The weather is a bit dreary around here, all gray skies and spitting rain and singing winds. It’s the perfect kind of weather to stay curled up in bed with a book or watching movies with a mug of a warm drink.
Rachel does a lot of work at home now, and I was so jealous seeing her sticking on one of the extended edition disks of The Lord of the Rings as I was leaving for work!
I’m actually looking forward to the cooler seasons, and the rain and wind from these past few days seem to be heralding them in. Heat and humidity are not my friends!
Why couldn’t my teachers be this epic?
There’s a middle school teacher who decorated his classroom into a “Harry Potter wonderland” for his incoming students. Having that dedication to a book series is just amazing, but to share that passion with students is wonderful.
Most of the decorations seem to be trinkets that the teacher had for years since he was a teen himself and reading the books, so it wasn’t that pricey for him to splurge on decorations. It’s incredibly heartwarming to me for a book series to touch someone enough to want to share that with others, especially students. It shows his passion for not only Harry Potter but for reading in general, and his decorating skills are going to forge such a special connection with his students that I’m a little envious about. I can only hope that the teacher’s passion will shine through enough to inspire the students to show their passion about something just as much.
Here’s to everyone who has that special book or series or television show or song that they can gush about just enough to bond with another!
Because I don’t have enough books to read on my shelf…
Saturday morning, Rachel and I found ourselves at our local Barnes and Noble, like we tend to do most weeks. Generally, we write or edit or plan out our stories, and while we had every intention of doing so, our feet carried us from the cafe to the bookshelves instead of a table to work.
I knew I had wanted to pick up Wonder Woman: Warbringer when we first walked into the bookstore. The book is actually the first in a not-quite series of four novels about some of the more popular DC heroes, all written by some of the most popular authors nowadays. Warbringer happens to be the first that was published — which makes sense considering the amazing popularity of the movie, even if the timing is merely coincidence — and was written by Leigh Bardugo. Bardugo is also the author of the Six of Crows duology. I read Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom each in a day, and I’m confident that Bardugo is an author that will do Wonder Woman justice.
Warcross was a find by Rachel and is authored by Marie Lu, who is best known for her Legends series. While I have never read any books by Lu, the premise of Warcross sounded interesting enough for us to pick up the novel. The main setting seems to be a massively popular video game world with the story revolving around a hacker who has been commissioned to weed out a security problem in the game’s biggest tournament.
What books have you picked up recently?
“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” were the words that tumbled out of the healer’s mouth when he exited the castle’s infirmary.
Aidan gripped his lance tight enough to make his hands start smoking, but he calmed down enough to say, “Good news.”
“The queen is getting better.” The dark-skinned healer glanced back toward the infirmary and murmured something about how odd it was that the queen was doing so well. “Quite a turnaround, really.”
“That’s excellent,” Aidan said. His grip loosened on his weapon as he tried to peer into the room beyond the healer. “What’s the bad news?”
“Come and see for yourself.” The healer gestured into the infirmary and followed the soldier in. The room was quiet, save for the soft footsteps of the men, as he checked on the women in the beds.
Queen Mystral had a healthy pink color in her cheeks, and her chest moved in a steady rhythm as she peacefully slept. Jars and containers of ointments and medicines were on the bedside table, and Aidan glanced through them, his curiosity demanding to know what the medicines were, how they were made, why the country didn’t put more emphasis on the healing arts instead of focusing on the army.
The princess, spending much of her time between running the country in her mother’s absence and visiting the infirmary, was lying on the bed adjacent to the queen. Princess Anila’s pale face was wrinkled with distress, her breathing coming in ragged breaths, and sweat was upon her brow.
“The bad news,” the healer said slowly, “is that the princess is not getting better.”
“Her Royal Highness wasn’t sick.”
“She is now.” The healer took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even further. “Quite a turnaround, really…”
Aidan raised an eyebrow. “You said that already about the queen.”
“It applies to the princess too,” the healer said. His eyes were downcast and his shoulders shook from his deep sigh. “I’m sorry…”
“You helped the queen,” Aidan said, “and I’m sure you did your best for the princess. Perhaps she’ll have another turnaround, as you say.”
The healer shook his head. “I don’t think so. I don’t believe that the princess will get up again. Princess Anila wasn’t responding to any of the remedies I tried with the queen. In fact…”
Aidan prompted the healer when the other man wasn’t going to elaborate on his own. “In fact what? What is it?”
The healer’s words dropped to a whisper. “I’m not even sure the queen responded to my remedies. It seems the gods have a hand on her shoulder. Her recovery is nothing short of a miracle.”
“You must have done something,” Aidan said. “I’m sure this miracle wouldn’t have had a chance without your help.”
The healer suddenly chuckled. “Are you always this encouraging?” he asked. “Are you the type of soldier that cheers on his opponent in a spar?”
Aidan rolled his eyes. “If you’re done, healer–”
“Doyle.” The healer stuck out his hand to the soldier. “My name is Doyle Lorz.”
“Aidan Basset.” The soldier returned the handshake. “Now, if you’re done here, the soldier at the front gate will give you your payment. I’ll keep an eye on the queen and the princess.”
“I’m sure they’re in good hands with you.” Doyle tipped his hat to Aidan. “Call me if anything changes.”
“Of course.” Aidan watched the healer go. Doyle’s firm footfalls receded from Aidan’s ears only to be replaced by the lumbering steps of Queen Mystral’s closest advisor.
“Her Majesty?” Zion came into the infirmary, his gaze riveted on the queen’s prone form.
“The healer said she’s doing well,” Aidan said. “Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for the princess… Hopefully she’ll make a turnaround just as her mother had.”
Zion made a noncommittal grunt and took a seat beside the queen’s bed. Aidan cast one last look at the princess before leaving the care of the women to Zion.
It was a mere two days later that the queen was well enough to personally plan her daughter’s funeral.