#Cythraul

[lenoeninade]

WHABAM!

ART FOR @kinderartifact4 ‘s TOTAL DRAMA AU, PROJECT CYTHRAUL💥💥💥

noah’s a vocaloid now /j

[kinderartifact4]

Came up with an AU fic idea, I’m gonna try to power through it!

Edit: It’s Burromuerto family centric if that matters to anyone. Spoiler, with the nature of the AU, it is not happy.

[stardustbee]

I'd like to introduce to you all, Cythraul

He plays a very important role in Fly me to the Moon and he will become a close friend to Ayane and Maul.

Also a very big thanks to @theoasiswinds !!! You did such a great job 💙

A little background for him under the cut

Cythraul was born and raised on Dathomir as part of the tribe called 'The brothers and Sisters of the day'. He played an important role while the Vampires reign over Dathomir and he too, like Ayane and Maul do, shared a force connection to his beloved Cerys Arinori.

The knowledge of the Vampires and Arinoria reign on Dathomir is long lost and the only proof from this time is, Cythraul. A Zabrak who age extended far above what is normal to his species due to his experiments with Vampire blood.

Patiently he waits in the halls of the castle, build into the solid rocks of Dathomir. A build once called, Nyth y gigdran, the raven's nest. He waits for the rightful ruler of Dathomir. The one who shares such a connection he ones did.

His sight on things slowly faints as his mortal lifetime seems to find an and as his hopes and believes started to flame up again as a young woman with ravenblack hair entered that halls of the raven's nest.

Cythraul, strong in the force, never left his beloved planned, felt something he hadn't felt for hundreds of years...hope.

@eloquentmoon @kimageddon @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @marivenah @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @dukeoftheblackstar @oh-three @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @bacarasbabe

Character design commission for the lovely @stardustbee

[official-wales]

shwmae!! I am learning Welsh (through duolingo to start though I will likely switch to Say Something In & looking for native speakers to practice with after I hit the one year mark) and I have a question for you: what are some things I can say to and about my cat? right now I just call him “mi cath du a gwyn a ofnadwy” and “bachgen fawr”, and my vocabulary for calling things good is basically “good”, “very good”, and “great”.

here he is btw.

anifail gwych a ofnadwy!!

ANIFAIL GWYCH AC OFNADWY, FY NGHARIAD

Cute Things to Call Your Cat (or otherwise pet)

cariad / fy nghariad - love / my love or dear / my dear

del - pretty / sweetheart (n. wales)

cyw - chick (welsh grandparent favourite)

babi - baby

Y Brenin Pysgod - The Fish King

boneddig bach - little gentleman

blodyn tatws - potato flower

cythraul uffernol - hellish demon

cnaf - rascal / scoundrel

wyneb llygoden fawr - ratface

[metalcultbrigade]

Absu - The Third Storm of Cythraul. 27/01/1997

[alonggoodbye]

❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜ julie punching mercs arm to lighten a mood 👀

"Nefoedd wen! Arghhhhh," Not expecting a punch in his hung-over state, Mathias widens his stance to balance himself and steps into a puddle that engulfs his entire left shoe.

The cotton canvas of his vintage Chuck Taylors does nothing to keep his foot dry, making a pathetic slosh when he steps on the sidewalk again. He can't do much more than mutter and mumble— cythraul uffernol!— as he tries to shake the water out as best he can.

"Yay. I feel so much better!" more grumbling in Welsh, then: "I'm changing. And you're buying lunch."

[cbk1000]

Also, you can't appreciate how funny the 'bad art film' comparison anon made if you haven't read the fic, so for those who haven't, one of the official Quests of the Knights of the Round Table is about a magical dick tree created by a sorceress who magically steals men's penises when they behave like dicks and King Arthur has to cringe his way through talking to the villagers about it and then restoring the dicks to their rightful owners. This kind of dumb humor is prevalent all throughout the fic. There is a wyvern called Roger, Destroyer of Men, Butcher of Ys, Dread Annihilator Cythraul Chapman III. Merlin persuades Gwen to make clothes for a kid who has magic so he and Arthur can sneak him out in disguise by telling her the clothes are for Arthur, and they're so small because Arthur likes to wear tight clothes as a kind of sexual fetish. A water demon called Greg tries to drown Arthur by towing him penis-first to his watery doom.

