And, yes, I know no one noticed since I don't do much here.
BUT! This book was intense!
The suspense had me on edge and then this popped up:
"If someone's going to die every night anyway, we might as well use it to our advantage."
Newt frowned. "Well, ain't that just cheery."
I laughed out loud. Broke the tension just enough.
I want a raven (hubby said no, the boy said yes!) so I can name it Quoth which got me a nice eye roll from the boy. LOL
“The war was going badly for the weaker side. Their positioning was wrong, their tactics ragged, their strategy hopeless. The Red army advanced across the whole front, dismembering the remnant of the collapsing Black army.
There was room for only ONE anthill on this lawn...”
And, it's War overseeing a battle between anthills.
That one caught me by surprise. Sigh
A little farther along:
The Death of rats just got sucked into some weird time hole thingy. I think. And Quoth the raven just sits there preening himself saying I told you so. LOL
I'm not a huge fan of ghost stories or haunted houses, but this was intense in a slow burn sort of way. Keeping you on edge the whole time without letting you realize you're really scared.
I was finishing it last night, all the action was over, we're into the wrap up and the boy comes into the room and asks me if I want to watch a movie. I screamed and jumped so hard if my chair hadn't had arms I would have fallen. He says I read to many horror stories. I told him there's no such thing.
Thanks to Char for coming across this one.
I'm taking a much needed break from the Discworld marathon read.
Yesterday I came across some texted messages between the author and her mother that had me in tears.
She has an Instagram with more but I haven't been out there yet.
When one of the texts mentioned she was an author, I looked her up, and lo and behold yes there was.
Not really wanting to spend $10 on less than 300 pages in a genre I don't normally read, I checked my library. And yes, they had it for immediate download. Yay!
It has been highly entertaining and I'm finding myself thankful that my own mother had a more hands off approach.
Rincewind, Cohen, and the Luggage are back! YAY!
Discussion amongst old (one's in a wheelchair) marauding barbarians who are a bit too old to be marauding anymore, about what happens if they get caught while breaking into the Forbidden City and are sentenced to being hung, drawn, and quartered:
" I believe it's a punishment similar to hanging, drawing and quartering...."
"How are you drawn then?"
"I think your innards are cut out and shown to you."
"I don't really know. To see if you recognize them, I suppose."
"What...like, 'Yep, that's my kidney, yep, that's my breakfast'?"
Couple paragraphs later:
"How are you hung?"
MacBeth sprinkled with all the fairy godmothers and evil witches from your favorite fairy tales.
The three witches disapproved of Cinderellas fairy godmother creating a coach from a pumpkin (who wants to go a ball smelling like a pie?) and glass slippers (dangerous, those are).
I think this is my favorite so far in this series.
Claiming: Cause of death: Killing curse
Something thought provoking:
"There was something here, he thought, that nearly belonged to the gods. Humans had built a world inside a world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflects the landscape. And yet...and yet...
Inside this little world they had taken pains to put all the things you might think they want to escape from - hatred, fear, tyranny, and so forth. Death was intrigued. They thought they wanted to be taken out of themselves, and every art humans dreamt up took them further in."
I sat and considered this for a bit and realized it's fairly true.
Then the idiot mad duke ruins the mood and confuses Death and I giggled like an idiot myself:
"I assure you, you are not dead. Take it from me.
The duke giggled. He had found a sheet from somewhere and had draped it over himself, and was sliding along some of the castle's more deserted corridors. Sometimes he would go "whoo-oo" in a low voice.
This worried Death. He was used to people claiming that they were NOT dead, because death always came as a shock, and a lot of people had some trouble getting over it. But people claiming they WERE dead with every breath in their body was a new and unsettling experience.
"I shall jump out on people," said the duke dreamily. "I shall rattle my bones all night, I shall perch on the roof and foretell a death in the house --"
" I shall if I want said the duke with a trace of earlier determination. " And I shall float through walls, and knock on tables, and drip ectoplasm on anyone I don't like. Ha. Ha."
There's a magic war going on, and Death, War, Pestilence, and Famine stopped off at a tavern on their way.
The horses of War, Pestilence, and Famine were stolen.
They want to hitch a ride with Death and he told them no.
"It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it," said War testily, "the One Horseman and the Three Pedestrians of the Apocralypse."
The Three Pedestrians