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Whoever Mrs. Myrddin is, she’s not relevant to my scholarly inquiries.”
Dumb. She must know if her husband was a fraud like you think he kept it all a big secret???
Effy could think of at least five rebuttals, but in the end she just pressed her lips shut.
Thats one way of saying tge widows a big freakin deal but thye plots not ready
no architect worth their salt forgot to finish their cross sections (just Effy, and that was mostly apathy, not incompetence),
wicked—or worse, ambivalent—gods.
I dont think she ilknows what that word means
can hear the mermaids singing
Not my brain completing "each to each"
Their hair
Thee white hair of billows blown back
“And I had time to get coffee and everything.”
She cstil hasnt eaten by my watch
Effy swallowed a small sip and gagged. Of course Preston Héloury took his coffee black.
Or maybe she cant eat human food
“But she can’t really be that sanctimonious,” Effy said as they rounded the corner to the bedchamber, “or else she wouldn’t have married an Argantian.” “You’d be surprised how much cognitive dissonance people are capable of.”
Prophecy on the cognitive dissonance
a small, rust-speckled mirror. Effy was surprised to see it. Yet when she examined the mirror more closely, she realized the glass had been oxidized so thoroughly
Mrs. Myrddin was in her chambers, she must have been sleeping. Or, a small voice nagged at Effy, she might not exist at all.
Oh yeah what if emrys never had a family and ianto is actually him passing himself off as the son
but then he must have invited preston
The headlines were very arbitrary:
No they aint
Ianto’s reading taste appeared to be more lurid. Mostly mysteries and romances, the sorts of books she knew Preston would call pedestrian.
Omg we get SPECIFICS
“There can’t just be nothing. What sort of man scrubs a house so thoroughly of his dead father’s memory?” It was the second time Preston had brought that up, and she wondered why the fact seemed to bother him so much.
can’t know what you’d do until it happens to you.” “As it happens,” Preston replied, “my father is dead.”
Womo womp
His eyes, which were a pale brown,
“Look at us,” she said finally. “Two fatherless children marooned in a sinking house. We ought to be careful that Ianto doesn’t decide to slit our throats over the new foundation.”
Effy wondered if perhaps that was what Ianto truly wanted from her: a house that could protect him from the Fairy King.
He came for young girls with pale hair
Uh effy isz a blonde
He shined the candle around,
Shone
Effy got the same feeling she had felt while paging through those old books in the university library—like she was discovering something arcane and secret and special, something that belonged, in some small way, to her.
Adult materials was the sort of euphemism only an academic would come up with.
Im surprised shes not more sad he can't see the abuse
The handwriting was not Ianto’s.
Maybe shw wrote it?
She had no way of knowing, but she felt very certain that the girl in the pictures was dead.
She has written a few poems of her own.
Effy stared and stared at the line a woman’s mind is too frivolous. It stung her like a snakebite, a sudden whiplash of pain. Angharad was anything but frivolous. She was shrewd and daring,
If Myrddin really thought so little of women, why had he written Angharad at all?
Mr. Marlowe is greatly excited for the reinvention of Emrys Myrddin.
Big Eyes confirmed
When Effy gave him a dour look, he went on: “And no, I’ve never personally been a fan. I find his work to be . . . well, tedious.” Finally, something they could agree on.
Lol how she has to make sure he didjt like it
Her gaze kept darting back to the green chaise in the corner. She could imagine the girl there,
Ew
I don’t see how you could write a book like Angharad if you really believed women were empty-headed and frivolous.”
The Myrddin from the photograph on the jacket of Angharad and the Myrddin of this diary were like two yoked oxen pulling in opposite directions, and as much as Effy tried, she could not hold them together. “Cognitive dissonance,”
Wetherell swears he saw the tracks of a wolf—he
The handwriting matched the handwriting in Myrddin’s diary.
Myrddin had believed all those things and still written Angharad
Al those is one line. He coukd have changed his mkind
That was one thing all the Sleepers had in common: they had to be from the South.
It’s different from objective truth.” Effy laughed shortly. “No wonder you’re such a terrible liar.”
Lol this is kinda funny
Effy had never thought much about the lies she told—she didn’t feel good about them, but they didn’t rend her apart with guilt, either.
The Fairy King, the ghost, Ianto’s strange conversation.
Lol if the ghost really did summon preston so she coulod get her author credit and get injto the sleeeper museum
The Fairy King had not appeared to her since that day in the car, and Ianto had never brought up the incident. To him, it seemed, the whole event had never occurred.
Possible FK just likes to wear an nianto suit sometimes
But Effy had a childish, frivolous quality to it. She didn’t want Blackmar to think of her as frivolous.
changeling children were a barbaric custom, practiced only by peasants in the Bottom Hundred.
That apeared out of nowhere right now
He fired my father, banished him back to the South. He was from the Bottom Hundred—one of those upstart provincial geniuses.”
Or maybe she had always been wrong. A wicked fae creature from the unreal world, stranded unfairly in the real one.
She didn’t mean to expose me, to let me die—”
Yeah she probably woukd have dokne it when efgy was a newborn
The feminine variation of Eupheme, patron saint of storytellers.
She didn’t add the last of what the Fairy King had said: That he had taken her ring finger so that no other man could put a wedding band on it.
Of a six year old? eh thats purity culture
even if you were a difficult child—whatever that means—there’s no justification for your mother wanting you dead.
Her mother had pulled Effy right from the Fairy King’s grasp, leaving just a finger behind. That was love, wasn’t it?
If she told Preston she had seen the Fairy King in the car with Ianto, he would realize he had made a terrible mistake in trusting her to help him. He would never believe another word she said.
This is a well realized conflict
