Leigh Bardugo's Blog, page 538
June 4, 2014
nikolailantsov:
"I am a doll, I am a servant. Because I am a...
"I am a doll, I am a servant. Because I am a pretty thing and a soldier at the same time."
kayte-ghaffar:
In honor of the cover release of Leigh Bardugo’s...
In honor of the cover release of Leigh Bardugo’s new Ravkan folktale Little Knife, I thought I would share pictures of my hand bound edition of her first two. Both of her previous stories, The Two Clever Fox and The Witch of Duva, are contained in one volume. You simply flip it over to read the other story. I love seeing it on my shelf tucked in next to Shadow and Bone.
Little Knife will be available on Tor.com and at your favorite ebook retailer later this month. Meanwhile I will be insisting that Leigh write another folktale so I can make another two story volume.
Kayte gave me one of these volumes at an event and it is so beautiful.
"Little Knife" is coming! I love the cover art created by the Balbussos and I hope you guys do too.
June 3, 2014
michaeldantedimartino:
Today we finished the final sound mix of...
Today we finished the final sound mix of Book 3 at Levels audio. That’s our awesome mixer Adrian on the board mixing the sound effects, foley, dialogue, and music for the finale episode while Bryan watches behind him (usually I’m next to Bryan, but I was taking the photo). Can’t believe we’ve finished an entire season’s worth of shows. We’re so proud of everyone who worked so hard to make Book 3 the best season of Korra yet! I know you are all excited to watch — believe me, we’re excited to share it with you! I wish I could say I had some news about Korra’s release date, but I’m sorry to say I don’t.
cannot wait!
The stag didn’t move as I approached him, not even when I...
The stag didn’t move as I approached him, not even when I reached out my hand and laid it on his warm muzzle. His ears twitched slightly, his hide glowing milky white in the deepening gloom…I looked into the stag’s dark eyes and knew the feel of the earth beneath his steady hooves, the smell of pine in his nostrils, the powerful beat of his heart. I knew I could not be the one to end his life.