[catcas22]

Fool's Gold ch1

(Adapted from a particularly memorable DnD session. Showed up in my WIP ask as "Luca." Initially intended to do this all in one go, but writer's block is a bitch and this is already shaping up to be longer than I anticipated. So multi-chapter it is!)

(I have a chapter of Prince of Death half-written, please don't burn me at the stake for getting distracted. I'm trying to mix things up a bit to combat the burnout and hopefully finish Prince of Death faster in the long run.)

Enjoy!

            High noon was the traditional time for such matters, his companions had insisted, and the town square was the traditional place. The little town could not be said to have a proper square, but the intersection of the two main roads -- the only two roads, really -- did fall more or less in the center. Most of the shops, neat and tidy if a bit plain, clustered around the corners, and that meant that most of the townsfolk followed suit.

            With the sun beating down on the dusty street and the little shops carved in stark silhouette, Cythraul Crowley had to admit that there were worse places for a duel. There were better places, to be sure, but one could do worse. Staying near to the shops, he mingled with the sparse crowd and kept a wary eye out. No Lathandrites, and no Southguard apart from two spearmen loitering near the bakery. They lounged against the wall, caps pushed low over their eyes and heads bowed against the noonday sun.

            Still, he kept his head down, horns concealed beneath the brim of a straw hat he’d swiped from the back of a farmer’s cart. No telling how the crowd would turn once another tiefling waltzed in and started throwing fireballs.

            As he leaned upon the board of a tinkerer’s cart, pretending to shop while he judged whether any of the trinkets were worth his trouble, the woman in line behind him let out a piercing scream. Cythraul turned, taking care to move with the flow of the crowd.

            Speak of the devil.

            A young tiefling strolled down the main street, billowing smoke and alight with a sickly radiance. One eye blazed the white of a midwinter sun, glowing in concert with the scars that crawled out from beneath her eyepatch like a spiderweb. She planted her halberd upon the street, the long spike pointing skyward, and she smiled.

            At once the two Southguard shook themselves alert, one hurrying to set down a mug before he went for his spear. It clattered from his shaking hands, rolling across the inn table and spilling ale in a foaming waterfall.

            The newcomer’s face split in a toothy grin. She turned in a slow circle, her single eye meeting each of the crowd in turn. “Is this the might of the south which I was promised?”

            The very air seemed to tremble, rippling at the force of her voice. A few in the crowd clapped their hands over their ears, and the two Southguard leveled their spears but advanced no further.

            Before the reverberations had died, she shook the timbers of the little town with another howl. “Will none here stand against me? Is there no courage left in the south, no hero who will raise his hand against the champion of Cyric?”

            At the sound of that name, the crowd recoiled. Crowding back against the shops and babbling at each other in voices made high by fear, they reminded Cythraul of nothing so much as a flock of doves catching sight of a hawk’s shadow.

            “Where are the Scales of Bahamut, your so called defenders?” The girl leveled her halberd, smoke billowing between her teeth as she scanned the crowd. “Where are the Peacemakers of Tyr? Where are the noble knights...” Here she paused theatrically. “... Of LATHANDER?”

            “Here, villain!”

            As if on cue, every head turned toward the voice. A towering youth marched down the main street, cape snapping in the breeze and the greatsword in his hand glowing faintly gold. Planting his feet in a ready stance, he raised the blade high and drew in a deep breath.

            “I am Helion, squire of Eos, and you will not harm these good folk while I draw breath!”

            Cythraul felt his ears lay back, then do so again when the crowd erupted in desperate cheers. Though he lacked the knack for it himself, he had been told that the spell to enhance one’s voice -- as well as the accompanying smoke and mirrors -- was simple to learn for one with the proper arcane inclination. Haven had taught Helion to use it when they made their plans the night before, and now the boy wielded it with all the gusto a child given his first toy sword. And with a comparable amount of restraint.

            “A squire means to challenge ME?” Gods, he was going to be deaf before the day was out. Haven raised her fist to the sky, the ring they’d taken off the dead cultist glinting green in the sun. “BY THE POWER OF CYRIC!”

