pizza wasn’t invented until the late 19th century so that means everyone in les mis died before they could try their first pizza and that’s why les mis is such an upsetting story
if it’s any consolation, the part of Vergil’s Aeneid where they’re eating food on flatbread and thus “eating their tables” suggests that many precursors to pizza may have existed even prior to the late 19th century, so Les Amis may at least have been able to enjoy proto-pizza. I mean Grantaire would probably know where in Paris to find some.
imagine HP!AU Feuilly walking into the library at Hogwarts for the first time and he hasn’t ever even imagined so many books and he just wants to live there, eat and drink the precious words, breathe the dust on the pages and soak the knowledge into his blood
when he first asks whether he can take a book back to his room with him, the librarian gives him a funny look. on hearing that he can, his eyes open almost as wide as they did when he first saw the library and he signs one out reverently, just one, and leaves clutching it to his chest.
he brings it back the next day and checks out a whole stack.
still, his favorite place to read is in the library, because he almost feels that the books are sinking into him simply by their closeness. it’s a magic library, after all, so maybe they can.
As fans of High/Epic Fantasy know, there are some series, trilogies, and even one-offs that, once you’ve read them, become a part of you. Whether it’s through vicarious visitation of nostalgic moments or just the practice of slipping into a cozy, well-worn and familiar book, our favorites often become favorites via repetition. Having read so many swords-n-sorcery type novels in my extreme youth, I really thought that that part was done. After all, the magic comes from that tiny part of you that can sometimes believe that somehow, somewhere, it is, was, or will be real. And that’s the pull of speculative fiction.
Although I came across many books later in my adulthood, none managed to worm their way into my calcified inner sanctum of truly suspended disbelief until The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms, The Broken Kingdoms, and The Kingdom of Gods. If it was Robert Jordan’s massive Wheel of Time that helped ameliorate the ridiculousness of puberty and attendant navigation of arbitrary social mores; if it was Mercedes Lackey’s Last Herald-Mage and Oathbreakers Trilogies that shoehorned some adolescent priorities into place; if it was Robin McKinley’s Sunshine that finally allowed the casting-off of the nihilism and self-destructive tendencies of early adulthood, then The Inheritance Trilogy was there to ground and cement that place where inarguable adulthood has arrived, and you must finally admit to yourself that no revelation of surety and security is forthcoming.
In other words, The Inheritance Trilogy comes at the point in your life when you must realize that maturity is merely immaturity elevated to a dangerous and terrifying form of performance art. When you discover that some children are merely children, and other children are Gods.
Some tales become the teller, and others become the listener. Some conjure gentle hooks into your soul and spin themselves from threads of aether, and reveal an image of yourself that is horrific, beautiful, and familiar, and leaves you questioning whether it is a true vision or merely a funhouse mirror that mocks your hopes and insecurities with equal solemnity.
Yeine Darr is an outcast from the barbarian north. But when her mother dies under mysterious circumstances, she is summoned to the majestic city of Sky, seat of the ruling Arameri family. There, to her shock, Yeine is named an heiress to the king. But the throne of the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms is not easily won, and Yeine is thrust into a vicious power struggle with a pair of cousins she never knew she had. As she fights for her life, she draws ever closer to the secrets of her mother’s death and her family’s bloody history.
In the city of Shadow, beneath the World Tree, alleyways shimmer with magic and godlings live hidden among mortalkind. Oree Shoth, a blind artist, takes in a strange homeless man on an impulse. This act of kindness engulfs Oree in a nightmarish conspiracy. Someone, somehow, is murdering godlings, leaving their desecrated bodies all over the city. And Oree’s guest is at the heart of it…
For two thousand years the Arameri family has ruled the world by enslaving the very gods that created mortalkind. Now the gods are free, and the Arameri’s ruthless grip is slipping. Yet they are all that stands between peace and world-spanning, unending war. Shahar, last scion of the family, must choose her loyalties. She yearns to trust Sieh, the godling she loves. Yet her duty as Arameri heir is to uphold the family’s interests, even if that means using and destroying everyone she cares for. As long-suppressed rage and terrible new magics consume the world, the Maelstrom — which even gods fear — is summoned forth. Shahar and Sieh: mortal and god, lovers and enemies. Can they stand together against the chaos that threatens THE KINGDOM OF GODS?
combed through google books and gallica to find all the people who used “jean prouvaire” as a pseudonym in the 19th/20th century. i may make a whole post on this someday, but in the interim, here are the two the best things i found:
several recently published books about the impressionists quote the reviews of art critic “jean prouvaire” without any seeming awareness that this is probably not the author’s real name.
there’s a parisian journal published in 1871 (aka during the commune) in which both victor hugo and “jean prouvaire” contributed essays.
This is remarkable! Especially since I recall you went without sleep LAST night too and this is like, SO MANY more ordered than I am with a full night’s sleep, wow. Thank you!
Read the tracklist [contains running time information and links to the written fics]
[I’m waiting for the files to be archived at the Jinjurly podfic archive - I’ll update this post with a link once that’s happened]
If you didn’t get a chance to do the anthology but would like to podfic in the future, submit your podfic here - or tag us brickpodfic and we’ll reblog you. Some people have mentioned doing a second anthology, but I (frauleindrosselmeyer) can’t run that myself any time soon - if you fancy organising it yourself, get in touch and I’ll pass on my wisdom XD
Guys, it’s amazing, be proud. I am DELIGHTED. Y’all are AWESOME.
WOW, what a heck of a project! Way to go, everyone!
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