on them. They trod.
"By Asclepius and all that's hale and holy, get off. Get off!!"
"Oh, Chosen, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to step on you. It's just that it's so dark, and-"
"Please, please get off me."
"Oh. Sorry. Here you go. You're all right, right?"
"Riiight, Kindwind." To herself: "Oh, my head. My poor head." She touched it delicately. It wasn't dented. No yet at least.
"Did you say something, Chosen?"
"No." Linden sighed. It wasn't The Kindwind's fault. Kindwind's fault, she corrected herself. Kindwind, The Kindwind.
"You know, Chosen," Grueborn interjected, "if you only gave us some light from your Staff, you wouldn't get stomped on so much."
"I would have, if someone hadn't stepped on it and broke it to pieces."
"But-"
"Listen well, Frostheart Grueborn," Onyx Stonemage scolded her, "for all know that on the day you were born, the whole heavens and earth shuddered in fear of what your heavy and, might I add, big feet, will trod on next. Place them more carefully, that something of creation will remain intact."
"What nonsense you speak. It was no fault of mine. The darkness made fools of us all and it was in fact Cabledarm's big clumsy feet who, like the ornery galley in the skiffs' anchorage, made me stumble."
"A foolish fib. Do not listen to her tales, Chosen," Cabledarm haughtily told Linden.
"Don't try to deny it, Cabledarm," Grueborn insisted huffily. "Besides, Jeremiah fixed it."
"That's right." Jeremiah piped in.
"Just leave it. We can go for now without light." Linden hurriedly said.
"I did fix it." Jeremiah grumbled. "I did."
"Yes you did, sweetheart. And it's perfect." she lied. The mud and bone patch just wasn't working for her. And it was starting to flake. If only they had some good materiel for Jeremiah to work his magic on, or a shiny wraith, for that matter. But there was no sense dwelling on the impossible. "I just don't feel like we should waste its power on mere light. We have to save it for when it would really count."
"Bold words, Chosen," Rime Coldspray replied. "Heed the Chosen's words, swordmainnir. Our enemies do not pause while we speak in the implementation of their dire plots and so we must likewise make haste to foil them and so I entreat and call to all of you: Onwards!"
Loud cheers, a few "Aye, Ironhand," and one painful "Aaah! Kindwind!" could be heard through the pervading darkness.
"Sorry, Chosen. I promise. It won't happen again. I'll look very hard before each step I take. I'll be as heedful to your presence as a-"
"Just. Get. Off. Of. Me."
"Yes Chosen."
*~*~*
Some time later (but who could say how much later), in a darkness indistinguishable from the previous darkness, caused by a worm. The Worm. (the worm to end all worms, the queen of nematodes and flatworms alike, the Worm that both the wise and the visionary speak of as the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega, the worm who answered the deathcry of Death itself…) a small company still struggled on but now…
In the distance the ground seemed to tremble. Linden was almost happy for the respite. Had the Worm (the Worm!) finally arrived? She gripped the two remaining pieces of her Staff like a drummer in a Kong Fu B-movie, the kind that has chicks who know Kong Fu and keep drumsticks in their back-pocket. She intended to go out with a bang; she was getting tired of whimpering. But for once Fate was feeling kindly.
"Linden!"
"Covenant?"
"Linden. I'm so happy to see you."
"Oh Covenant," Linden wanted to say so much but the ground was definitely trembling and not far off this time for it (or was it Fate?) didn't feel like giving her any more time for the many many more words she wanted to utter. For, all at once, the Worm(*) was there and it was huge.
"Flee!" a giant screamed, "Don't pick on them, Worm(*), try and fight me, like a haruchai." one of the Masters pronounced unironically. He felt obliged to add "not that I believe you can."
But none of it mattered. For it is the Worm we speak of. (The Worm!) Before any of them could draw two breaths, they were all tumbling down through Worm's(*) enormous pharynx until at last they landed in a moist cavern.
"Are you all right, Linden?" Covenant cried from somewhere.
Linden groped her way toward him. He was not that far off after all and she hugged him to her fiercely.
"Shh, shh." Covenant whispered to her. "It's going to be all right. You just have to hold on to hope and believe that things will turn out well. Something always intervenes in the end. Why, I-" Linden stepped back and stomped the mushy ground angrily. She dammed her ears to his docile words. She was tired of waiting and hoping. She was going to do something. She lifted the pieces of her Staff over her head. It was time to make some worm food. (Worm food!???(*))
"Aaaah!!! No, Kindwind! Get off. Get off!"
"I'm sorry, Chosen! Are you alright? I'm so sorry. I'm clumsy. So clumsy. Yes, yes, I'm getting off, you don't need to abjure me to do it anymore. Just hold on."
Free at last, Linden searched frantically in the slick muck underfoot for any remaining pieces of her onetime glorious Staff of Law. All she could find were slivers. Slivers! What could she do with the Slivers of Law? She wanted to cry.