            A ball of fire the size of a man’s head burst to life in her hand, blue like a gas lantern. The two Southguard gathered up their spears and ran. Helion raised his sword aloft in retort.

            “LUX!”

            With a peal of thunder, his sword blazed to outshine the sun. Cythraul turned away, blinking rapidly. These children mean to make me blind as well as deaf. Though as he watched the crowd cheer and hiss, he had to admit that his young associates had achieved precisely what they wanted -- a spectacle.

            After the better part of two days spent chasing their tails around the surrounding homesteads, they had at last been obliged to confront the fact that none of them could track worth a bent copper. It was Haven who had alighted upon a solution -- present herself as another servant of Cyric, make a scene, and hope either the summoner or the shapeshifting devil he’d called up found her interesting enough to approach.

            Privately, Cythraul found that plan to be missing a few steps. But his companions had shot down his idea to have Helion check every resident of the town with his holy discernment. That had been a solid plan, though it would have taken quite some time. It wasn’t his fault that Helion could only check three per day, or that Haven had gotten squeamish at the idea of applying a brand to ensure that the shapeshifter didn’t replace one of those already checked on the sly.

            The pair clashed in a great ringing of steel, Haven’s halberd trailing blue fire and Helion’s sword blazing gold. Cythraul took the opportunity to slide a hairspring from the tinkerer’s cart into his satchel. If nothing else, there was something novel to watching those two without the burden of association. Their antics were amusing when he didn’t have to worry about being tarred with the same brush. His eyes followed the fireball as Haven sent it hurtling down the street as if she were bowling ninepins, Helion deftly throwing himself clear. Now if only he’d had time to set up a betting pool...

            Cythraul did not jump when someone jogged his elbow. He turned an eye towards the newcomer with the unhurried aplomb of a man who most certainly had not just been thieving. Their little band had questioned more than a few in their search for the summoner, but Cythraul recalled this one immediately. Heinrich. The son of the old man they’d found sprawled across a summoning circle with his throat cut. Brother to the handful of viscera they’d found painted across the farmhouse. Uncle to the little girl they’d found cowering in the cellar.

            The man acknowledged Cythraul with a grunt and a nod. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they watched the spectacle unfolding before them. As Helion dished out a flurry of jabs and slashes, each missing Haven by an artful hairsbreadth, Heinrich nodded toward the duel.

            “Seeing as how you’ve plainly staged this,” he drawled, “are you taking wagers?”

            “Staged? I assure you, I am shocked and devastated in equal measure to learn that one of my traveling companions was a devotee of Cyric.”

            “Sure. I’ll put a gold piece on the paladin.”

            Cythraul winced, playing it off as sympathy for the sound Helion’s helm made as it met the butt of the halberd. “Are you sure?” He adopted a beatific smile, gentle, as if he were offering the other man an opportunity to recover from some social faux pas. Admittedly, it would have landed better if he’d been wearing the guise of Balachir. “I’d bet on the warlock, if I were you. That one has a fair bit of rage to work through.”

            Heinrich gave him a long look, eyes narrowed. “Two gold pieces on the paladin.”

            Damnation. Cythraul kept his smile fixed firmly in place as they returned to watching the duel. Despite the spectacle tearing up and down the street, his eyes kept drifting back to Heinrich. The man stood with his back straight, eyes clear. He looked like he’d shaved recently. Odd time to be gambling, not a day after his family’s been buried.

            “How’s your niece?”

            Heinrich startled, head jerking back around to face Cythraul. “How do you think she is,” he snapped. “She saw the whole thing.”

            Cythraul held up his hands, keeping his shepherd’s smile firmly fixed. It really would have looked better on Balachir’s face. “Please, don’t take my concern for meddling. I only meant to ask after her health.”

            Shoving his hands into his pockets, Heinrich turned back towards the fight. It took him a moment before he spoke again. Cythraul could practically see the response being cobbled together behind his darting eyes. “She’s been staying with the vicar,” he said at last. “He says he’s sure now she’s not been cursed or hexed. I’ll be having to take her home now.”

            “So kind of you, to take the poor girl in. You’ll be the only family she has left.”

            Heinrich shrugged, a faint twitch running between his nose and the corner of his mouth. He kept a passable enough stoneface, good enough for a game of Scales with his mates. But to Cythraul’s trained eye, the man looked like he wanted to spit out something foul.

