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A young man named Jack the Beanstalk left the Forest, once, and he never truly came home.
Beanstalk, by E. Jade Lomax
The Fires of Nightmarket
“Sez was a legend, a hearthside story. A purple-haired woman who knew everything. Sez turned up where she shouldn’t be. Whisper a problem to her and it would disappear”
- Remember the Dust, chapter 28: When Sez met Sally-Anne
Sez from the Leagues and Legends trilogy, written by @ink-splotch
(go read them, they’re incredible and also free if you read the digital versions)
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“But it was not Sez’s rainstorm, not the moment a woman stepped out of the crowd and offered to open an umbrella over Sez’s sopping head. It was what got them there, what grew Sally-Anne into the kind of person who would sink her feet into the gloppy mud to offer someone else a shield against the weather. It was what had grown Sez into the kind of woman who grinned back and said she’d finish her set, thank you very much.”
-Remember the Dust Chapter 28: “When Sez Met Sally-Anne” by E. Jade Lomax
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hii sola !! i hope ur week is getting off to a good start <3 can i ask what ur url means / references :0??
yeah!! sez ruedotter is a character in e. jade lomax's leagues and legends series! she's a juggler/information broker/de facto authority figure in one of the main series in the setting and i love her dearly (and so does her gf sally-anne)

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Not a prompt, but if you're looking for distraction... Most of the relationships in your fic and L&L series are friendships, which I love, please don't misunderstand... but I was curious about if you do it on purpose (platonic relationships being often undervalued), are following in a sort of fantasy tradition (Tolkien-ish, with romance understated, sex swept under the carpet), or if you'd ever consider writing something centered around a couple/have any ideas for stories about people in love.
Is it a fantasy tradition? I felt like Tolkien had multiple romances, he was just bad at writing women so all the really compelling believable relationships were the platonic male-male friendships and so those are the ones we recall.
Hm… I purposefully didn’t give the protagonists of the Beanstalk books any end-game romances– though I do think several of them have romantic connections, or could grow to have them. But I did want to play with that YA tendency to make the start of a romance the chronological end of the adventure– part of the triumph, you know? A perfectly timed part of the triumph, specifically. And one of the ways to play with that would have been to have no romances, but I think what I mostly did was include romances that didn’t fit the ‘traditional’ timing.
For instance, Sez and Sally-Anne are basically old-marrieds by the time we come around, warm and casual and invested in their lives’ works.
George and Jack are a romantic love that never happened– they both toyed with it, in their own private wonderings, but tragedy and turmoil got in the way (if CERTAIN PEOPLE had just STAYED ALIVE, their story might have gone different). We meet up with them after the end, and watch them build a friendship out of the pieces of the people they’ve become apart from each other.
Rupert and Laney are building something, and whether or not it’s romantic is certainly up to the reader (I consider my “headcanons” to only be headcanons unless I write them down in the books). But they’ve got good groundwork, trust and respect, and they are growing slowly but surely into each other’s lives. Laney would have burned down so much to find him, and Rupert never doubted that.
George and Jill are an eleventh hour romance– sort of. They’ve barely begun to know each other, and Jill’s a latecomer to the story in Remember the Dust. But one of the things that made them nontraditional and interesting to me was… they’re both grown, moreso than the other major characters. They’ve both seen shit, lost their battles, and survived their wars– and it’s different stories that they lived through. George is a grizzled old action hero at twenty-seven, with notches on her spear and aching old wounds. Jill’s the veteran of an espionage novel, healing from years of tearing out bits of her heart and life to save other people’s, smiling all the while. Their scars are different but unarguably present. They’re also, peculiarly among this cast of young people finding their way, so entirely certain of who they are, the choices they’ve made, their own worth, and what costs they are willing to pay.
Red and Leaf are definitely the closest to your classic YA romance– three books of pining, and a kiss after the last battle. They’re good kids and they’re gonna be alright.
So, I feel like I don’t lack romance– it just doesn’t ebb and flow with the plot currents the way it’s sort of supposed to. I also put a lot of weight and worth into platonic and familial and other intimate relationships in my writing (Rupert also knew his mother was coming for him, no matter what had to burn in the process), and I think that makes the romances stick out less, which is rather how I like it.
Side note– my Alliance books have much more traditional YA romance and structure (though the uncritical observer of the narrator, the unanswered morality questions, and protagonists’ poor skills at self assessment make them nontraditional and arguably unsatisfying in their own ways). The romances, however, rise and fall with the plot, slowly growing til the closure of Traitor, the final book– there’s even a love triangle, of sorts, in Liar! So if you’re looking for that, go read about my well-meant, naive, certain kids falling in love with each other.
One of the things I loved about the series is that there is romance-but it’s not main focus. Love, certainly, but not romance. The hints of it, the ships in the night, the background steady beat of Sez and Sally-Anne, the background if Red and Leaf are there but we have an epic story of love; all of the different kinds. Of friendship that is built and nuroushed and tested and flows into a found family.
And we have unanswered questions. Cassandra. The will-they-is-that-what’s-there with Laney and Rupert. George and Jill. The potential of *life*, of living, of falling in love.
The romance can come after because, by god, they don’t just survive, they have triumphed. Scarred and weary but with a chance to truely live.
Oh ha I completely forgot to talk about the utter tragedy that is Cassandra’s love life. Ya, that too
"Promise me something?"
"I'm not stealing and destroying Uncle's blue tie. I don't care how ugly you think it is."
Her nose was almost as long as his was and as a child she had let him tug on it to his heart's content. Now, her eyes glinted over it. "Let them take care of you," she said. "They love you, Rupert, and they want to be there for you. Let them."
"Couldn't stop them if I tried," he said. His cheeks had pinked but he was keeping a straight face.
"Don't try," said Miz Eliza.
Remember the Dust by E. Jade Lomax
It's okay to let someone take care of you. It's okay to accept help.
(Rupert, you're the one who taught them to care!)
[ID: Album art is a rocky beach with a single figure in the foreground, filtered to look like a painting.]
now that I finally finished the rest of the album, I can share the song I wrote like a year ago based on our boy Jack Farris!
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"Yeah, I said a lot of true things, the most jarring ones I could, because if you say honest things harshly people look at them. And not at you."
Sanders Grey, Remember the Dust by E. Jade Lomax
Family
"I already have a family," said Laney.
"I thought you didn't feel like you fit in, in the desert," said Jack. "I mean, I never did, quite, either."
Laney smoothed her palms over her thighs. "I didn't mean the desert," she said.
Remember the Dust by E. Jade Lomax

