Katherine Frances's Blog, page 4
November 20, 2018
"i am a flower
nearly in bloom.
i am the calm
in a crowded room.
i am complete,
body and soul.
with..."
nearly in bloom.
i am the calm
in a crowded room.
i am complete,
body and soul.
with or without you,
i am finally whole.”
- shelby leigh (via nothingwithoutwords)
norseseeress:
St. Albans Angelican Church. Copenhagen, Denmark
St. Albans Angelican Church. Copenhagen, Denmark
norseseeress:
St. Albans Angelican Church. Copenhagen, Denmark
St. Albans Angelican Church. Copenhagen, Denmark
November 19, 2018
Kim Shimmers and the Deathly Hallow
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 5th, final installment in the Kim Shimmers series)
She was like Voldemort in at least one way. They were both of the same make now. Dead,
alive, the two of them were some cross between. Perhaps he had even felt it in
her.
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted by the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 7
Two Out of Three Gathered
Kim sat at a very long dining table placed in the Weasley’s back yard. Everyone sat around it, gathered for Harry’s birthday dinner. There was a massive cake shaped like a snitch on the table, and they were all chatting merrily, awaiting Mr. Weasley’s arrival.
“I think we’d better start without Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley called to the garden at large. “He must have been held up at- Oh!” Just then a streak of light came flying across the yard and onto the table, where it solidified into a bright silver weasel. The weasel perched on its two hind legs and spoke, freakishly, with Mr. Weasley’s voice.
“Minister of Magic coming with me.”
Kim’s eyes widened as the patronus dissolved. “The Minister?” she said, aghast, looking at Harry desperately.
“Hide,” he said quickly, and Kim jumped to her feet. She was supposed to be dead! She had to hide, but hide where, there was nothing but the underside of the table.
“We shouldn’t be here,” said Lupin at once. “Harry, I’m sorry, I’ll explain another time-” and before he had fully finished the words he’d seized Tonks’s wrist and pulled her away, dashing for the fence.
“To the house, Kim, quickly!” Mrs. Weasley waved, and Kim turned and bolted without farther instruction.
She ran all the way to the house as fast as she could and tore through the door. She panted for a moment in the silence of the living room. Then she dashed for the stairs, taking them two at a time with some effort, and throwing open the door into Ron’s bed room at the top of the house. She peered out the window and then ducked immediately. Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, a man Kim both feared and detested from the happenings in the Ministry of late, already stood in the midst of the festivities. He was saying something, and then Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood. Ron began to lead the way up to the house.
What are they doing? Kim cursed internally. She was going to have to actually hide if they were coming into the house. Or… she thought, and crossed the room in three bounds, falling to her knees before Harry’s rucksack on the floor. She tore through it and dug out his invisibility cloak. The door into the livingroom opened downstairs as Kim draped the fabric over her. There was the faint sound of scuffling as they all shifted into seats, and then utter silence. Kim held her breath.
There was muted conversation that Kim couldn’t quite make out. She moved on all fours to the door, moving painfully slow. Each floorboard she put weight on she tested for creaking before trusting it. She pushed Ron’s door open the rest of the way. It moaned and Kim grimaced. It was an old house though, and she was far enough away from Schrimgeour that he was unlikely to be able to hear. She crept down the stairs, again testing each step until she was on the second-floor landing and was able to make out what was being said bellow.
chasingcarz:
aelin-godkiller:
Hey can I just say that it’s utterly fucked that George RR Martin...
Hey can I just say that it’s utterly fucked that George RR Martin and Patrick Rothfuss are revered as gods of modern fantasy writing when neither of them has been able to produce a book in years and they also can’t write women
plus George RR Martin just copied wars of the roses
and Rothfuss made a legit plot point that Kvothe fucked a fairy for months
I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy these books, because I do, but I am just saying that I read fantasy books 10x better by women all the time.
meanwhile, there are so many female fantasy authors who produce brilliant work, but because it is marketed towards women, it’s either YA or it’s paranormal romance (BOTH OF WHICH I STAN OK) and therefore doesn’t get considered “serious” fantasy even though they have better world building, magic, and writing style than most “masters of the genre.”
like, why is it that fantasy books written about women and by women are ONLY READ BY WOMEN AND MARKETED TO WOMEN, meanwhile fantasy books written by men about men are READ BY EVERYONE AND MARKETED AS THE NORM.
like male fantasy nerds are just sleeping on Ilona Andrews because they write about women and add a romance plot line, meanwhile Kate Daniels is one of the best damn fantasy series I have ever read with some of the best world building and plotting e v e r.
And I’m not implying that authors have to produce 3 books a year to be serious authors, but it’s a bit ridiculous that the fantasy genre and pub industry keeps pushing asoiaf and kingkiller chronicles at us when we don’t even have a date for the sequel. WHY DON’T YOU PROMOTE BOOKS BY WOMEN WHO KNOW HOW TO WRITE GOOD FEMALE CHARACTERS?? WHY NOT PROMOTE FANTASY BOOKS BY AUTHORS OF COLOR??
WHY IS FANTASY ON THE SAME WHITE MAN BULLSHIT ALL THE TIME????
prompts #8
i. farm road
ii. stab wound
iii. satellite
iv. horns
v. chopping wood