            Very odd indeed.

            The thunder of hoofbeats interrupted his musings. The crowd parted before a trio of knights in gilded plate, galloping back from the direction the two Southguard had fled. Two wore squire’s tassels on the left pauldron, and the third bore a knight sergeant’s badge.

            Haven and Helion froze, blades locked. A wordless look of panic flickered between them, and then Helion drew back his sword and hacked Haven across the belly. She went sprawling, dust billowing up as she skidded across the street. Grinding to a halt, she lay curled with her arms around a new and rather deep dent in her breastplate, a line of freshly scored steel shining though the black paint. Her halberd faded out of existence a heartbeat later.

            With a longsuffering sigh, Cythraul reached into his pocket for two copper coins, cast a minor illusion to turn them gold, and dropped them into Heinrich’s outstretched hand.

            Ignoring the armored clamor behind him, Cythraul watched the townsman saunter away. So far as he had been led to believe, Heinrich’s father had been a shut-in. He and his compatriots had found the old man dead in his basement, door unlocked, no signs of forced entry, devilish tracks leading up from the summoning circle and out, presumably, to the homestead where the rest of the Reigel family -- sans little Irena -- had met their end.

            Old man Reigel didn’t seem the type to invite a stranger in for a friendly drink. But a member of his own family...

            With a final glance back at Haven and Helion, the latter in conference with his fellow Lathandrites and the former being clapped in irons, he set off after Heinrich. Cythraul would not dare to guess at the motives of devils, but he could imagine any number of reasons why brothers might fall out with each other.

[chibiabsol]

Cythraul SFW

Meet my OC Cythraul! I wanna do more with him in the future!

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[parambulation]

@cythraul convinced me to move here. I don't really know the social rules of this place, so I'm just visiting for now. I've always been a late adopter of technologies. Of course I'd be joining tumblr in the year of our lord 2025. Or was it 2024 when I first made this account? Apparently my original username was 'a contrarian little bitch', and I have no recollection of what I was referencing, only that I went through with that name choice to make @cythraul laugh.

[kinderartifact4]

A list of my Total Drama AUs because I love them all wholeheartedly, feel free to ask questions about any of them.

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Animal Mutant AU 🐾🧬

+this AU was just an excuse to make Noah an owl person

+canon divergence happens shortly after Action/before World Tour

+The mutations are a worldwide phenomenon, it’s happening to everyone and no one knows why

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A Bloodsucker and A Mutt🩸🐺

+Alenoco AU

+Show goes on as normal for the most part

+Noah’s a vampire

+Alejandro’s a werewolf

+Cody’s just there

+made this AU for fun

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Magic AU ✨

+Magical creatures living amongst humans type thing, but it’s my takes on them

+Like we got merfolk, satyrs, angels, demons, elves, harpies, that kinda thing

+It’s like an assimilated society thing, they’re mostly at peace with each other with some mild species specific discrimination mostly courtesy of humans

+mild feels like an understatement

+everything’s got so much lore

+and of course, we got ✨magic✨

+there is a war that happens later on in the AU, so there’s that too

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Assigned Species: Gen 1 Cast, Hosts, Emma & Kitty

Assigned Species: Gen 2 Cast

Assigned Species: Gen 3 Cast

Assigned Species: RR Cast pt.1

Assigned Species: RR Cast pt.2

Assigned Species: Reboot Cast

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Monster Apocalypse AU 🏚

+It’s an apocalypse, but not with zombies, these things are smarter than zombies

+People do die, so warning for that I guess

+Almost nobody is having a good time

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Duncan’s Group

Emma & Kitty’s Groups

Shawn’s Group

Cody’s Groups

Tyler’s Groups

Gwen’s Group

Fic Snippets

Mike’s Old Group

RR Beginning Groups pt.1

RR Beginning Groups pt.2

Sky & Scarlett’s Groups

Reboot Groups

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Drider! Duncan Dunoah AU🕷

+Sort of a high school AU? Most of them go the same school since a lot are kept human for this)

+Just a clingy drider with abandonment issues and his human bf who doesn’t actually understand how he got here

