These are the contexts of the quotes tweeted from @sueannbowling between October 16 and October 22, 2014. All but the last are from “A Tangled Web” by Mercedes Lackey, a story in Harvest Moon.
“Having Aphrodite on your side was almost worse than having her as an enemy.” Persephone’s thought as she weaves (reluctantly.)
“Oh, the curse of being able to see clearly, both sides of everything!” Still Persephone, annoyed that she can see her mother’s side as well as her own.
“So much power seemed coupled with so little forethought.” Demeter’s reflection on the Olympian gods as a whole.
“If godmothers are so good at keeping things from getting out of hand, why are gods so bad at it?” Here the reference is to the gods of Olympus or Valhalla.
“Mortals, given the choice, would rather not think too far ahead, or even think at all.” Brunehilde to Leopold, suggesting that the reason these gods are as they are is because they owe their existence to the mortals who worship them – thus they have mortal failings.
“All mothers are like that, I think.” Brunhilde, after Persephone complains that her mother still considers her a child.
“A self-trained esper is always cause for worry.” Sue Ann Bowling, Homecoming. Derry is just beginning to suspect what he may be facing in Roi.
The sun will rise this morning at 9, and set 9 hours and 10 minutes later at 6:10. Weather? Well, I haven’t been outdoors much, but the weather report says back and forth through freezing this week. I doubt the snow will that, though.
I’m now in an assisted living facility, still tethered tp the oxygen supply. Just as well I didn’t try to go home, as I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have come close to managing.
Weekend Writing Warrior and Snippet Sunday. Maybe I’ll get home this week.
Henceforth, he’d suggest to the Council, any councilor who had to leave Central to untangle a sticky situation beyond one-ended teleport range would take an aide who could anchor a return teleport. For the few member systems beyond two-ended range, they’d set up a chain of anchors. And members in the field would keep in touch with Council decisions.
“Good idea,” Mako said when Roi’s office had become a temporary meeting place for the eleven that the regent trusted. “But it wouldn’t have stopped this vote. Zhaim may have been—must have been—lobbying those who voted for it. The rest of us had no warning at all.”
Year 53 Day 112
I had no idea WildDog’s idea would be so popular.
Not that I wasn’t ready to ease my own sexual frustration! In fact, the women of the People have been looking more and more attractive to me. My night with WildDog’s wife proved that the likeness was even closer than I supposed. We fit in every way possible. It’s just as well that offspring are impossible, or I’d be tempted to settle down with a local wife.
At this point, with the People getting ready to leave on their annual migration, I think about half of the shamans have insisted I sleep with their women, to pass the “powers” on to them. Truth to tell, I’m getting a bit exhausted.
Here are the contexts of the quotes tweeted from October 9 through October 15, 2014. All but the last are from The Two Towers, by JRR Tolkien.
“Oft evil will shall evil mar.” Theoden, quoting a saying to Gandalf as they discuss the palantir.
“Perilous to us all are the devices of an art deeper than we possess ourselves.” Gandalf, discussing how the palantir may have led to Sauruman’s downfall.
“If it must be, let’s get it over.” Sam, when Frodo has decided to climb down the face of the Emyn Muil by rope.
“If we kill him, we must kill him outright.” Frodo, after they have captured Gollum.
“What he means to do is another matter.” Frodo, still considering what to do with Gollum.
“Now that I see him, I do pity him.” Frodo, replying to his memory of Gandalf’s words about Gollum, back in the Shire. (It was the Shire in the book, though the speech was moved to Moira in the movie.)
“Just try and stop me.” Sue Ann Bowling, Homecoming. Marna’s response to Lai’s suggestion that they take in Roi.
The sun will rise this morning at 8:38 in the morning, and set 9 hours and 57 minutes later at 6:35 this evening. Weather? There’s snow on the ground, with about an even chance whether it’s going to be the start of the seasonal snowpack. Temperatures for the next few days are expected to go back and forth through freezing, with both rain and snow forecast.
All I can tell for sure out of the hospital window is that the ground is white and the sky hazy. Yes, still the hospital. I’m out of the ICU, but still very dependent on oxygen and probably stuck here for the next few days, at least.
After that? Still very much up in the air.
Sunday’s the day for snippets from all kinds of authors. To find those posting on Weekend Writing Warriors, click the logo above; for snippet Sunday click the logo below. Today’s snippet is a continuation from Rescue Operation.
None of the other three had really finished the jobs they had left Central to do, but Derry had an answer to that. Is Cory around? he asked. If he is, boost him out—I’ll anchor. Then he can anchor for me to get me back here.
That’d work for them all, Roi realized—and for him, next time he needed to leave Central. He’d already decided never again to leave without setting up regular contact with someone he trusted. Any High R’il’noid could anchor over the distances usually spanned within the Confederation, and there were generally a few working as aides to the Inner councilors.
Sorry for the old photo today, but I’m still in the hospital fighting this laptop. At least I’m back in Fairbanks, but as those who read this blog know, I went back the the emergency room Saturday when I couldn’t keep food down. They diagnosed pneumonia and were ready to take me to Xray when I had a heart attack. The heart attack apparently did no damage to my heart, but was due to my blood magnesium being so low it wasn’t getting the right electrical stimulation.
The whole thing can probably be traced to my ovarian, and possibly my breast, cancer going metastatic. Yeah, even the right lung may be cancer rater than pneumonia. So far there’s no pain, but my doctor came by yesterday afternoon and said probably 6-12 months.
So I’m looking for beta readers and possibly a literary executor of the Horizon War trilogy: Rescue Operation, Both Sides Now, and War’s End. Any volunteers?
“You want me to do what?” I gasped at WildDog.
“To sleep with my wife,” he said calmly, “that some of your power may pass to her, and through her to me.”
I gulped. These People were very like the R’il’noids in many ways, but I was sure our DNA was so different that no offspring could come from such a mating. And if it reassured WildDog, why not? Face it, I’m lonely.
Well, I’m still not sure when they’re sending me home of if they are. My family practice doc was in today, and says 6 to 12 months of life left. I saw the attourney today to draw up a will, power of attourney and health directives My first priority is getting the trilogy to iUniverse, so the blog is going to be a very occasional thing. I’m going to start jumping ahead in Jarn’s Journal, so you an see where the Jarnian confederation got it’s name, and why all of us have a little bit of Jarn in us. I will try occasionally to get on WWW, too, but that’s about all. Does anyone know about literary executor?
As some of you know, I live alone. They won’t let me go home to that. For one thing, I still can’t use the walker without help, for another I will need oxygen for the immediate future, if not for the rest of my life.
Sorry, but at this point it’s hospice and palliative care. I just hope I can get home to my regular computer. I hate the touchpad on the laptop.