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Warden posted:And it was utterly awesome. yeah seriously i think the most memorable moment of the whole HH for me was Horuses slow realization that big E isnt even talking to him and he is not even worthy of notice in that scene
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Lostconfused posted:Half way through Descent of Angels and it was honestly more when it was a simple heroes journey with some mysticism but then the space marines had to show up eventually. I remember way back on Caliban when I read that and people were talking here about how it was quite repetitive on Caliban. I was actually surprised on Caliban when it turned out to say "on Caliban" on a distressing number of pages. Or maybe that was the sequel book, I'm honestly unsure it's been so many years e: On Caliban FoulWeatherFriend fucked around with this message at 20:33 on May 23, 2024 |
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When are we getting more Fehervari stuff. When. I need, medically, to find out what the gently caress is going on with the angels resplendent or I might die
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Since I don't think enough people have read Rhuairidh James' novella Da Gobbo Rides Again, possibly due to the fact that nobody can spell his name, I want to give a couple of little samples of it. You all should read this. quote:Vakka, a painboy to the last, didn’t waste the chance to make the most of a really horrible injury. Like a schola-demonstrator leading an amputation, he’d guided Stimma’s meaty hand to each of his organs, explaining what they did, how they worked. quote:‘Wot’s yer name, snot?’ said Stimma. The writing is brilliant. I'm really hoping he gets to tackle a full-length novel, or at least more short stuff.
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Kylaer posted:
Lmao
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Biplane posted:When are we getting more Fehervari stuff. When. I need, medically, to find out what the gently caress is going on with the angels resplendent or I might die Fehervari seems like the type of guy who would have writing ambitions outside of licensed fiction, maybe he's got his own stuff in a drawer somewhere and he's been busy trying to get the ball rolling on that
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Your father's hand brushes against your face, too weak to be a blow, merely a touch. He is battered nigh unto ruin, no longer worthy of the term adversary, and you think he is merely a tottering half-step from being consigned to history. Until you feel his knuckles pinch on both sides of your nose and pull. And now he speaks, not past you, but for the first time in years, to you. "Got your nose, lol." There is a shadow of his old warmth and mirth in those words, the faded echo of better days. The memories it evokes clash with the rising horror you feel as you see a lump of something flesh-colored clenched between his battered knuckles, held too close to your eyes for you to focus on it clearly. You scrabble in panic at your face, thinking this must be another of his lies, but the Talon is too vast and clumsy an instrument and the touch of its enormous claws give you no enlightenment. As he steps back, you realize that your father has, in the end, spoken the truth. He has stolen your nose.
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it’s not your nose, it’s how he steals it
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DAD LOST MY IPOD posted:it’s not your nose, it’s how he steals it
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The years start here, with the ruin of your face and the fog of confusion overwhelming your senses. They start with the melding of fiction and reality. Your nose exists in two places at once, two places overlapping in a jumble of memories and ruined architecture. "Sejanus," you say, "Bring the Mournival together, I must present my plan to retake my nose." But Sejanus is not here, and neither is Mersadie, and neither is your nose.
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DAD LOST MY IPOD posted:it’s not your nose, it’s how he steals it
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DAD LOST MY IPOD posted:it’s not your nose, it’s how he steals it
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Black Griffon posted:The years start here, with the ruin of your face and the fog of confusion overwhelming your senses. They start with the melding of fiction and reality. Your nose exists in two places at once, two places overlapping in a jumble of memories and ruined architecture. okay god damnit lol
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DAD LOST MY IPOD posted:it’s not your nose, it’s how he steals it Black Griffon posted:
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Kylaer posted:Your father's hand brushes against your face, too weak to be a blow, merely a touch. He is battered nigh unto ruin, no longer worthy of the term adversary, and you think he is merely a tottering half-step from being consigned to history. Until you feel his knuckles pinch on both sides of your nose and pull. DAD LOST MY IPOD posted:it’s not your nose, it’s how he steals it Black Griffon posted:The years start here, with the ruin of your face and the fog of confusion overwhelming your senses. They start with the melding of fiction and reality. Your nose exists in two places at once, two places overlapping in a jumble of memories and ruined architecture. Excellent
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