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"You have a callsign already?”
“Red Banshee,” I say.
“It’s rude to start a friendship with lies,” he replies. “What is it really? You can be honest with me.”
I grimace. “Truffle Pig.”
“Oh dear.” A smile creeps across his face. “You really shouldn’t have told me that.”
--Light Bringer, Red Rising
Art in collaboration with Gemini AI.
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Red Rising. Post saga. My vision of rebuilding Io and the Garter. Diomedes, Aurae, and their daughter. Peace. Children of all colors.
I needed this to heal my heart after Light Bringer.
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AMONGST A HOST OF MOON LORDS on a frozen sulfur dune, Romulus says farewell to his children. Only Raa are in attendance. I do not know why I have been invited. Wearing a kryll and a scorosuit, I watch from the end of their ranks as he bends to press his forehead against young Paleron’s. The child weeps for his father. The tears freeze on his cheeks.
Romulus stands before Marius. The two men press their foreheads together stoically.
“Forgive your mother. Honor me and serve the Rim,” Romulus says.
“As you wish, Father.”
Marius watches icily as his father moves on to Diomedes. The warrior looks down at his father like a giant child, hoping beyond all hope for the man to perform some miracle and make this all a dream.
“I am sorry, Father,” he says, a huge sob stuck in his chest. His father lays a firm hand on his shoulder. “I have failed you.”
“No. I should never have involved you in this. But what luck I have to call a man like you my son. It is an honor you cannot understand. One day you will have children and if you have just one who is as dear as you are to me, you will understand how blessed my life has been. Stay true to your own heart, no matter the cost.”
--Iron Gold, Pierce Brown
Art in collaboration with Gemini AI
There’s a reverent silence when a Peerless Scarred in his mid-twenties with shoulder-length white-gold hair streaked black marches into the hangar wearing the kit of a fighter pilot. Gloomy, narrow eyes brood within a pale, beardless face that bears the vestiges of beauty underneath a depository of brutality... ...The force of him is so raw, so true and uncalculating, that he seems as pure as a natural element. Undimmed by compromise, untamed by society. He makes me feel trapped, impure, and suddenly so small as I realize men like him can exist. The old woman stands before him as if facing down a thunderhead.
“Diomedes,” she says.
“Venator Pandora, where is she?” His low voice is a product of hardship, but it is the name that shakes me from the spell he’s cast. Pandora. I thought she was a Rim myth. Their greatest assassin. The Ghost of Ilium, withered and aged, but breathing still.
“On the ship. The medics are bringing her out,” Pandora rasps.
Diomedes storms past her up the ramp just as the Yellows bring the Gold girl out on a gurney. They stop as he approaches.
“Little Hawk,” he says tenderly. He kisses the girl’s face and pushes his forehead to hers, nearly weeping. “Little Hawk. I thought you were for the dust.”
“Diomedes,” she says in a low voice, barely audible from my place on the deck. Nearly delirious from the morphone, she reaches up to caress his face as I strain to see it better. “My joy. What…how are you here?”
“Where else would I be?” He smiles slowly. “When a sister is lost, a brother seeks. Father sent me, Seraphina.”
--Iron Gold, Pierce Brown
Art is a collaboration with Gemini AI.
“Is Diomedes here?” I ask.
“Looking at flowers and not picking them, as usual.” Her companions almost smile. I look up at the Pink acrobats. “No. The actual flowers. You know, Lysander, I like Horatia here, but the only reason we are talking like this is because of my son. He’s your champion, in private at least.” I frown. Could have fooled me. “Don’t abuse him, please. He’s far more gentle than he appears.”
I'm this Gemini rendition I wanted to show Diomedes in a rare moment of peace. The Storm Knight touching a rare haemantus flour in the Grater on Io. Pre- Solar War.
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Light Bringer grief. His honor remains 💔
I'm not an artist. But I finished Light Bringer and I'm not ok. After a lot of discussion with Gemini, and with Gemini's masterful hand, some scenes that I felt deeply came to life.
Rand: "I'll just sit here and watch the procession."
The Wheel: "Sorry about this, lad. Ouch, that MUST have hurt. But hey, ain't SHE gorgeous?"
The Pattern: *rolls eyes and bends another thread* (to the Wheel): "You ARE bored."
The Wheel: *pops a handful of popcorn into its mouth*
Illianer poetry. Fortune prick me, but sometimes they do!
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One of these days, someone ought to do a statistic on how many disasters could have been averted if people just STOPPED INTERRUPTING LOIAL!!!
Rand: "I have an idea!"
Loial: "Rand-"
Rand: "No, listen, this is what we'll do..."
Loial: "But Rand-"
Rand: *does his thing, inescapably getting his cute ass in a buttload of trouble*
Loial (catching up and panting): "I was trying to tell you..."
If this doesn't sum up half The Great Hunt, I don't know what does.
Mat: "I ain't going to sleep next to you, Rand. There was this dude who could channel and one day he went to sleep only to wake up in the morning and discover he'd had his entire village wiped out."
...
...literally 5 minutes later
...
Rand: *goes to sleep next to a portal stone with Hurin and Loial. Wakes up with the both of them in a parallel universe."
You know Rand has gone terribly wrong when he hears about Lan taking a Borderlander army to the Blight and not only thinks that it may be a good thing if he’s killed because it will distract the Shadowspawn but tells Nynaeve this to her face
The Eye of the World be like
Rand: "I want to be king!"
Mat: "I love battles!"
Thom: "I try to stay away from Aes Sedai."
The Wheel: *makes footnotes*
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Post-canon fic ideas
Tam al'Thor and Abell Cauthon have decided to open annual summer camps in the Two Rivers for kids of all ages from all over Randland.
Go!
