Demons, drama, and dumb slapstick. Somebody goes topless. As the plot against Amelia turns deadly, Lina and Gourry investigate a mysterious cult. Pokotaâs bad attitude pushes the group to their breaking point. Oh, and some princes are missing, but thatâs not important!
One of the things I enjoy about the Slayers novels is how intensely wonky they are. Kanzaka is deeply interested in the politics of his world, from conflicts to statecraft. He may have missed his calling as a foreign policy analyst.
I try very hard not to map anything resembling real-world politics onto Slayersâitâs a world where gods exist and humans are fundamentally not equalâbut the one character whose political opinions might be somewhat legible to us is Zelgadis. As a teenager Zelgadis was stealing from the rich and giving to the poor and said they had a responsibility to offer both material help and hope to the needy, a position we might as well call âAnarchist Ameliaâ. Despite being much more cynical post-transformation he seems to have more disdain for authority than ever. You could probably put him anywhere between Bakunin and Trotsky and still have it feel plausible.
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Iâve been working on this damn fic for years and I swear I did not intend to let 2 years lapse between updates, but depression, work, writing a different but incredibly well-received XL fic that made me wonder if that was the best I could do, more work, other fic and art projects, buying a house, work again, this gd pandemic, life in general, gets in the way. Chp 2 is sooooo close to being done that Iâm posting a little excerpt in hopes that it will motivate me to finish it sooner than later. Tumblr being awash with new Xellina content has definitely helped! Thanks, yâall. <kissy face>
Lina savored the tingling feeling of the last drops of whisky on her tongue. She wasnât tired. Not yet. It was nice to have some time to herself after spending the day explaining fireball over, over, and over, although she supposed she wouldnât be solo for long.
The tavern was on the verge of bustling, but not overly busy. Men who worked the late shift in the nearby mines were just beginning their search of alcoholâs cool hand to take the edge off the dayâs frustrations. Like clockwork, a gentleman suddenly appeared table-side. The stranger was stocky but handsome in a scruffy way with his messy dark hair and thick, toned upper body. Soot covered his trousers, however. Clearly, he was one of the miners coming in for a drink, and Lina was quick to notice the way he leered at her with dark green eyes.
âAnyone sitting here?â His baritone was smooth, silky, as if it could cocoon her like a luxurious blanket that sheâd never had to leave. Lina shrugged and waved her hand, ushering him to sit. Maybe she could forgive the âfresh out of the minesâ look, but it didnât matterâhe wouldnât be there for long.
âThe nameâs Guymon,â He slid into the adjacent seat that Petra had vacated and leaned forward eagerly, âWould you like another drink? Itâs on me.â
The corner of Linaâs mouth quirked. It really wasnât in good conscience could she accept free drinks from a man who wouldnât last five minutes at her table, but another whisky did sound awfully nice.
âSure,â she returned the smile. Guymon grinned and called the waitress over. Whisky for her and more lager for him. Lina nodded politely at Wanette, who raised her eyebrows in return. Lina and her apprentices had been staying at this inn for a couple weeks now, and it wasnât the first time the tavern had produced a handsome stranger offering to buy her a drink.
Being self-conscious about her petite frame seemed like eons ago. Lina learned quickly as an adult woman that it was only Gourry who took issue with her chestâall sorts of men were attracted to her, no matter the size of her breasts. Once her awkward angles filled out, Lina was a striking womanâher years of feasting never caught up with her, what with the metabolic advantage black magic afforded her. She didnât even consider her current outfit of a faded yellow tunic over black tights tucked into weathered boots to be terribly enticing. Naturally, Guymon must have been lured by her good looks and breezy confidence. It was hard for Lina not to be amused with Guymon, though. He so clearly had one thing on his mind with his lecherous grin.
âNow what did you say your name was?â Guymonâs gaze dropped to her chest and immediately began a greedy roam.
Some men couldnât play subtle even if they tried.
âI didnât,â Lina responded cooly as Wanette handed her the new glass of whisky and placed the lager in front of Guymon, âBut itâs Lina.â She heard Wanette huff as she walked away. Really, the waitress needed to mind her own business. Lina smiled placidly at Guymon.
âWell, Li-na,â Guymon took his glass in hand snd lifted into it into the air, âCheers!â
âCheers,â she clinked her glass against his, and they both drank. Lina let the pleasant tingling sensation of whisky slide over her tongue as Guymon took a long, slurping swig.
His eyesâthose handsome dark green eyes that he used to make his intentions quite apparentâshot open suddenly. Guymon appeared confused for a few seconds before that confusion transformed into fear. Lina brought the whisky back to her lipsâshe already knew the cause of Guymonâs sudden distress.
âI-i-i-I gotta go,â Guymon stuttered, unceremoniously jumping up and running off. His barely consumed lager remained on the table, and spots of soot lay where he had sat.
âScaring off men again?â Wanette the waitress appeared suddenly. Lina snorted.
âDonât worry, Wanette, youâll get your tip,â Lina said as sweetly as she could muster. Wanette huffed and strode off to another table. Lina tapped her fingers, somewhat impatiently, and waited for the culprit to make an appearance.
And sure enough, barely a minute had passed when Xellos suddenly materialized, a happenstance that always went unnoticed, despite the many times the hasty departure of any man daring to sit with Lina Inverse brought attention her way.
Yes, Lina was quite attractive to men, men who would love to woo her, Â even handsome men that Lina wouldnât mind allowing to do soâ
âif the Monster she was sleeping with would let them near her, that is.
Zelgadis fell and didn't want to get up. Amelia came to the rescue anyway. Fluff, rated G.
Whenever I try to write any actual romance with Zelgadis and Amelia it always involves some kind of argument. Zelgadis is a good guy but is so reactive toward intimacy and Amelia is a sweet little bulldozer even when sheâs being considerate. And because their relationship is built on friendship and also smashing monsters, he can be prickly with her and she wonât be fazed by it at all.
Was at the hairdresserâs (itâs seven hours) and wanted to do a writing exercise to clean up my prose a little. Spat it out the next morning without looking back. Sometimes you have to do silly writing in order to do good writing.
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Xisuma returns to his home when EX tells him that their father, the Doomslayer, is sick.To make things worse, Tango and Impulse follow him onto the Fortress of Doom.
Read the first chapter here!
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