Scrolling through, I see you plan to read more Lissa Evans, and am here to say Old Baggage is a novel I love like a dear friend.

Team pie.

"The next arrow spat by my ear, but I was low, shield raised, Smoke at a gallop, spear swung down ready by the time the third arrow missed ... Maybe they thought me blinded by the snow-dazzle dapple..." The Wolf and the Wild King #SolsticeAdventCalendar Day 7
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Oh, I loved that when it came out, and haven’t seen it since.

This is so incredibly cool, and I wish I’d known sooner. I went through a phase of being absolutely fascinated by Eleanor of Aquitaine (as she is known in English), troubadour poetry, and even fencing. Alas, my life has diverged from this, and my Romance languages have deteriorated.

Ha! I wouldn’t be so sure. And I am sorry I didn’t see that reply, because I am interested in your aptitude for (French, I presume?) Early Modern courtly verse.

It’s not even that, although I feel that way too. There are things I can do to live by, and I’m fortunate enough to have some financial security.
It’s something to do with a virtuosity almost no-one cares about. I am like a flint-knapper in the Bronze Age. 😘😘

Maybe it’s because at some level it breaks my heart that the thing I am a fucking champion at is simply not a marketable skill in the century I live in.

*sniffles* But Baldur was sweetness and light.

I just don’t think they’ve got it them to duck the cliché.

He’s going to be allergic to pluckiness, friendship, indomitable hope.

I guarantee you if we took all the funding away from the legendary assholes and gave it to talented nice people, we would have an equal if not greater amount of good movies and fewer traumatized and miserable assistants, crew, and actors.

I hope she does too, because this is a man who might kill her.