Jan. 7th, 2016

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Day 7

In your own space, share a favorite piece of original canon (a TV episode, a song, a favorite interview, a book, a scene from a movie, etc) and explain why you love it so much. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

This is a hard one to pick but yesterday I read the newest October Daye story by Seanan McGuire and was reminded how much I adore her writing.

For reference, this story and others that aren't in anthologies are posted here. I recommend investigating her site as she writes lyrics, books, short stories and so many fantastic works that inspire me. The latest story Heaps of Pearl overall wouldn't make sense without lots of backstory but I've found a quote that doesn't need it. I love how McGuire writes dialogue and people that feel real.

"This is the King's kitchen, missy," said a passing serving girl, sounding faintly offended. "We never run out of cheese."

"You heard the lady," said Dianda, turning back to me. "I'll expect your entire life story now, if you would be so kind. Don't make me ask again. There's still the chance that I'll grow weary of your company and hit you with a chair."

"You are very hard on the furniture," I said. It was difficult to keep the amusement out of my voice. It would have been utterly impossible, had I not been so thoroughly baffled. Dianda was, by any objective measure, beautiful. Her motions were quick and precise, underpinned by the sort of purpose that I rarely saw among the idle nobility. Her features were pleasant, and while she was lovely when she smiled, I thought she was twice as fine when she scowled. The fact that she allowed herself to frown was enough to set her apart from most of the nobles I knew. They kept their faces pleasantly neutral, lest they betray an actual emotion to someone who could use it against them. The embroidery on her gown was elegantly done, ornamented with bits of pearl and sea glass. She was lovely, intelligent, interesting...and sitting with me. Clearly, there was something terribly wrong with her. That, or she simply hadn't been warned about the local social structure yet, and this was an opportunity I was never going to have again.


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