Rachel Alexander's Blog, page 342
December 11, 2017
Don't know about a wiki but your book is listed on TV tropes and all the trope arrangements are done quite well, in case you don't know this already. Happy holidays!
That was the concerted and fantastic work of @soverylittlehoneybee a while back, and I’m very grateful that it exists there. It was a reference point I passed along to my EP.
Hi! just wanted to let you know that I'm creating a wiki for your series! You don't mind do you?
Hell no, I don’t mind!!!
Send me the link, would you?
December 10, 2017
galahadwilder:
Ares is exhausted.War made sense to him, once. Blades and arrows, guts and glory—war...
Ares is exhausted.
War made sense to him, once. Blades and arrows, guts and glory—war was something glorious, something powerful. Men were made legends, heroes, warriors.
Now the sounds of bombs and bullets keep him up at night. Now he cannot sleep, for every missile strike takes innocent lives and war has become something he no longer understands. This isn’t war, he thinks. This is slaughter. There are no heroes here.
Generals who would once have commanded their men from the battlefield now rest comfortably in plush offices. Archers sit behind screens, directing merciless machines against helpless enemies. Gas permeates the air, choking any who come near. The dead never know the eyes of those who killed them, save those who are taken from their homes by fanatics with guns. Eris strides the fields of war now, cackling, watching cities burn beneath her stride.
His family doesn’t understand. They think he would be proud. They think he is to blame. They congratulate and resent him, in turns, for the way his domain has spread. But what was once his domain is no longer.
He longs for the days when war was something sacred, something special, instead of this endless, faceless butchery. Yes, men died horribly in those days as well, but at least they had a chance. A chance to prove themselves, to rise above their station, to become as unto demigods.
They’ve made killing to easy, these mortals. Now it happens at the push of a button.
He cannot eat without the taste of smoke. He cannot close his eyes without visions of slaughter. He wonders what it would be like to be Aphrodite, to be love instead of murder. Or Hephaestus. How clever these mortals be. How much they make. He’d like that, to inspire men and women to make new things, shiny monuments to their own brilliance.
Then he remembers The Bomb, and how Hephaestus cried when they used it.
Hermes, perhaps. The internet is such a wonder, worldwide communication at an instant. Pranks and memes and theft on a scale that leave the young god bloated, and even grand Athena bows to his mastery of information. But Hermes runs free no longer—he sits behind a screen, waiting for his information to come to him.
Athena, his old adversary, barely understands. She knows the generals. The tactics, the strategies, the goals and the movements. She does not know the common soldier.
Ares is beginning to suspect that he does not either.
War has changed. And Ares is tired.
December 8, 2017
December 4, 2017
hanbamblr:
Hey people, so my beautiful and wonderful friend Elsie-poos, was reading Destroyer of...
Hey people, so my beautiful and wonderful friend Elsie-poos, was reading Destroyer of Light (and really freaking loving it), till she got to page 237 BECAUSE IT WAS MISSING :O as was 238-240??? Does anyone else have this problem and does anyone else have those missing pages, she is a desperate lady who wants to know what happens in those pages and she’s very distraught at the idea of sending her copy back. Help please and thank you.
This is not a criticism at all, she’s just rather upset and I adore her, so any help would be greatly appreciated.
Whaaaaaaaaat?????!
:O
Have your friend PM me. Not happy with the QC if this is the case.
—off to check my box of copies
noisymouse:
PersephoneThis piece, originally an inktober...
Persephone
This piece, originally an inktober prompt, is now available as a print here on my redbubble.
(this was thematically inspired by the amazing book series Receiver of Many written by @therkalexander so might I direct you over there to have a peek if you are looking for something new to read?)
When the little flower maiden fell through the earth and became
the Queen of Hades, she did not give up the sunshine and the green
things. She exists in both worlds.Life and death are unavoidably linked. There is no birth without
pain, no growth without change, no beautiful without the strange.Support me on patreon to get access to WIPs, special content and goodies.
Will you deal with Hercules and him having to steal cerberus?
Heracles will absolutely be in the books. As will literally anyone who journeyed to the Underworld.
"One, who is twice woven, cannot remain your own.
Two, the ether bound, who shines the torch in..."
Two, the ether bound, who shines the torch in darkness.
Three, the blessed harbinger, who reaps the reaper’s heart.
All at last aeon’s end and all to end the aeon.”
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Destroyer of Light by Rachel Alexander (via ladavlckova)
@therkalexander I’m looking forward to see this prophecy fulfilled. So excited to read The Good Counselor.
(via thevagabondthoughts)
Strong women did a lot of the heavy lifting in ancient farming societies
Forget about emotional labor. Women living 5000 years ago had to deal with another lopsided workload: farming. Prehistoric women shouldered a major share of the hoeing, digging, and hauling in early agricultural societies, according to a new study. Now, by analyzing the bones of these women, scientists have shown that their upper body strength surpassed even today’s elite female athletes. The findings refute popularly held notions that early agrarian women shunned manual labor in favor of domestic work, and they suggest that then—as now—a woman’s work was never done.
“People haven’t typically focused on females in this society, [but] it’s very important for understanding … the divisions of labor that exist today,” says Hila May, an anthropologist at Tel Aviv University in Israel who studies evolutionary anatomy, but was not involved in the new work. “I wish we could go back and ask people how they lived, but all we have is bone.” Read more.
