FY Kushiel's Legacy

“He is the wiser half of my sundered soul”

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Phedre no Delaunay: "she should be at the club" energy, despite the fact that she loves the club, goes to the club often, in fact she's memorialized in a displayed photograph referring to that one Christmas Eve incident. All that, and yet, she should be at the club even more.

Joy to you on the Longest Night!

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (7/25) ↳ dr. seuss’ how the grinch stole christmas! (1966)

Joy to you on the Longest Night!

“Imriel!” Heedless of the protocol of adults, Alais, the younger, launched herself at me with a shout of delight. “Welcome back! I missed you!” I caught her, staggering a bit under her weight, and tried to fend off her kisses. Slight though she was, at ten years of age, her exuberance carried an impact. “Hello, Alais.” “Did you bring me a puppy?” she demanded. “You promised you would, from the spring’s litter in Montrève.” “I forgot,” I said honestly. “But I wasn’t expecting to be here so soon.” “Oh.” Her violet eyes, like unto the Queen’s, darkened. It was her only resemblance to Ysandre. For the rest, she looked purely Cruithne, like her father. “Of course. I’m sorry, that was thoughtless.” “That’s all right,” I said. “I’ll remember, next time.”

What does it mean to be good? When I was a child, I thought I knew. It was easy then. I knew nothing of my birth or my heritage. My childhood was spent in the Sanctuary of Elua, where I was a ward. My days were spent in work like play: scrambling the mountainsides and tending goats with the other children of the Sanctuary, climbing trees and swimming in the swift stream while our charges grazed. I was steeped in the precept of Blessed Elua: Love as thou wilt. And I did. I loved without reserve, freely and easily—my playmates, the priests and priestesses of the Sanctuary, the goats I tended, the earth beneath my feet and the sky above my head. I am a D’Angeline; I loved Terre d’Ange, the country of my birth. With all my heart, I loved our gods, Elua and his Companions, and I knew myself loved in return. I was happy. I never thought to be anything else. When I was ten years old, everything changed. I was stolen by Carthaginian slave-traders and sent on a journey into hell. And I thought I’d die there, but I didn’t. I was rescued. I was brought out of damnation into safety. And everything changed again. In a distant fortress on the far verges of Khebbel-im-Akkad, the D’Angeline Queen’s delegate bowed his head and greeted me as Imriel de la Courcel, Prince of the Blood. All that I knew of myself was a lie.

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Joy to you on the Longest Night!

Another fanmix of music for the Midwinter Masque, for dancing, drinking glasses of joie, waiting for the Sun Prince to transform the Winter Queen, & celebrating the return of the sun.

i don't actually think im done with this but it's been the thing I've been working on idly for months... so here it is. these books are bonkers and idk if i recommend them... but i read all nine, so do with that what you will.

Another fanmix of music for the Midwinter Masque, for dancing, drinking glasses of joie, waiting for the Sun Prince to transform the Winter Queen, & celebrating the return of the sun.

Joy to you on the Longest Night!

my version of  Phèdre’s marque (full-back tattoo) from the Kushiel books by Jacqueline Carey. fully vectorized redraw of something from over a decade ago. lemme know if y’all want the svg!

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