"You're not angry with me, are you Chosen?" Kindwind asked worriedly.
Linden ground her teeth. "No, Kindwind," she answered slowly, like an automaton from another tale.
"What are we going to do now, mom?" Jeremiah asked her from somewhere.
"It's going to be all right. Everything is going to turn out fine."
I think we're nearing Melenkurion Skyweir, mom."
"I know, Jeremiah."
"But mom,"
"I said I know, Jeremiah."
"You do know what will happen when the Worm(*) reaches Melenkurion Skyweir, don't you mom?"
"Of course I know, Jeremiah."
"Because I can tell you if you don't, mom."
"Please don't."
"You see, mom, when the Worm(*) reaches Melenkurion Skyweir it will make its way to the Earthblood Chamber and went it gets there, it will drink from the Earthblood and then-"
"Let the Chosen attend to our perils, youngling," Rime Coldspray told Jeremiah. "Mayhap she will even find a solution that will astonish us all."
"But I haven't finished telling her about the Worm(*), Rime Coldspray. Mom needs to know what is going to happen."
"Chosen," Rime Coldspray overrode him. "Have you not still in your possession your White Gold Ring and Thomas Covenant the Krill?"
"Yes!" Linden took the ring out of her shirt. She ignored Jeremiah as he pulled on her shirt and tried to make her listen to his explanations. This was it. She held the ring reverently for a moment in her trembling hand. With this ring she would slay the Worm(*) and free them all. She closed her fist around it and felt for the restless power it would unlock in her.
With a wet 'Pchooy' sound, it slipped between her fingers and was gone in the muck. Her muck-slick hands had lost her Covenant's ring!
"Noooooo!" Half maddened, Linden jumped at Covenant and wrested Joan's ring from him and activated it.
The Wild Magic didn't behave as it should have. It seemed to spread all around her and be swollen into the surrounding walls. Gradually, the space around them began to lighten. A soggy sun, still flickering from its recent dunking in the digestive fluids of the Worm(*), revealed a marshy landscape where, here and there, vibrant tree shoots poked out of the muck.
"What has happened?" she demanded of Covenant. She tried the ring again and again but no matter how much passion she poured into it, nothing happened
"Ah Linden, you've saved us all. Just as I knew you would. By giving the Worm(*) the White Gold Ring that is the cornerstone Wild Magic you have turned the Worm(*) into a new Arch of Time, and by imbuing the Worm(*) with the remains of the Staff of Law you have ensured that a new One Tree, or maybe it would be better to say a One Forest will grow here. Darling, don't you understand, what you have just done here is plant the seeds for a new and better Creation that we all will be a part of."
"In a Worm's guts?(*)"
"Something's wrong with that?"
"I don't know. The whole concept is kind of disgusting. So all this time your plan was for us to be eaten by a giant Doomsday Worm(*) so we could live in its gut cavity?"
"Yes."
"That's… yuck.
"Cease your grousing, Sunsage," a familiar voice tinkled, like chimes, from the surrounding air. (The air smelled like a fresh opened can of worms.) "You have completed your task, restoring Us to our weird, now be silent and let Us rejoice at this glorious Creation."
"But what about all the people we left outside? Are they all doomed? The Haruchai, the Soaring Woodhelvenin, the Ur-Viles and Waynhim, the-"
"We were not left outside," a harsh voice suddenly said. From behind a tuft of soggy land a merry band of black ur-viles and grey waynhims appeared led by their lore-master. "We have been prepared and now, at last, we have a home." It added smugly. Barking filled the space.
"And What about Foul and his cohorts?" Linden persisted.
The lore master looked at her pityingly. "When you implanted the cornerstone of Time in the Worm's(*) flesh you had deprived the rest of the world of it but it was still an unbroken Creation of space and time."
"So you mean-"
"Yes. They are imprisoned forevermore in the very moment of their impending triumph. Welcome to your happy ending."
"Stone and Sea!" Stonemage exclaimed.
"More like muck and grime." Halewhole Bluntfist replied.
We will suffice." Branl pronounced.
THE END
(*) The Worm!
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Linna Heartbooger
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yaaay, another entry!! 
(gonna read it now)
(gonna read it now)
"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
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Thank you... I enjoyed writing it once I got a plan.
I am loving yours... halfway through; I swear I'm going to have to read it again to get some of this.
You are so shameless in following the directions Frosty gave, and "playing to your audience," or should I say "catering to your judge"!!! ...and that makes for fantastic metahumor.
So I heartily second your vote asking for the deadline to be extended...
Also, is there a conversation about the color grue, or about a grue going on somewhere on the Watch?
the search function isn't working for me right now...
<passage of time>
Okay, I just finished reading yours, and...
...sshoe, YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF!!
