These books are vague on the sex scenes, for which I am thankful for, but they are also more explicit than I am really comfortable with when it comes to amputations…
There’s a scene in Wild Magic (by Tamora Pierce) where the main character, Daine, stops her heart during meditation because she really, really wants to talk to the dolphins swimming offshore and her heart is beating too loud. When she’s brought back to life, Numair understandably flips his shit. So while Numair is shouting furiously at multiple gods because she stopped her own blessed heart, I was not prepared for this when I said I’d teach her magic, Daine is like, “Gosh, Numair, don’t freak out, it wasn’t a big deal.”
I like to think that Numair holds a secret grudge against dolphins to this day.
Finally finished Ship of Magic, now onto Mad Ship. Again, in case I liveblog, if you want to blacklist, it will be tagged “katy reads liveship traders” or “katy reads mad ship”
"If we can’t protect the earth, you can be damned well sure we’ll avenge it."
Do you ever crave to be touched? Even in the most innocent way. I want someone to just hug me for a very long time or someone to lean against/ someone to lean on me. Maybe while sitting or laying next to someone just to have our legs, arms, or feet touching would be nice. I think that when you’re lonely for so long you constantly want to feel someone against you just as a constant reminder that you’re not alone.
*wraps blanket around favourite character*
*wraps arms around favourite character*
*wraps entire existence around favourite character*
*hisses* dont touch him
THIS HAS BEEN A GLOWY EYE THING APPRECIATION POST. GOOD DAY.
You missed the biggest glowy eye of all: