#mithgar

This was a terrible idea.

This was a terrible idea because, while I get along well with October and am generally a fan of December and January, so I can't call it seasonal affective disorder or anything, history shows that November typically fucks me up--I do dip pretty hard feelings-wise in the latter part of November, and generally only pull out as December goes on and Christmas/New Years feelings wrap me up and bear me out of it. And the Mithgar series is really fucking dark. He writes fantasy war stories with the theme that war is an unendurable grinding terrible shattering necessity: 'war is hell' with a heavy dash of 'war is inevitable.' Every book (or duology or trilogy) in this series is a soul-wrecking march into darkness with a wretched sacrifice at the end leading to a near-pyrrhic narrow victory.

This is not shit I should be reading in November. And yet I started at the beginning of the Mithgar timeline and cannot stop until I finish Silver Wolf, Black Falcon, because that's the only one that really ends triumphant rather than bittersweet. Sort of. Mostly. More than the others.