This is Burton Olivier’s back. He’s the person who wrote to me and asked if I’d write a comic for his back… and I said yes, if it could also do some good for the CBLDF. And then I asked who he’d want to draw it, and he said, David Mack. So I asked David, who also said yes.
I wrote a poem about words written to be tattooed…
This makes me hopeful. Still terrified they will ruin one of my favourite books of all time though.
Valentine asks:
As fans of the book, what is your favorite scene from the book? Do you have a different favorite scene from the movie?
I always loved the scenes within the Mind Game that Ender believes he plays for recreation in the orbiting battle school. Part video game, part…
Oh, go fuck yourself, Google. This is just as bad as companies forcing me to “like” something on Facebook before I can view whatever it is they want me to “like.”
Just let me thumbs up something, without forcing me to “upgrade” to G+, you dickheads.
The worst part of this? For a producer like me, I’m going to lose a crapton of potential upvotes for Tabletop, because the core of my audience is tech-savvy and may not want to “upgrade” to yet another fucking social network they don’t want or need.
Oh my fragile heart!
IM SORRY BUT DAMN LOOK AT HIM, GENDRY IS THE DEFINITION OF SEX
NEEDLESS TO SAY, I WOULD DO HIM ALL NIGHT LONG
JUST LOOK AT HIM
CAN NOT STOP STARING
Crazy how recognizable this image is. I knew immediately who it was supposed to be!
Hiro Protagonist, Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson
Hiro has cappuccino skin and spiky, truncated dreadlocks. His hair does not cover as much of his head as it used to, but he is a young man, by no means bald or balding, and the slight retreat of his hairline only makes more of his high cheekbones…. Beneath this image, it is possible to see Hiro’s eyes, which look Asian. They are from his mother, who is Korean by way of Nippon. The rest of him looks more like his father, who was African by way of Texas by way of the Army. (Suggested by brevetcaptain)
In the Dawn Age of Westeros, before the coming of man and the raising of castles and cities, there were only the Children of the Forest. Little is known of them now, but it is said they were small in stature, dark and beautiful, and no taller than children when grown to manhood.
They lived in the depths of the forests and hidden villages, crannogs and caves. They hunted with weirwood bows and armed themselves with blades of obsidian. Their wise men were called greenseers, and were possessed of a powerful magic. They worshiped nameless, faceless gods of the forest, stream and stone. According to legend, it was they who carved faces in the great white trunks of the majestic weirwoods - their deep-cut eyes were red with sap, and ever watchful.
12,000 years ago, the First Men came from the eastern continent, crossing a land bridge called the Arm of Dorne. Riding their great horses and wielding weapons of bronze, they cut down the Children’s forests and weirwoods. A terrible war raged between the Children and the First Men that lasted for centuries.
At long last, the two races sought an end to the years of horror and bloodshed. They met on a small isle in the center of a great lake called the God’s Eye. It was there they forged the Pact. The First Men would be granted dominion over the coastland, the mountains, the high plains and the bogs, but the deep forest would forever belong to the Children, and no weirwood tree would ever again fall to man’s ax.
To seal the pact before the gods, the Children carved a face in every weirwood tree on the island, which came to be known as the lsle of Faces. But the pact could not withstand the coming of the Andals - a race of tall, fair-haired warriors. They attacked with fire and weapons of steel, slaughtering the Children of the Forest wherever they could find them, burning out their weirwood groves, hacking away at the faces of the old gods, and spreading their own religion through the land.
Centuries of war followed, and the Andals conquered every kingdom in Westeros, save one - the North. The Kings of Winter were able to withstand the Andal invasion. The descendents of the First Men dwell there to this day and continue to worship the old gods.
As for the Children of the Forest, those who survived the slaughter were said to have fled far north and have not been seen again. Most assume they’re long dead, and some don’t believe they ever existed. They live on only through song and legend, and in the faces of the weirwood trees.
(Source: fearisforthewinter)
Via WinterIsComing.net
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Oslo girl with a passion for quality sci fi and fantasy, pop and rock music, animals and travelling. You can figure out the rest.