My first pass finds humor on so many levels...
*love* the Linden and Jeremiah mom-and-kid back-and-forths... that is SO clichéd!
And then Covenant's dialog... I wanted to die laughing.
...Resembles the poetic justice in the ending to another SRD series, too.
I am loving yours... halfway through; I swear I'm going to have to read it again to get some of this.
You are so shameless in following the directions Frosty gave, and "playing to your audience," or should I say "catering to your judge"!!! ...and that makes for fantastic metahumor.
So I heartily second your vote asking for the deadline to be extended...
Also, is there a conversation about the color grue, or about a grue going on somewhere on the Watch?
the search function isn't working for me right now...
<passage of time>
Okay, I just finished reading yours, and...
...sshoe, YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF!!
My first pass finds humor on so many levels...
*love* the Linden and Jeremiah mom-and-kid back-and-forths... that is SO clichéd!
And then Covenant's dialog... I wanted to die laughing.
And "imprisoned forever in the moment of their impending triumph"? Genius!sshoe wrote:"Shh, shh." Covenant whispered to her. "It's going to be all right. You just have to hold on to hope and believe that things will turn out well. Something always intervenes in the end. Why, I-"
...Resembles the poetic justice in the ending to another SRD series, too.
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Well done, Shoe! I laughed through the entire thing, from Kindwind's constant stepping on Linden to the idea of the new Land being created inside the Worm. Just brilliant!Gradually, the space around them began to lighten. A soggy sun, still flickering from its recent dunking in the digestive fluids of the Worm(*), revealed a marshy landscape where, here and there, vibrant tree shoots poked out of the muck.
And these delightfully cheesy puns. (Moreover glad that my silly cartoon thread helped.)Also well done Linna!"Stone and Sea!" Stonemage exclaimed.
"More like muck and grime." Halewhole Bluntfist replied.
You'll be in for a surprise, however, when you finish AATE. There's a character called Frostheart Grueburn in the LCs. Grue can mean either 'gore' or 'a shiver of fear', so I have two theories for that name, each as valid as the other, I guess. Something like 'yearning for gore' or 'yearning to see [enemies] trembling in fear'.Also, is there a conversation about the color grue, or about a grue going on somewhere on the Watch?
the search function isn't working for me right now...
(Did you know linna means castle in Finnish?)
New deadline: 9.12. So, put those keyboards smokin'!
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Oh, I forgot to mention one of my impressions of shoe's work, as someone who's only read the beginning of RoTE.
It was, "Ok, what's this thing Linden is with? ..Oh, it's possibly a giant.
Ahh, there's two of them...
And another giant...
Okay, she's travelling with four giants.
Wow, there's another giant name... the giants just keep a-coming."
(I thought shoe was making up giant characters to satisfy his audience, you see!)
One comes up in philosophy classes, and one comes up in a text-based computer game.
So both are... very nerdy!
SRD's wordsmithing is brilliant, as always.
Good theories... I like that he leaves the ambiguity there... a lot of his stuff can mean multiple meanings all at once.
The only Scandinavian language I know a few sentences in is Swedish.
I was actually thinking that there might be some languages where my story would be unambiguous about which "she" I was talking about.
Was hoping Finnish was not one of those, but figured you were reading it in English in any case...
It was, "Ok, what's this thing Linden is with? ..Oh, it's possibly a giant.
Ahh, there's two of them...
And another giant...
Okay, she's travelling with four giants.
Wow, there's another giant name... the giants just keep a-coming."
(I thought shoe was making up giant characters to satisfy his audience, you see!)
Ah!! There's two very modern usages of the word "grue."Frostheart wrote:There's a character called Frostheart Grueburn in the LCs. Grue can mean either 'gore' or 'a shiver of fear', so I have two theories for that name, each as valid as the other, I guess. Something like 'yearning for gore' or 'yearning to see [enemies] trembling in fear'.
One comes up in philosophy classes, and one comes up in a text-based computer game.
So both are... very nerdy!
SRD's wordsmithing is brilliant, as always.
Good theories... I like that he leaves the ambiguity there... a lot of his stuff can mean multiple meanings all at once.
Had no idea! I rather like that thought.(Did you know linna means castle in Finnish?)
The only Scandinavian language I know a few sentences in is Swedish.
I was actually thinking that there might be some languages where my story would be unambiguous about which "she" I was talking about.
Was hoping Finnish was not one of those, but figured you were reading it in English in any case...
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Thank you Linna, Frostheart
Oops. I don't think I ever read her name correctly before now when I read the books. Sorry I misspelt your namesake. I always imagined her name to mean that she was the child of two ship cooks, like the ones in The One Tree, that grew up near their pot of grue(l). Or that she really liked that stuff.
Checking the word... According to online The Free Dictionary grue is:
lol. That is so funny. Hope you'll get to read it soon.
