BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I FORGOT HE TOTALLY ATE SHIT THE FIRST TIME HE TRIED TO USE HIS RADIANT POWERS AHAHAHAHAH
“The Lord Mistborn” makes me think Elend… but no, he and Vin didn’t have any kids, neither did Kelsier. Mmmmm…. I have no idea what the hell this could be in reference to.
Rhythm of War spoilers
THEY MADE AN AIRSHIP???? THAT’S SO COOL!!! THAT’S SO SO SO SO COOL!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Talking so my friend about Kaladin and she hasn’t read the books. And she says “I love Paladin with a K” and… huh.,,. I- there’re NO WAY that’s correct, right??? There’s NO. WAY.
I drew my Cyberpunk 2020 OC, Hawke! They're a sniper and their only cybernetics in the game so far would be their eyes! They're a shut in dweeb and their only companion is a pet Roomba they've lovingly named Cherie. I think they cried over spilling a cup of instant ramen once?
Fundamentally, every work of art, every story, is an attempt at communication. The author chooses to ask us a question, and we find the answer in the dialogue between the author and ourselves.
Cradle is a series that asks the question “If one dude did magic kung-fu to another dude so hard he exploded, would that be sick or what?”
And we, the readers, answer “Absolutely the FUCK yes.”
Cradle is a world where everybody has the capacity to practice the Sacred Arts, which are primarily the discipline of using mystical energy to be as bullshit awesome as possible. You aren’t allowed to be a major character in this series until you have committed at least one (1) act that would look sweet as hell if it was airbrushed onto the side of a stoner’s van.
At one point we meet a member of a king’s landscaping staff. Her job is to mow the lawn, trim the hedges, and keep those damn slugs out of the vegetable garden. She can also command trees to rip you apart and devour your life force for herself, because fuck you, it’s Cradle. People just do that here.
The main character is a young man by the name of Wei Shi Lindon, who has a natural deficiency that makes him extremely weak in the Sacred Arts, and is therefore banned from studying them. He responds “respectfully, no” and proceeds to spend the following ten books learning Sacred Arts and punching everything.
It’s a little rough around the edges, but I had fun reading it and the author clearly had fun writing it, so I think it succeeds as a series. Would absolutely recommend if you just want to have a good time reading something.
(Naturally, I got deeply attached to the biggest bastard in the main cast, because he’s hilarious. This man is a bitch and I like him so much.)
As a delightful bonus, unlike most action series, the treatment of the female characters is genuinely excellent. The author is not here for fanservice, he is here for FIGHTSERVICE, which is when EVERYONE FIGHTS SO HARD THE LAWS OF PHYSICS GIVE UP. We’re ten books in to a twelve book series and I have yet to see a single woman’s boobs described on-page.
In Cradle, when a teenage girl is worried about her body changing, what she means is that she’s unsatisfied with the amount of swords she can use at one time, so she’s going to grow six extra arms to hold six extra swords. Surprise! THE NEW ARMS ARE ALSO SWORDS, because the time spent picking up a sword to fight with it is time you didn’t spend swordfighting, and that is unacceptable to her. Now she and her eight swords are going to suplex a dragon, because on Cradle we know no gender politics, only THE BLADE.
Also, there’s a turtle.
Ah!!! So neat. Brando Sando has such an excellent grasp on the ability convey character through dialogue. The ink spren talk in definites. “It is.” “This was.” “They are.” Most sentences are structured around a being verb of some kind.
This conveys their nature as beings of logic and fact… so easily?? He doesn’t need to go on and elaborate it, it’s just naturally conveyed!!!
The Engineer, chapter 38. Varic slinks into his chair. I imagined that he also scrunched up his hood like a sweatshirt/hoodie so that it hid most of his face.
[Image ID: A shoddy, pixel-y rendition of Varic from the book series The Last Horizon. He is slinking into a chair, with his hood covering almost all of his face. He’s holding a little coffee cup, and the cape of his hood is pulled around like a blanket.
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I slumped in my chair, guzzling coffee and staring into the holograms. I was looking forward to the next part.
This was where Shyrax would tell me how I’d failed.
“Next is myself,” Shyrax continued, and I slid down even further. I preferred to get bad news over with quickly.
The Engineer (The Last Horizon Book 2), Will Wight
Oh Dalinar you didn’t, did you. Please tell me you didn’t.
Well hey there lookie. I was fucking right. I’m always right. Another God. I’ve been reading too much Cosmere I’m beginning to see the lines.
Mistborn Era 2/Stormlight spoilers
Just gonna go out on a limb here, but I think the big bad organization Wax’s uncle is working with is preparing for some sort of Cosmic war thing. The things they are doing are utterly reprehensible and the only way I can fathom them doing it with a good conscience is believing it’s for the “greater good”. So with the knowledge that the government is… well, made of these men, and Harmony isn’t corrupt, the only thing big enough to make this make sense (obviously to a demented, immoral mind) would be an out-of-world threat like Odium or another Shard.
I imagine their justification is something like “You see what you did to that building, Wax? With these children we can selectively breed allomancers and feruchemists of whichever type we want, then combine their powers with Hemalurgy to create impossibly powerful soldiers. Imagine an army of 100 Miles Hundredlives! We’d be unstoppable.” With knowledge of hemalurgy and compounding and all that, I imagine they’d independently arrive at the concept of making another Lord Ruler, which like… would be extremely difficult to deal with for anyone we’ve seen in the Cosmere. But yeah, they’d feel they were doing the right thing, “making the hard choice for the greater good”
Then Wax would be all like “but the cost in lives is ridiculous! This is not worth it, man, can’t you see that?” Blahblahblah blah. This is a stretch, so I’d not be surprised if it’s something totally unrelated, but a lot of Rhythm of War is spent ranting about an impending God War, so it doesn’t seem unreasonable.