The Dark Is Rising (The Dark Is Rising, #2)

by Susan Cooper

twenty-nine, a transplanted British author with three teenage stepchildren,

Age gap discoyrse lol

The dog’s tail went down, and it snarled, showing its teeth. “James!” said Will. “He won’t hurt you.

Uh better be talkin to the dog

It was then, without warning, that the fear came.

Lol thats caled a panic attack

spinney,

It was growing worse every minute. As if some huge weight were pushing at his mind, threatening, trying to take him over, turn him into something he didn’t want to be.

the branching tops of small trees and bushes jutted snow-laden from the mounding drifts, like white antlers from white rounded heads.

Oh look theres the intro

Expect nothing and fear nothing, here or anywhere.

“Today is your birthday. Midwinter Day, your eleventh Midwinter’s Day. Think back to yesterday, your tenth Midwinter’s Eve,

Math is wrong

You will be frightened, often, but never fear them. The powers of the Dark can do many things, but they cannot destroy. They cannot kill those of the Light. Not unless they gain a final dominion over the whole earth.

benison.

They seized you, through your impatience and your hope. They love to twist good emotion to accomplish ill.”

midwinter power of the Dark, which none but the Lady can overcome alone—and even she, only at great cost. Take heart; at the proper time, she will return.”

“we of the Circle are planted only loosely within Time.

For all times co-exist, and the future can sometimes affect the past, even though the past is a road that leads to the future….

But forests are not biddable places, and the kings were without knowing it establishing a haven too for the powers of the Dark, which might otherwise have been driven back then to the mountains and remotenesses of the North….

Yeah fuck conservation! Animals suck

The animals, Will found, were no longer frightened of him. If anything, they seemed more affectionate than before.

The Old Ones can be cruel, cruel….

He’s been frightened for so long, Will thought, that he’s forgotten how to stop. How awful, to be so absolutely lonely.

Conpasion

“You must know I’m not part of the Dark. Think. You saw the Rider try to strike me down.”

Also logic

He was a wretched thing, Will thought pityingly. But somehow he had to be made to understand.

Losing points

In an instant, all the fear and suspicion in the twisted old face relaxed into childish obedience.

Uh

He has been waiting for you to be born, and to stand alone with him and command the Sign from him, for time past your imagining.

Uh

Poor soul. He betrayed the Old Ones once, long ago, and this was his doom.”

Farmer Dawson is one of the Old Ones, he must be warned about her

a beautiful filigree cross that Max had fashioned out of copper wire in his first year at art school.

“Will,” she said, “you don’t exist.”

The clear, husky sound of the flute fell through the air like bars of light and filled Will with a strange aching longing, a sense of something waiting far off, that he could not understand.

it was so clear that she knew him and that those around her, men and women, young and old, all smiling and gay, knew him too.

“It is the third Sign, Will. The Sign of Wood. We call it sometimes the Sign of Learning.

every hundred years, the Sign of Wood must be renewed, for it is the only one of the six that cannot keep its nature unchanged.

when your own century comes you will take it out for all time, for the joining, and there need be no more renewing then.”

How old is she in present dayv like 120

there will come a day when the root of an oak tree will play a very important part in your young life.

“Hawkin,” Merriman said. The word was very gentle, even loving, but it was a command. The

not a fan of m using this guy he basically raised

Hawkin collapsed into a sitting heap, with a throaty gasp of such terrified relief that Will stared at him in astonishment.

m drained his life force?

Hawkin was back on his feet, though there was no colour in his face. Breathing unevenly, he leaned against the wall, and Will looked at him in concern. But Merriman, ignoring him, went on,

And the Lords of the Dark can speak it too, though never without a certain betraying accent of their own.”

Omg they have a regional accent

There were simple enough titles to each page: Of Flying; Of Challenge; Of the Words of Power; Of Resistance; Of Time through the Doors. But instead of presenting him with a story or instruction, the book would give simply a snatch of verse or a bright image, which somehow had him instantly in the midst of whatever experience was involved.

water was the one element that could in some measure defy all magic; for moving water would tolerate no magic whether for evil or good, but would wash it away as if it had never been made.

with one of the six great Signs born in each age.

gaining a new Lord of the Dark whenever a man deliberately chose to be changed into something more dread and powerful than his fellows.

Such creatures were not born to their doom, like the Old Ones, but chose it.

A bit of classism "born to powr = good" "seeking power = bad". Will by chance is definitely more dread than his family

as this Victorian Miss Greythorne was a kind of early echo of the Miss Greythorne that he knew.

I have made the worst mistake that an Old One may make,

Arrogance?

To put more trust in a mortal man than he has the strength to take—it

Oh Laaaaaaamme

If it had come to the worst, and the Dark had forced me by magic to take out the Book for them, then before I could begin, the Light would have killed Hawkin. That would have kept the Book safe forever, for in that case, I could not have worked the spell of release by touching him while taking out the Book.

Omg whyyyyy also what if thye dark waits until thye book is already out and then nabs it

I wish that I had made sure that he really knew the risk he ran.

U dot say

for he might also have been destroyed today, by me, if I had accidentally touched the pendulum.

he is only a man,”

he loves as a man, requiring proof of love in return. My mistake was in ignoring the risk that this might be so.

Wut "my mistake was chosing a human who wasnt self sacrificing enough" this had bwtter be periming will to sacrifice himself.

It was only in that moment that Hawkin fully understood that I was prepared to let him die. And now that he has understood it, he will never forgive me for not loving him as much—in his terms—as he has loved me, his lord.

AND HAWKINS IS RIGHT LITERALLY ALL OF THIS IS TRUE. ok lets here your terms for love where its fine to use someone for your cause and coerce their cobsent without making sure they know what they're consenting too. Im curious. In what sense is that love