Mar 29, 2025
this rough magic by mary stewart is one of the best books i've ever read oh my god. i desperately need to reread that book
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this rough magic by mary stewart is one of the best books i've ever read oh my god. i desperately need to reread that book
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This Rough Magic: Ch. 5 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless, Roderick Burgess, Hob Gadling Summary: After the disastrous 1889 meeting, Hob Gadling turned to the occult to find a way to contact his stranger and apologize. Yet despite becoming a fairly adept occultist in the process, Hob ultimately lost his nerve and never cast a single spell to contact Dream. Unfortunately, that was not the end of the matter, when Hob's dabbling brought him to the attention of Roderick Burgess, who is now convinced that Hob is a fellow Magus, capable of convincing Dream to give Burgess the gift he gave to Hob all those centuries ago: immortality. Now, Hob must use wits, magic, and a great deal of charm to convince Roderick Burgess he is indeed an ancient, powerful Magus who wants nothing more than to help Burgess become immortal too, if he is to get himself and Dream out of Fawney Rig.
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This chapter is possibly my favorite in the fic so as a weak, sinful creature, I gave in and posted it right away because I've been dying to share it for months. I can't promise this quick an update again going forward but who knows, if people seem to be enjoying this fic, I'll move it up in the fic queue ;)
Joey Batey as Callum Ballimore in Shakespeare & Hathaway: Private Investigators (2018) 01x04
Hello, I don't mean to pressure, but I wanted to ask you if you're still writing for "this rough magic", because I just read it yesterday and it is wonderful and so very interesting and I so want to see how the whole misunderstanding plays out with our resident fishbowled drama queen. Anyway I hope you have a nice day and I'm loving GS and CLWM and very excited for 1589! <3
YES I really do need to just buckle down and work on that. Nothing is abandoned, I'd let you guys know if it was!
Mary Stewart said this way back in the 1960s, yet we writers are still having characters look "through their eyelashes" at someone, even though, as she rightly says, it is not physically possible. 😄 Or at least, not without squinting your eyes all up so that your lashes screen your irises, and I don't think that would be a very seductive look.
If YOU can look through your lashes and make it look alluring, please take a picture of yourself doing it and post it to prove us wrong.
I admit I, and others, have tried to get around this by saying someone is looking "from beneath their lashes," but that's not exactly wondrous wording either. Everyone is always looking from under their eyelashes. That is how eyelashes are situated at all times.
Transcript of pic, which is from Mary Stewart's This Rough Magic:
"Instead, I looked at him meltingly through my lashes – at least, that's what I tried to do, but I shall never believe the romantic novelists again; it's a physical impossibility. Godfrey, at any rate, remained un-melted, so I abandoned the attempt..."
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"The terrace was a wide tiled platform perched at the end of the promontory where wooded cliffs fell steeply to the sea. Below the balustrade hung cloud on cloud of pines, already smelling warm and spicy in the morning sun. The bay itself was hidden by trees, but the view ahead was glorious - a stretch of the calm, shimmering gulf that lies in the curved arm of Corfu. Away northward, across the dark blue strait, loomed, insubstantial as mist, the ghostly snows of Albania.
It was a scene of the most profound and enchanted peace. No sound but the birds; nothing in sight but trees and sky and sun-reflecting sea..."
This Rough Magic, 1964
Greek fjords by LeelooDallas on Flickr.