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[Isometric pixel art of Jack and Grey’s dorm room. Jack is sprawled on the top bunk. Grey sits on the bottom bunk, turned to face Laney, who’s sitting on Jack’s desk chair. Rupert is cross-legged on the floor, watching them. Various background details, as described in Beanstalk (the blood-stained carpet, Grey’s books and scrolls, Bidi’s drawing, Jack’s backpack under his desk, the castle wall out the window, etc.)]
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Grey wrapped up Jack’s arm, mixing insult with astronomical anecdotes all the while. When the white bandage was secure, if a little lopsided, Grey went back to his star charts, and continued flinging commentary and critique at Jack as he applied bruise balm to his ribs, face, and right shoulder. “You just don’t want to get a new roommate if I get myself killed, ” said Jack. “It would be a hassle, ” said Grey.
- Beanstalk, E Jade Lomax
@thats-the-moon-grey -> @sezruedotter
“You’ve got a lot of bracelets, ” Grey said. “That’s true, ” Laney said, touching the knotted string on her wrists. “Why, if you’re a mage? You only hear about knotted spells like this being sold, like, on the edge of back roads by hedgewitches. I mean, why not just rip a little power out of the air and fling it when you want it?” He waved a hand at her. “This is weird.” “Grey, ” said Jack. “Be nice.” “Weird is interesting, ” said Grey. “That is being nice.”
Beanstalk, E Jade Lomax
“You were trained in a classroom, Rupe.” Jack eyed the scraggly line of bushes, near the top of the ridge, and wondered how many armed men you could hide in them.
“I was trained in Rivertown’s back alleys,” said Rupert. “And then I got a degree in a classroom, too. I have a hard time imagining you think either of those things are useless.”
- Echoes of a Giantkiller (E Jade Lomax)
There’s a couple of instances in the series where we see Jack acting a little dismissively towards Rupert, but I like that Rupert stands up for himself. That boy is a lot less of a pushover than he pretends to be.
Also, in this instance? We can notice Rupert’s background is jarringly similar to Jack’s own - learning by doing as a kid and then going after a degree. Rupert’s got a great skill with words and pointing out complex ideas with very simple phrases.

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“Yeah,” said Grey. “You see, I don’t care what other people say, Mr. Thorne, or what they think I owe. I know who I am and I’m not going to pretend to be something else because people expect it of me.” “And what is it you think you are, Mr. Grey?” “A librarian-in-training,” said Grey. “Excuse me.”
Echoes of a Giantkiller, E Jade Lomax
Rupert paid enough attention to everyone who walked over the Academy’s doorstep to know that, even bruised, Jack Farris smiled.
- Beanstalk, E. Jade Lomax