There's a character called Frostheart Grueburn in the LCs. Grue can mean either 'gore' or 'a shiver of fear', so I have two theories for that name, each as valid as the other, I guess. Something like 'yearning for gore' or 'yearning to see [enemies] trembling in fear'.
Oops. I don't think I ever read her name correctly before now when I read the books. Sorry I misspelt your namesake. I always imagined her name to mean that she was the child of two ship cooks, like the ones in The One Tree, that grew up near their pot of grue(l). Or that she really liked that stuff.Checking the word... According to online The Free Dictionary grue is:
No mention of gore.grue [gruː] Scot
n
a shiver or shudder; a creeping of the flesh
vb (intr)
1. to shiver or shudder
2. to feel strong aversion
[of Scandinavian origin; compare Old Swedish grua, Old Danish grue; related to German graven, Dutch gruwen to abhor]
Oh, I forgot to mention one of my impressions of shoe's work, as someone who's only read the beginning of RoTE.
It was, "Ok, what's this thing Linden is with? ..Oh, it's possibly a giant.
Ahh, there's two of them...
And another giant...
Okay, she's travelling with four giants.
Wow, there's another giant name... the giants just keep a-coming."
(I thought shoe was making up giant characters to satisfy his audience, you see!)
lol. That is so funny. Hope you'll get to read it soon.-
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Maybe the other one's not the English word!shadowbinding shoe wrote:[of Scandinavian origin; compare Old Swedish grua, Old Danish grue; related to German graven, Dutch gruwen to abhor]
sshoe wrote:lol. That is so funny. Hope you'll get to read it soon.
"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
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Linna: Go here to understand some of Shoe's context. It's the moronic cartoon I was talking about, but it really shouldn't spoil you more than Shoe's badfic already did, if you refrain from reading the rest of the discussion in the thread.
:lol:
I dug out gore from Wiktionary.
I always imagined her name to mean that she was the child of two ship cooks, like the ones in The One Tree, that grew up near their pot of grue(l). Or that she really liked that stuff.
:lol:I dug out gore from Wiktionary.
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Etymology 2
Back-formation from gruesome.
Noun
grue (uncountable)
Any byproduct of a gruesome event, i.e. gore, viscera, entrails, blood and guts.
The butcher was covered in the accumulated grue of a hard day's work
There was grue everywhere after the accident SRD's books have no Finnish translations. (And in Finnish there's no distinction between he/she...only the gender-neutral 'hän'.)I was actually thinking that there might be some languages where my story would be unambiguous about which "she" I was talking about.
Was hoping Finnish was not one of those, but figured you were reading it in English in any case...
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Frostheart- btw, I read it.
Quite spoilerific actually.
Finding the picture of Jeremiah and "mom" in the center hilarious.
Have you thought of keeping a link to that thread in your signature?
Some might be MORE likely to click on "TLD character lineup - rendered as a cartoon!" (or something) than "my Covenant fan art and writings."
Quite spoilerific actually.
Finding the picture of Jeremiah and "mom" in the center hilarious.
Have you thought of keeping a link to that thread in your signature?
Some might be MORE likely to click on "TLD character lineup - rendered as a cartoon!" (or something) than "my Covenant fan art and writings."
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Err the same picture is posted to the main toon thread, the one with Roger & the colored background. 
Doesn't it load for people, because I tried from two different IP's and works fine for me? Thanks, tho, and also the reason why I can't change any character places is mentioned in the thread.
(Would be nice if I were told about linkage/loading issues, otherwise can't fix them.)
Back to the thread topic.
Where's everyone else? Deadline clock ticks and the Last Dark falls! *bells and whistles and asdafasdaf*
Doesn't it load for people, because I tried from two different IP's and works fine for me? Thanks, tho, and also the reason why I can't change any character places is mentioned in the thread. (Would be nice if I were told about linkage/loading issues, otherwise can't fix them.)
Sorry, I doubt it would work (tho, I may fix the sig anyway, I'm kinda tired of the quotes). I've done the completely-against-cultural-values-bells-and-whistles-hey-hey-look-at-this-waah-asdafasdaf here several times, but all kinds of creative works are, as a default, under-appreciated. I've heard the "I don't look"/"I don't read"/"I don't answer" explanations quite a few times now.Have you thought of keeping a link to that thread in your signature?
Some might be MORE likely to click on "TLD character lineup - rendered as a cartoon!" (or something) than "my Covenant fan art and writings."
Back to the thread topic.
Where's everyone else? Deadline clock ticks and the Last Dark falls! *bells and whistles and asdafasdaf*
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No, it works, I just didn't know you updated the picture in the threadFrostheart wrote:Err the same picture is posted to the main toon thread, the one with Roger & the colored background.
(Would be nice if I were told about linkage/loading issues, otherwise can't fix them.)
(you did link me to the texted old version...)