Will power

“I just don’t know what to do, guys, and I realize you just–*hiccip*–just came here for lunch, but when I saw you–” Jenny started full on sobbing at that moment. She raised her hands to cover her face, hunching her shoulders as she released all of her pent up frustrations on her visiting friends.

Will looked to Horace with a question in his eyes. The knight shrugged, and motioned noiselessly to Jenny. Agreeing silently, Will moved forward, and wrapped his arms around his friend. Horace, not too far behind, wrapped his arms around both.

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at 2 am, when their minds are officially not working, the stranger things theme comes on. Will sees it and just says “‘Stranger things’?? Don’t you mean…“ Then he whips his head around at Horace and is all like “rANGER THINGS” and falls off of the couch

Today the Department of Beguiling Book Art is catching up with the latest topographical book sculptures created by Montreal-based artist Guy Laramée (previously featured here). Laramée’s ability to carve detailed ice caves, mountains, and valleys out of reclaimed books grows ever more impressive.

“One of his favorite mediums are bound stacks of old dictionaries and encyclopedias which he carves using a method of sandblasting to which he later applies oil paints, inks, pigments and dry pastels, crayon, adhesives, and beeswax. When photographed up close the works appear almost realistic, as if the viewer is looking at aerial or satellite topographies of Earth.”

Visit the JHB Gallery to check out more of Guy Laramée’s beautifully carved books.

A lil boar chasing indeed!

I opened my eyes to see the Attolian already sitting up, wrapped in a blanket. I began to unroll my own.

“Kamet,” said the Attolian in a low voice, “I am sorry. I hope you will forgive me.”

 I looked up at him, speechless. How many times had he apologized to me already?

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I’d paid little attention, assuming his apologies were the result of habit, not intent. How many times does a slave hear the word “sorry” made meaningless? “I’m sorry, Kamet, but you must fetch another scroll, bottle of wine, set of linen, robe from the tailor. Kamet, I am sorry, but the accounts must be completed by morning. I’m so sorry, but there’s no bed for you. Sorry, Kamet, there’s nothing left for your dinner.” How many times as I had bowed my head and said, “Yes, master, of course, of course.”