#(( felurian ))

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Kvothe, talking about felurian: I had such fun with felurian, the most fun, it was amazing and magical and I was only a little scared for my life, but that only made it more interesting. Like, it was so educational spending time with her, and so fun, of course I had fun. I could have left at any time, I just didn't want to kill her. Like, why wouldn't I have fun, I learned how to have sex and how to do magic, why wouldn't that be fun, I'm not crying, and I am totally fine, why would you ask that?

[jenlizrose]

Felurian 🦋

[edotvie]

Felurian thae

[amigodegandalf]

Mejores frases del autor Patrick Rothfuss

#patrickrothfuss #kvothe #frases #elnombredelviento #eltemordeunhombresabio #laspuertasdepiedra #frasesdelibros

[confused-stars]

It's that time again where I want to write a faerie horror story because I'm filled with spite at all the fae romance where they're just. basically feudal Twilight vampires

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

we just made each other's makeup for hours with my childhood friend's little sister and at the end she fell asleep on my knee and i let her sleep while i was finishing her makeup

it was the most beautiful makeup i have ever made 🦋✨

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Note: Good Omens is by both Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, it just doesn't fit in the character limit lol

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (2011)

The circus arrives without warning. No announcement precedes it, no paper notices plastered on lampposts and billboards. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

Within these nocturnal black-and-white-striped tents awaits an utterly unquie experience, a feast did the senses, where no one can be lost in a maze of clouds, meander through a lush garden muse of ice, stare in wonderment as the tattooed contortionist folds herself into a small glass box, and become deliciously tipsy from the scents of caramel and cinnamon that waft through the air.

Welcome to Le Cirque des Rêvez.

Beyond the smoke and mirrors, however, a fierce competition is under way—a contest between two young illusionists, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood to compete in a “game” to which they have been irrevocably bound by their mercurial masters. Unbeknownst to the players, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battles of imagination and will.

As the circus travels around the world, the feats of magic gain fantastical new heights with every stop. The game is well under way and the lives of all those involved—the eccentric circus owner, the elusive contortionist, the mystical fortune-teller, and a pair of red-haired twins born backstage among them—are swept up in a wake of spells and charms.

But when Celia discovers Marco is her adversary, they begin to think of the game not as a competition but as a wonderful collaboration. With no knowledge of how the game must end, they innocently tumble headfirst into love. A deep, passionate, and magical love that makes the light flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands.

Their masters still pull the strings, however, and this unforeseen occurrence forces them to intervene with dangerous consequences, leaving the lives of everyone from the performers to the patrons hanging in the balance.

The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss (2007-present)

My name is Kvothe.   I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.   You may have heard of me.

So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature--the story of a hero told in his own voice. It is a tale of sorrow, a tale of survival, a tale of one man's search for meaning in his universe, and how that search, and the indomitable will that drove it, gave birth to a legend.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (2015-2016)

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price—and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone. . . .

A convict with a thirst for revenge A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager A runaway with a privileged past A spy known as the Wraith A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes

Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction—if they don’t kill each other first.

American Gods by Neil Gaiman (2001)

Days before his release from prison, Shadow's wife, Laura, dies in a mysterious car crash. Numbly, he makes his way back home. On the plane, he encounters the enigmatic Mr Wednesday, who claims to be a refugee from a distant war, a former god and the king of America.

Together they embark on a profoundly strange journey across the heart of the USA, whilst all around them a storm of preternatural and epic proportions threatens to break.

Scary, gripping and deeply unsettling, American Gods takes a long, hard look into the soul of America. You'll be surprised by what - and who - it finds there...

The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer (2012-2015)

Humans and androids crowd the raucous streets of New Beijing. A deadly plague ravages the population. From space, a ruthless lunar people watch, waiting to make their move. No one knows that Earth's fate hinges on one girl. . . . 

Cinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She's a second-class citizen with a mysterious past, reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister's illness. But when her life becomes intertwined with the handsome Prince Kai's, she suddenly finds herself at the center of an intergalactic struggle, and a forbidden attraction. Caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, she must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect her world's future. 

The Princess Bride by William Goldman (1973)

Westley ... handsome farm boy who risks death and much, much worse for the woman he loves; Inigo ... the Spanish swordsman who lives only to avenge his father's death; Fezzik ... the Turk, the gentlest giant ever to have uprooted a tree with his bare hands; Vizzini ... the evil Sicilian, with a mind so keen he's foiled by his own perfect logic; Prince Humperdinck ... the eviler ruler of Guilder, who has an equally insatiable thirst for war and the beauteous Buttercup; Count Rugen ... the evilest man of all, who thrives on the excruciating pain of others; Miracle Max ... the King's ex-Miracle Man, who can raise the dead (kind of); The Dread Pirate Roberts ... supreme looter and plunderer of the high seas; and, of course, Buttercup ... the princess bride, the most perfect, beautiful woman in the history of the world.

