Fantasy Fluff Can Be Good Stuff

Fortune's Fool (Five Hundred Kingdoms, #3)Fortune’s Fool by Mercedes Lackey

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

It’s cute, fantasy-romance fluff.

I like the way the author combines folk and fairy tales together in her fantasy world, and how there’s always a twist on the familiar stories.

I noticed a few typos which always bothers me in non-indie printed format. There’s no real excuse for that.

I’m weird about my fantasy. I have some friends who absolutely love the heavy epic type of fantasy, and I just cannot do that. I am always weary of the author spending too much time on world-building and descriptions that he/she slacks on the character-building and plot.

Another thing that will kill a book quickly for me is when the author has taken themselves too seriously and expects too much suspended disbelief out of the reader. For example: You keep having the old “deus ex machina” pop up and don’t even acknowledge the cop out trope with a joke or something, and we’re gone have a problem, specifically a book-tossing problem.

I guess that’s what I like about this series. She doesn’t get too serious. For what it is, it’s good.

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Let’s all agree to just ignore that part

 

My handwritten html for the Webmaking 101 challenge (right here):

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Is my handwriting awesomely bad or what?

Pay no mind to the fact that I forgot to leave a line open between the closing paragraph tag and the closing body tag, okay?

 

Okay.

 

It took me 4 tries to get it all straight in my memory and by that time my hand was cramping, so I decided, “Screw it!”

 

Intro? No, no!

 

I will be attempting the Webmaking 101 Challenges (https://p2pu.org/en/groups/webmaking-101-introduce-yourself/content/write-a-magnificent-blog-post/) because I want to increase/refresh/update my HTML and CSS knowledge.

 

Interesting facts about yours truly:

 

1. I love horror movies and books but I can’t play horror games, because I get too into it and then become absolutely terrified and have to either not-sleep in my bed or not-sleep at the foot of someone else’s. I won’t even be able to go the bathroom by myself.

2. I just started learning how to code very recently.

3. I have memorized several poems for no other reason than that I like them, but I can’t usually recall them at will. They just randomly pop into my head.

4. I have anxiety and thus – massive stage fright, but it doesn’t really kick in until after I am off stage. The shakes I get afterwards are crazy. Even so, I had a role as the lead of the children’s chorus (plus an extra in other dancing scenes) in the play “Evita” at the community theater.

 

There ya go; that’s all I’ve got.

experimental

 

there’s a crack 
in the ceiling;
sometimes i 
watch words
                         p,
go floating u
vacuumed into 
a new existence.

shadows come 
slinking d
                     own,
the walls 
painting sadder scenes
than yesterday, 
every day
a different mural.

you are not 
around
and there’s a

crack


in the ceiling.

In Case of Emergency

 

 

 

I love too carefully,
want to wear your warmth
that settles shaking 
bones, somehow.

How do your hands know 
when I’m lonely?

I touch you like
I’m terrified:
your eyes, a fragile sky 
too frightening
to float into; 

chain myself
to steady earth,
dig stubborn toes in dirt - 
remind myself
to collect comfort,
hoard it for future 
hard-to-breathe miseries;

reach for reasons,
like: you won’t always
be around.

You don’t even notice, 
do you?

That I’m planning 
the escape route.