I’ve said many, many times that my favorite thing about tamorapierce's “Circle of Magic” universe is the fact that these four isolated children have magic quite unsuited to their stations. Class is the barrier that seems most prevalent in their world (because sexism is incredibly limited, given how many women of power we see as judges, caravan leaders, dedicates, rulers, etc.) and here we’re shown a street rat, who has no property or gardens, being gifted with plant magic. The noble who would never weave her own cloth is a stitch witch. The Traders are known for trading, not creating – and the only magic they appreciate is weather-magic to promote successful travels, but the Trader-girl has the ability to magically metal-smith. Meanwhile the merchant girl, whose family seems to value everything on its marketability, has power with weather. Everything is out of place, and in losing their backgrounds (two are orphaned, one is abandoned, one is rescued from a short life of prison labor) they are able to find who they truly are. This is my favorite kind of self-discovery book – where the possibilities are endless, once the door is opened to them.
However, let’s take a look at what could’ve been. I love the idea of switching Sandry’s and Briar’s magic, and Tris’s and Daja’s. Just to see what could have happened.
What if Daja had been the weather mage? She would live with the Traders training as a mimander, possibly saving her family from the storm that sank Third Ship Kisubo. The Kisubo clan could have become one of the most powerful among Traders, if Daja had born Tris’s magic. I can see her being enchanted with Runog’s Fire, I could see the electricity running through her veins making her hot with impatience in dealing with kaqs, and her love of her family making her occasionally ruthless when dealing with war magic and the pirates who raid the seas.
Nobles shouldn’t sew, certainly, but what if Sandry had Briar’s plant magic? It wouldn’t have saved her parents, but maybe she would’ve shown an affinity for her gardener-cousin, the empress of Namorn. Would Sandry have lived her life preferring her ties to Namorn rather than Emelan? Would she have submitted to her cousin’s rules of court life, and been a pawn in the Narmornese court, or would Sandry’s stubbornness manifested in ways that were dangerous to her? Would anyone have been able to train her?
Tris is cast aside because she offers nothing to her merchant family. But what would they think of a girl who was drawn to metal smithing, who could manufacture trinkets or jewelry or metal toys that could be sold throughout the Pebbled Sea? Tris would still have her intellectual mind… I see her making clockwork toys that dazzle the world, bringing in plenty of money for House Chandler. Would Tris be a different person, were she not denied love? Would her temper be the same without lightning being born in her hair?
And Briar… he lost his family when he was young, and would still likely have a life of crime. But I imagine snatching purses and running away from the law enforcers would be easier if you can tangle people up in their own threads. And a belt-purse made of cloth could easily develop magical holes allowing a coin or two or more to gradually slip out. There are plenty of things a clever, street-smart thread mage could conjure. Perhaps he would’ve gotten away with more, with no pesky plants in nobles’ gardens holding onto him. Who would he have become without Rosethorn to smooth out his sharp edges? (and who might Rosethorn have become – or remained – without Briar under her wing?) And what about the fact that Sandry can weave pure magic? If Briar had that, would he have been able to deal with magical locks and spells in ways no other thief could?
I wonder if this mismatched magic and lifestyle was all deliberate decision-making on Tammy’s part, or if things just fell into place on their own when she was creating it. I love this series because it makes me think and wonder so very much. My heart belonged to Tortall first, like many Pierce fans, but the Circleverse is where I’d rather live.
"NEITHER RAIN NOR SNOW NOR GLOM OF NIT CAN STAY THESE MESSENGERS ABOT THIER DUTY" I’m listening to Discworld audiobooks while inking and fanart was inevitable.
I like Going Postal a lot. It’s like a Magnificent Bastard Opera.
Manga Studio, Photoshop.
sketch warmup, daughter of zeus
Michael Komarck - A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
Accurate fanart, down to the antlered helm. So much love.
Been watching Adventure Time in my spare time from work. Suddenly felt like doing fanart of Tamora Pierce’s Tortallan heroines in that style today :)
EXACTLY WHAT IS EVERYONE WAITING FOR
so (and again, fic material! if it ever gets finished…)
1. She’s never felt anything for men - sexual or romantic - but she did feel a certain stirring in her loins when she got to know the Ladies of Uneasy Virtue in her town (actually I consider this canon but w/e).
2. After her first battle she breaks down in the privacy of her tent, in Mal’s arms (who feels extremely awkward and helpless about this but tries to comfort her anyway). The day after she pulls herself together and vows to do anything to prevent battles like that ever happening again. She never talks about it but more than once she wakes up in a cold sweat after a flashback/nightmare.
3. She’s very linguistically talented (which is why she speaks Morporkian pretty much fluently) and spends what little free time she has learning new languages.
1. Mal always felt awkward in her role as Female Vampire and all that entails (it left Mal with a permanent disgust for underwires) but pretending to be a Male Vampire didn’t really feel right either, it always felt like she/he/they was hiding someone - hence the confession at the end of the book. Mal eventually settles on “I don’t give a fuck” re: gender identity and gets a kick out of the thoroughly confused looks people give her/him/them while they’re trying to figure out if they should say Sir or Madam (it’s Corporal, actually).
2. Mal’s mildly irritated at managing to fall for a young blonde feisty virgin because really, isn’t that the biggest cliche of them all? Only mildly though, because Polly is unique and wonderful and Mal wouldn’t want anyone else.
3. Mal is quite short, but mostly manages to disguise this through sheer force of personality and charisma. Sometimes this fails, and people are always surprised to realise just how little Mal is.
And three for them both:
1) Mal tried to do the whole Seductive Vampire thing for maybe one day. At the end of the day Polly’s poker face failed her and she spent five minutes clutching her stomach and wheezing with laughter, much to Mal’s annoyance.
The annoyance only lasted until Polly got it together enough to drag Mal into their tent.
2. After Borogravia is at rocky peace again, they move to Ankh-Morpork to learn how to run a Watch. They rent the top room in Mrs Cake’s establishment, Mal bonds with Sally over being a young tomboyish vampire and Polly has occasional fights with Visit about religion.
3. Despite the fact that Mal likes sleeping upside down, she/he/they also likes cuddling up to a comfy warm human. Only when Mal is feeling unusually antsy or Polly needs her space for some reason does Mal sleep hanging from whatever branch or beam there is. Otherwise Mal burrows into Polly like a leech digging in.
Also here are pics of the SUPER SUPER CUTE Tris and Briar cosplayers I saw Sunday, eeee
And also an excellent Beka Cooper (this totally made my day ahhh)
(I’m getting up, but I’m also going out the window.)
So I found this harlequin romance paperback today, and normally I just toss those right over without paying them much mind, but the cover of this one made me pause. Sure that the artist was just taking liberties, I checked out the back.
I’m dubious. I should read a passage:
It is a literal bear.
Okay yeah I’ll admit it I’m going to read this but only because it sounds like the most fucked up romance novel in existence.
You have some explaining to do, Canada.
Oh my god it’s real it won the Governor General’s Award, this is amazing
I suddenly started thinking about Neal and Alanna’s height difference and how hilarious their squire/knight-master years must’ve been
New Lark and Rosethorn bookmarks :)