S. Morgenstern's timeless tale--discovered and wonderfully abridged by William Goldman--pits country against country, good against evil, love against hate. From the Cliffs of Insanity through the Fire Swamp and down into the Zoo of Death, this incredible journey and brilliant tale is peppered with strange beasties both monstrous and gentle, and memorable surprises both terrible and sublime.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl (1964)

Willy Wonka's famous chocolate factory is opening at last!

But only five lucky children will be allowed inside. And the winners are: Augustus Gloop, an enormously fat boy whose hobby is eating; Veruca Salt, a spoiled-rotten brat whose parents are wrapped around her little finger; Violet Beauregarde, a dim-witted gum-chewer with the fastest jaws around; Mike Teavee, a toy pistol-toting gangster-in-training who is obsessed with television; and Charlie Bucket, Our Hero, a boy who is honest and kind, brave and true, and good and ready for the wildest time of his life! 

The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare (2010-2013)

Magic is dangerous--but love is more dangerous still. 

When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos. 

Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What's more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own. 

Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by--and torn between--two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm's length . . . everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world. . . . and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.

Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (1990)

The world is preparing to come to an end according to the Divine Plan recorded in the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (recorded 1655). Meanwhile, a fussy angel and a fast-living demon have grown fond of living among the earth's mortals for many millennia and are not looking forward to the apocalypse. If Crowley and Aziraphale are going to stop it from happening, they must find and kill the Antichrist.

Coraline by Neil Gaiman (2002)

In Coraline's family's new flat there's a locked door. On the other side is a brick wall—until Coraline unlocks the door . . . and finds a passage to another flat in another house just like her own. Only different.

The food is better there. Books have pictures that writhe and crawl and shimmer. And there's another mother and father there who want Coraline to be their little girl. They want to change her and keep her with them. . . . Forever.

[theoakleafpancake]

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the university at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

You may have heard of me.

[Image ID: A drawing of Kvothe. His hair is down to his shoulders and red. His eyes are bright green and his skin is pale. He is smirking, one hand clutching his shoulder strap, and the other hand raised level to his chin, as if grasping for air. He is wearing a long green coat and a grey undershirt with a dark belt, and leather pants. His lute is strapped behind him. The background is a dark grey with greenish wisps of air flowing around him. /End ID]

[shadowmaat]

username FIC game

Heya, @bluemaskedkarma I see your "choose a song for each letter of your name" and raise you "choose a FIC for each letter of your name." It's still a "get to know me" thing, but with the bonus of boosting other fic writers. SO!

S- Stonebrook by @sl-walker (Bail saves a young Maul from prison and takes him home to Alderaan. Lots of depth to this one. Doesn't shy away from things, though later fics in the series can be funny too.)

H- The House Built on Fresh Snow by @tiend (Jango/Shmi, AU where Shmi is an engineering slave on a ship where Jango is added to the ranks. Neither could predict what happened next. It's interesting to see these two thrown together and how they complement each other.)

A- After the Storm by SpaceWall (post-war AU, everyone is struggling to move on after the war. Cody joins an agricorp mission to Mandalore and tries to cope with putting his General in a coma. Heavy stuff at times, lots of angst, but there's a hopeful ending.)

D- Dawnbreak Accord by AugustArchon (Din/Leia, Leia defends one of the Mandalorian delegates and amid paperwork and political headaches, an unexpected kinship develops. These two really click, and it's wonderful to watch it develop.)

O- Out with Lanterns by Skyebean (AU where Mace is Ahsoka's Master, how that changes things... and what it doesn't. Some fun things, some serious things, and of course O66 still happens. This time Ahsoka is in the middle of it.)

W- Why Not's and How To's by @trixree (unadulterated crack AU where Obi-Wan is a lawyer who sets his sights on emancipating the GAR. Not yet complete. SO much silliness. But also, y'know, someone fighting for Clone Rights, which is always good to see.)

M- Mand'alor Cabur by @nautilicious (slow-burn Bobadin featuring lots of foundlings, growing a family, growing a community, and growing a brain to recognize the clues. Not yet complete. Din is an absolute idiot, but luckily Boba is incredibly, incredibly patient and forgiving.)

