Things never happen the same way twice.
It’s fascinating to read this back to back with The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (as you should if you’re reading them in published order). For the children, only a year has passed, but for Narnia, it’s been far, far longer. So long, in fact, that talking animals, walking trees, and even Aslan himself are little more than myths and the Age of Man has come to a land we once knew.
Such adorable little stories to read to your little ones. Not much of a deep plot, but rather a series of short stories all about the trials and tribulations of a Little Bear and their relationship-unspecified Big Bear. Worth reading.
I cam to The Calculating Stars by way of the Writing Excuses podcast. I’ve read all of Brandon Sanderson , most of Howard Tayler’s [Schlock Mercenary](https://www.goodreads.com/series/50869-schlock- mercenary) series, and Dan Wells ’s Partials and I Am Not a Serial Killer series and loved them all. The one outstanding author? Mary Robinette Kowal .
I was not at all disappointed.
So. Charming survived. And now he’s a Maharaja in a world of Indian Fables. I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised.
Storywise, it’s pretty crazy. It’s awesome to see the character growth. He’s an ass, but he’s got a lot of potential. A near death, saving the world… might just do the thing?
Back to Fairest (slightly out of order). This time we have Rapunzel in Japan, somehow or another, and another appearance of Jack–isn’t he a Dragon now? Did I miss something?
With the influence of Japanese Fables to the mix, this is by far one of the weirder books:
And now we have the fallout from Fables, Vol. 16: Super Team. North Wind sacrificed himself to defeat Mr. Dark, but in the way of these stories, there must always be a North Wind. And since there are a whole pile of direct descendents (in Bigby and Snow’s children), well, perhaps one of them will become king.
Another day, another Fables subseries. In a nutshell, we have the Winter Queen (back again for the first time in a while) and Sleeping Beauty, both woken by ’true loves’ kiss’ gone all complicated, as things are wont to do.
The real battle for your own soul isn’t about falling from a great height; it’s about descending, or not, one choice at a time.
That right there. Battle Ground That is the second half of Peace Talks. They should have been one book, and are best read back to back like that. But so it goes.
Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn’t need more than one syllable. Home is part of the fabric of who humans are. Doesn’t matter if you’re a vampire or a wizard or a secretary or a schoolteacher; you have to have a home, even if only in principle-there has to be a zero point from which you can make comparisons to everything else. Home tends to be it.
Holy crap.
