Hail

hail

me: alright. i'm going to read more books this year. it's a resolution.

also me: *re-reads the Kingkiller Chronicle for the hundredth time while completely ignoring my TBF pile*

He has:

✔ Stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings

✔ Burned down the town of Trebon

✔ Spent the night with Felurian and left with both his sanity and his life

✔ Gotten expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in

✔ Trod paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day

✔ Talked to gods

✔ Loved women

✔ Made songs that made the minstrels weep

Bonus: you may have heard of him

What more could you need?

this is why i ever only idolize omnipotent eldritch beings who art beyond death

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

And when we finally kill the gods neither hell nor heaven will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us

Astyanax would beg to differ