Fanart Friday: Liannan from The Demon’s Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan.
I absolutely fell in love with the character of Liannan and the concept of her grasping for warmth in the never ending cold of her existence. I also love the imagery of her bright red hair against her pale, cool skin.
Done in acrylic on canvas panel.
Just incredibly beautiful art of my demon baby lady. Happy TDL day darlin’s!
There’s a secret no one tells.
AY! MAZ! ING!
Look at the movement! And how it is like a portrait! And it is so MYSTERIOUS and ATMOSPHERIC.
Call the Nobel committee and tell them of this genius! I am so fortunate!
And girl, look at these panels.
Thursday 15:00 - 16:30
YA writes seem particuarly keen on supernatural monsters. Have we mined out the traditional ones — the Vampires, demons and zombies? What fresh angles would breathe new afterlife into them? Or do we need a whole slew of fresh beasts to keep the reader’s interest?
Ellen Datlow, Tom Pollock, Sarah Rees Brennan, V. E. Schwab, Oisin McGann
Friday 10:00 - 11:00
Some female warriors represent the norm in their fantasy or science fictional societies and are expected to train and fight alongside their men. Others are “exceptions”, who need to battle the prejudice of their colleagues just as much as their enemies. Panelists will discuss female fighters of every kind, taking examples both from real life and fiction. What are the strengths and weaknesses of the characters under discussion? How has representation of female warriors changed over time? How does the author’s treatment of these characters vary by genre if at all?
Friday 15:00 - 16:30
Romance is in the air! Authors discuss the trend of weaving romantic entanglements into young adult literature. From true love to pining for that special someone, authors tackle the thorny subject of love, sex, and the supernatural—not to mention the fateful first kiss. What is it about a supernatural love interest that leaves mere mortals a distant second? Is there a discernible difference in how teen romance is handled between SF/F and its peer genres? And how far is too far when writing teen romance?
Sunday 18:00 - 19:00
To what extent do modern fantasy novels play on readers’ familiarity - and fatigue - with genre tropes and conventions? For example, Andrzej Sapkowski, Justina Robson and Raymond E Feist have all created worlds in which the traditional Tolkienian model of benevolent, wiser-than-thou elves is challenged in various ways. Is deconstruction a new trend, or has genre fantasy been doing it for decades? How do recent debates about the cultural specificity of the English-language fantastic, and the lack of relevance of this aesthetic for audiences outside North America and the UK, affect our views of these issues?
Kate Heartfield (M), Ana Grilo, Stanislaw Krawczyk, Sarah Rees Brennan, Patrick Rothfuss
How fancy am I, fancying with these fancy people? I am VERY much looking forward to Lonconing it up!
Kami being pensive…
for why are you sad, Kami?
Wait, I remember…
1st: This is, um, not the last part of the story. It, um, ran overlong again. The next part is the last!
2nd: I would not usually post on a Saturday, but this is a special Saturday. This is Kelly’s birthday! Happy birthday, sweet Kelly: without you none of this would be.
3rd: I hope you guys enjoy!
(Source: horchatita, via monanotlisa)
He knew what was wrong with him: awkward, spiky, occasionally cruel, inherently unlovable, all of that. But he’d always had a certain intense belief in what he could do: write treaties, end wars, throw all the knives away, make people listen to him, accomplish whatever he wanted. - Sarah Rees Brennan, The Turn of the Story
Aw, what a magnificent side-eye. I love art that conveys personality, and I feel very lucky. ;)
… for the next part of the Turn of the Story?
' The shop only stayed open until four on Saturdays. Elliot was going to have to go back to his house and his father.
Maybe he could go to Luke’s after all. Maybe Luke wouldn’t really mind.
Elliot shook his head at himself, and switched songs. The next was good, jaunty, with a clapping, swinging beat: Elliot vigorously strummed the guitar and sang at his own dumb feelings.
He looked down automatically at the touch of a hand on his: not in alarm, as Joe had tried to teach him the basics of guitar before.
When he looked down, the hand was definitely not Joe’s. Joe did not have barbed wire tattoos on his knuckles.
Elliot squawked, twisted around and brandished the electronic guitar in a threatening manner at a total stranger, some blond guy with a goatee and a few more tattoos.
“Whoa,” said the stranger. “Hi.” ‘