A- All Is as the Force Wills It by felurian (Rogue One escapes Scarif by the skin of their teeth and begin the long road to recovery. Distrust and uncertainty lengthen the road, but hope remains. Some good Chirrut/Baze stuff and Bodhi angst. "Everybody lives" doesn't mean things are magically all better.)

A- and your people shall never be destroyed by @bitebackbaby (Palpatine dies. The entire Corrie Guard has disappeared. Cody and some of the other Commanders investigate. One-shot. Cliffhanger. Heavy on the Corrie whump and Commanders guilt. I'm intrigued by the possibilities left out in the open.)

T- The 212th Attack Battalion's Guide to Staging Rescues by antigrav_vector and @quarra (de-aged clones and Obi-Wan get flung into the past to Korda VI and Jaster Mereel's camp. Chaos and mass adoptions ensue. Lots of humor, lots of competence. Gosh dang did I love watching the mini-clones (and Obi-Wan) running around and being amazing.)

This shit's trickier than you think, but anyone who wants to give it a go, consider yourselves tagged!

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Felurian and Consent

content warning for discussions of sexual assault and rape

It had been a while since I have written a meta post for kkc but I just reread Wise Man's Fear and made myself read the Felurian scenes in their entirety.

And wow, am I mad at myself.

I cannot believe I let myself forget the way Kvothe clearly states Felurian breaching consent. The Felurian scene have always been upsetting to me, they never felt consensual, and many interpretations of the book had me thinking that maybe this was just me or just a very small section of the scenes.

But no. Kvothe initially gives consent to Felurian (well, arguably but thats a discussion for another time). He chooses to leave his companions to be with Felurian. And then he wants to leave. when he tells her he wants to leave, this happens: "My mind went numb as quickly as if I'd been struck a blow to the back of my head. . . I felt the need to have her. . .Only because of my Arcane training did I hold onto any concept of my own identity at all." (639)

He has revoked his consent and she had denied him the power to leave. She does not allow him to leave. Kvothe is an object to Felurian. If this is not clear enough in the abuse of power Felurian has, Kvothe then goes on to say he feels as he did when he was in Tarbean and sexually assaulted. "She touched my cheek softly. Softly, I bent to kiss her, and something broke in my mind. I felt the snap as four years of my life slid away. Suddenly I was back on the streets of Tarbean. Three boys bigger than me. . . had dragged me from the broken crate where I'd been sleeping. . . Two of them held me down. The third cut my clothes off my body." (641) Kvothe then describes that he was able to escape but still traumatized from the event. And that his state of mind was similar to how he felt when he was with Felurian. This wakes his sleeping mind, where he finds Felurian's name and finally has the power to leave, but hesitates because he doesn't want to kill her.

Kvothe does not have her name or the wind's name at his beck and call after this moment and persuades Felurian into letting him go by promising to make her famous in his song. He does not have consent to leave at any moment. And while she does show him kindness at moments, she is holding him against his will for most of his time with her.

Yes, he enjoys part of his time with her. Yes, he learns from her. But that does not negate the lack of consent involved with the entire interaction that often goes unnoticed in the fandom. And it would be easy to say an entire relationship was horrible and toxic but instead we see the push and pull of how toxic relationships can have caring moments while still revoking consent. However, the lack of attention people pay to Felurian as an absuer and rapist and how Kvothe is written off as simply "wanting fairy sex" when he literally is not in his right mind when he runs off and then has his ability to leave revoked by Felurian.

My conclusion, I suppose, is to stop writing off the Felurian scenes as frivolous sex scenes and acknowledging the lack of consent that is explicitly addressed and then the underlying threat to Kvothe's safety that persists from Felurian throughout the scenes.

I also suppose the issue of interpretation has many conflicting factors. For example, our patriarchal society doesn't like to view men as victims of sexual assault and women as perpetrators of sexual assault, which is also reflected in Kvothe's world as well, as when he tells the story, men are mostly excited on his behalf and women are rolling their eyes at his story. I think Kvothe's attitude towards it also reflects this. And this is why I think a lot of people misinterpret this scene.

I am interested to hear other people’s thoughts as I am still processing how these scenes were written and interpreted, both by the characters in the book and by fans.

[im-surviving-off-of-tea11]

“hey felurian … ik you’re making me a cloak out of shadow and light itself but… can you add pockets!! pretty please!!!”

[dragonbornnacoyestupido]

Querido papá,

Estoy casi segura que ya escuchaste del duelo, pero antes de que te preocupes o te enojes conmigo por no pedir permiso permíteme explicarme.

