June112014

apologies for the lack of posting. i have no real excuse.

as of now this blog is officially on hiatus. my apologies.

April282014
fictograph:

Kvothe from The Name of the Wind and The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick  Rothfuss.

Finished on my way to Japan. Since I’m in another country, I won’t be checking Tumblr for the next two weeks. Contact me through email or Facebook.

fictograph:

Kvothe from The Name of the Wind and The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss.

Finished on my way to Japan. Since I’m in another country, I won’t be checking Tumblr for the next two weeks. Contact me through email or Facebook.

2AM
““Once upon a time,” I began. “There was a little boy born in a little town. He was perfect, or so his mother thought. But one thing was different about him. He had a gold screw in his belly button. Just the head of it peeping out.
“Now his mother was simply glad he had all his fingers and toes to count with. But as the boy grew up he realized not everyone had screws in their belly buttons, let alone gold ones. He asked his mother what it was for, but she didn’t know. Next he asked his father, but his father didn’t know. He asked his grandparents, but they didn’t know either.
“That settled it for a while, but it kept nagging him. Finally, when he was old enough, he packed a bag and set out, hoping he could find someone who knew the truth of it.
“He went from place to place, asking everyone who claimed to know something about anything. He asked midwives and physickers, but they couldn’t make heads or tails of it. The boy asked arcanists, tinkers, and old hermits living in the woods, but no one had ever seen anything like it.
“He went to ask the Cealdim merchants, thinking if anyone would know about gold, it would be them. But the Cealdim merchants didn’t know. He went to the arcanists at the University, thinking if anyone would know about screws and their workings, they would. But the arcanists didn’t know. The boy followed the road over the Stormwal to ask the witch women of the Tahl, but none of them could give him an answer.
“Eventually he went to the King of Vint, the richest king in the world. But the king didn’t know. He went to the Emperor of Atur, but even with all his power, the emperor didn’t know. He went to each of the small kingdoms, one by one, but no one could tell him anything.
“Finally the boy went to the High King of Modeg, the wisest of all the kings in the world. The high king looked closely at the head of the golden screw peeping from the boy’s belly button. Then the high king made a gesture, and his seneschal brought out a pillow of golden silk. On that pillow was a golden box. The high king took a golden key from around his neck, opened the box, and inside was a golden screwdriver.
“The high king took the screwdriver and motioned the boy to come closer. Trembling with excitement, the boy did. Then the high king took the golden screwdriver and put it in the boy’s belly button.”
I paused to take a long drink of water. I could feel my small audience leaning toward me. “Then the
high king carefully turned the golden screw. Once: Nothing. Twice: Nothing. Then he turned it the third time, and the boy’s ass fell off.”
There was a moment of stunned silence.
“What?” Hespe asked incredulously.
“His ass fell off.”” The Wise Man’s Fear, Patrick Rothfuss

(via reasons-tobe-beautiful-deactiva)

2AM
martamontell:

Trying to draw Vashet :)

martamontell:

Trying to draw Vashet :)

April262014

So here’s the news:
I have a book coming out around November-ish.
It’s not book three. It’s not a mammoth tome that you can use to threaten people and hold open doors.
It’s a short, sweet story about one of my favorite characters.
It’s a book about Auri.
That’s the news. The short version. If you’d like the long version, I’ll give that below….
Read Post

So here’s the news:

I have a book coming out around November-ish.

It’s not book three. It’s not a mammoth tome that you can use to threaten people and hold open doors.

It’s a short, sweet story about one of my favorite characters.

It’s a book about Auri.

That’s the news. The short version. If you’d like the long version, I’ll give that below….

Read Post

April242014
thiefofcamorr:

My Cealdish money has arrived. I’m all set for The University in (well, near) Imre!

thiefofcamorr:

My Cealdish money has arrived. I’m all set for The University in (well, near) Imre!

(via parasini)

April132014
fictograph:

Quick doodle featuring #Devi , #Auri , and #Fela from the #Kingkiller Chronicle by #PatrickRothfuss.

fictograph:

Quick doodle featuring #Devi , #Auri , and #Fela from the #Kingkiller Chronicle by #PatrickRothfuss.

March292014
satisfunctory:

A quick comparison of Chronicler’s Cipher with Gothic Hand.
Edit To Add:  Here is a link to Chronicler’s Cipher.

satisfunctory:

A quick comparison of Chronicler’s Cipher with Gothic Hand.

Edit To Add:  Here is a link to Chronicler’s Cipher.

(Source: enpat)

11AM
“What did you bring me?” she asked.
“What did you bring me?” I countered.
She grinned. “I have an apple that thinks it is a pear,” she said, holding it up. “And a bun that thinks it is a cat. And a lettuce that thinks it is a lettuce.”
“It’s a clever lettuce then.”
“Hardly,” she said with a delicate snort. “Why would anything clever think it was a lettuce?”
“Even if it is a lettuce?” I asked.
“Especially then,” she said. “Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.” Rothfuss, Patrick (2011-03-01). The Wise Man’s Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle) (p. 34). Orion. Kindle Edition. 

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11AM
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