Me temo que en la última carta se me olvidó incluir que estafaron al profesor Nadie, dándole una espada falsa y conservando a Felurian (nombre de la espada) que eventualmente eligió a Nesseth y a Leona para ser sus portadoras. Además adoptó la forma de un hacha que ahora mismo Nesseth lleva en su cinturón.

La verdad fué un día extraño después de que terminamos el entrenamiento de Grugby resulta que se perdió un artefacto mágico de la sala sagrada que Fawn me mostró hace un par de semanas y nos interceptaron a Leona y a mi para interrogarnos al respecto. Al entrar a la biblioteca estaban Fawn, Cata, Cami, Malliw y otros chicos que tienen que ver con el consejo de castigos, Nobody, la chica que me hizo mi vestido para la fiesta de los druidas y Anorak.

Nos interrogaron acerca de lo que hicimos en la fiesta, y al parecer Leona no estuvo en la mitad en la que yo estuve y yo no estuve en la mitad que ella estuvo, así que no nos enteramos de nada de un artefacto perdido.

Felurian es el artefacto perdido.

Era un herramienta que estaba al cuidado de Fawn al parecer, y se perdió durante la fiesta.

"Una herramienta magnífica, cálida al tacto, que cambia de forma y tamaño para adaptarse a los deseos más profundos de quien la agarra y está diseñada específicamente para satisfacer los deseos de cualquier doncella o caballero."

Fue la descripción que nos dieron y te aseguro que no he visto nada así. Creo.

Yo solo digo, que Nesseth no vió un objeto con esa descripción, vió dos.

Como sea el interrogatorio continuó, ellos sin decirnos exactamente que se perdió y al final nos dejaron ir por que no pudieron vincularnos de alguna manera a la herramienta que se perdió. Pero en ese momento recordé el libro que habíamos estado investigando y por el que habíamos terminado envueltos en desmantelar el negocio de drogas que mejoran el rendimiento académico. Cata estaba allá, así que quisimos aprovechar que Malliw también estaba para encontrar una respuesta verdadera.

Resulta que era un libro sobre gente de la escuela. Una recopilación de pequeñas historias, rumores y otras cosas que escribía a cambio de algunas monedas.

Era un libro de fanfics que involucraba distintas personas/parejitas en la escuela.

Aprendí un par de cosas interesantes sobre algunas personas... Y eso me hizo sentir rara.

Anorak y Fawn anduvieron. (Se sabía que este cabrón es mínimo pansexual, esto a nadie le sorprende)

Fawn es un prostipirugolfo (él solito llenaba una buena parte del libro, con cada trope de Wattpad, Ao3 y anime que se les ocurra, incluyendo una forma de pulpo, lianas encantadas y las cocinas).

Al final de la confrontación Fawn mortificado acabó convertido en algo que al principio Nesseth creyó que era una langosta, pero resultó ser un cangrejo jorobado de Xochimilco que le hizo un hoyo a la mesa en la que estaba posado para escapar de la situación (Ngl, yo haría lo mismo si pudiera y zi estuviera en su situación).

Creo que tenías razón en un par de cosas que me dijiste antes de irme y debí haberlas escuchado.

"Nesseth, no acabes en la morgue, el hospital o la cárcel, y no le sumes ni le restes al censo poblacional. Y si un muchacho te dice en una fiesta que vayan a otro cuarto por que te va a enseñar una espada, no vayas."

También encontramos una chica corriendo por toda la escuela, buscaba a Drascir y le hablaba a Leona como si fuera tonta. Por un momento creí que no era muy lista o que no hablaba común como su primer idioma, pero luego me habló a mi en perfecto común, lo que me confundió.

Creo que ella creía que Leona era tonta, pero yo creía que la tonta era ella. Pero bueno, el punto es que estaba buscando a Drascir, por lo que decidimos llevarla con él. Le llevaba una carta.

Entonces nos fuimos, encontrando a Kieran entrenando en el patio y a Drascir al otro lado de la escuela en una junta o clase, no sé de que, pero estaba vestido de pingüino.

Él salió y resulta que después de todo le han enviado una niñera para que lo cuide. Supongo que alguien de su tamaño debe necesitar que lo cuiden, más con un loco queriendo retarle a un duelo toda la semana.

Y de hecho íbamos a descansar o a buscar algo más que hacer cuando nos encontramos al loco que le retó a un duelo otra vez, pero ahora venía con sus amigos y no entiendo muy bien de las tradiciones de los Tarrascon pero como el otro tipo tenía cuatro campeones supongo que nos tocó a Kieran, Leona, Mitch y a mi pelear con ellos por el honor de nuestro amigo o algo por el estilo. Nunca antes me había batido en duelo y no me diste ningún consejo al respecto pero no podía echarme para atrás.

Y antes de saberlo estábamos en armadura y entrando en la arena listos para pelear por nuestro amigo.

Peleamos contra cuatro personas, una espadachina, un mago, un tipo que parecía un pato, una hechicera y un tipo con varios brazos que parecía un pulpo.

Leona atacó primero, luego Kieran y al final yo. Nos enfrascamos en una gran batalla, luchando con enemigos con ferocidad, empecé a pelear con una espadachina con una espada super cool que tiraba rayos y conseguí derribarla cortándole la pierna. Eso me permitió irme contra el chico pulpo que me hizo una seña muy obscena con una de sus manos. Evidentemente se la corte en tanto tuve oportunidad y le borré la sonrisa del rostro.

Le dió a elegir que extremidad quería que le cortara y el hizo la seña y le dijo "¿Qué tal esta?", Nesseth todavía asociando su similitud con un pulpo a todo lo que leyó sobre los Fawnfics antes se salió de balance pero le cortó el brazo al estar tan molesta.

Pero entonces mientras tenía la guardia baja la chica de la espada me apuñaló varias veces y me derribó. Me llevé la mano al costado, con dificultad, como si pesara el mundo entero moverme, empecé a sentir la calidez del líquido carmesí que mojaba la ropa debajo de mi armadura. Me desmayé y todavía podía escuchar lo que pasaba en la batalla, pero también pensé en tí, en lo último que me habías dicho antes de irme y como sería lo último que me dirías. Pensé en tí, al menos los segundos que estuve abajo, me sentí terrible al pensar en lo que pasaría si no volvía a verte nunca.

Siento haberme puesto en peligro así, te amo papá.

Luego Mitch me levantó y me curó, Leona acabó con la espadachina, el pato y la bruja se rindió así que ganamos.

Aún tenía muchas heridas abiertas, Mitch solo me había traído de vuelta, pero seguía en bastante mala forma.

Malliw nos ayudó a mi y a Leona y nos llevó al templo para ayudar con nuestras heridas.

Cabe aclarar que Malliw es un paladín, que cura a través de la imposición de manos y en un esfuerzo por curar de forma más eficiente se quitó la parte superior de la armadura para tener más área de contacto piel con piel.

En ese momento llegó Fawn con un ungüento para las heridas. Fue un lindo detalle de su parte, después de asegurarme que mis heridas ya solo presentaban dolor fantasma propio de las curaciones mágicas pudimos hablar. Creo que vamos a empezar a salir, al menos para conocernos, estoy emocionada.

Claro que Fawn llegó y la situación con Malliw era malinterpretable pero explícable, asi que no hubo problema, Fawn y Ness más que hablar Fawn usó su truco de ilusiones con humo para proyectar sus recuerdos. Aquello nos dió un montaje muy emocional de Fawn en una búsqueda desesperada por conexión y alguien que no intentara robarle los artefactos que tenía que cuidar o usarlo por su poder de alguna forma.

(Pobrecito la verdad, quiero mucho a Fawn se merece un abrazo y una relación bonita)

Todo culminando en como empezó a notar a Nesseth y como empezó a gustar de ella.

Nesseth decidió darle otra oportunidad, y quedaron bien. Aunque antes de terminar Nesseth le susurró que le interesaba probar algunas de las cosas que había leído en el libro. Con lo que concluyó la partida.

En fin, espero leer una carta tuya pronto. Te quiere,

Nesseth ♡

[amigodegandalf]

¿Cuánto sabes de la obra de Patrick Rothfuss?

[wyrmguardsecrets]

[Please post books/paragraphs examples from books that have several paragraphs of upfront, fully details descriptions of the main character, head to toe, plus clothing, that aren't smut books.]

“My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "quothe." Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it's spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree.

"The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple of hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

"The Thunder" I attribute to a strong baritone and a great deal of stage training at an early age.

I've never thought of "The Broken Tree" as very significant. Although in retrospect, I suppose it could be considered at least partially prophetic.

My first mentor called me E'lir because I was clever and I knew it. My first real lover called me Dulator because she liked the sound of it. I have been called Shadicar, Lightfinger, and Six-String. I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless, Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them.

But I was brought up as Kvothe. My father once told me it meant "to know."

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

You may have heard of me.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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[julif-art]

felurian

[kvothes]

thoughts on the wise man's fear?

fuck the felurian chapters, but kvothe slaughtering the false ruh / the aftermath of that is one of my favorite passages in either book