+definitely more of a self indulgent AU

+I don’t remember why I made this AU but now I can’t get rid of it

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Godly Patron AU ✨🙏✨

+Some of the cast each has a god that has taken a liking to them

+they’re my take on gods because I like having full creativity, so none of the ones people usually know about are here(like greek or norse gods)

+Alejandro is not having a good time

+Noah has the oldest god

+Alejandro’s got a lot more lore than he was originally going to have

+Made this AU because I wanted Cody to have a proper parental figure, then it kinda turned into this along the way

+Aleheather got that “Doomed Love” trope going on

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Assigned Gods pt.1

Assigned Gods pt.2

Fic Snippet

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Wings of Fire AU 🐉

+My favorite book series combined with one of my favorite shows

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Assigned Tribes: Gen 1

Alejandro’s Design | José and Carlos’ Designs

Trent’s Design | Bridgette’s Design

Heather’s Design | Cody’s Design

Tyler’s Design | Justin’s Design

Geoff’s Design | Lightning’s Design

Zoey’s Design | Noah’s Design

Owen’s Design | Fic Snippets

Harold’s Design | Gwen’s Design

DJ’s Design | Izzy’s Design

Cameron’s Design | Lindsay’s Design

Katie & Sadie’s Designs | Duncan’s Design

Sierra’s Design

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Trollhunter Cody AU🧌🗡

+I just thought it’d be fun

+Cody would be the type of guy to say “crispy” wouldn’t he

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The only post I have

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Project Cythraul AU💉

+The whole concept is old, like 2019 old, but it has since then been revamped

+The entire WT cast goes missing like halfway through Egypt, with almost no trace other than what’s on the plane and something left in the sand

+They stay missing for 2 or 3 years before one of them finally shows up again with amnesia

+Main premise of the AU is a secret facility that specializes in DNA manipulation

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Hidden Magic AU 😶‍🌫️✨

+AU is otherwise known as “A group of immortals build a camp in a magic pocket dimensional forest for some reason and end up with a bunch of kids”

+there are other residents but the amount of children that show up there is concerning

+humans are quite irrelevant here, we don’t see them much

+the lore for most of the characters is a bit dark, but hey

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Reassigned Species

About the Burromuertos

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Nivi AU 👽

+This AU was an excuse to give Cody a best friend, and that friend is my OC Nivi!

+Nothing really changes, even though she’s in World Tour

+This AU has since evolved into “Alejandro and his gaggle of idiots™”, ie. Alejandro, Nivi, Cody, Duncan, and Lexi(OC/Nivi’s girlfriend) all share an apartment. It’s an interesting concept.

+I think of this AU often

+During Island and Action, people don’t really think Nivi exists because “Cody couldn’t possibly have actual friends outside the show!”

+This makes Nivi feel like some kind of cryptid and she loves it.

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“What If?” Mutant AU ☣️

+A small AU I came up with, sort of a “What if?” AU. The what if being “What if other people came into contact with toxic waste?”

+The people who are mutated are the same as canon (Dakota, that one intern, Ezekiel had some toxic waste exposure, it’s just more obvious here).

+Additional mutant individuals include Noah, Duncan, Alejandro, and maybe a couple others but I’m not sure.

+The mutant individuals can’t go back to their families, they don’t want them to see them like this anyways, so Chris keeps them on Pahkitew Island (in the facility for the duration of that season).

+Alejandro is lost at sea for a bit before they finally catch him and put him with the others

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ToA IOTS AU 🔪

+Technically still a TD AU since the AU it’s based off is TD. Idk I’m not making a separate post for my ToA AUs there’s too few of them for that. And this is the only one I’m sharing probably.

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Interdimensional Remnant AU🔚

+Area 51, something went wrong, everything was destroyed. The base, the earth, the galaxy, the universe, everything.

+The gods tried to stop it in time, remove the source. When they realized it was too late, they instead grabbed the thing closest to it.

+Alejandro Burromuerto is the only remaining piece of a dead dimension, and the gods blame him for its destruction.

+Came up with this AU while listening to a song AXOLOTL by bumr, I do love the concept, great angst potential.

+Technically a branch off of the Godly Patron AU in the sense that the gods do exist.

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Changeling Alejandro AU 👹🧌

+Branch-off of the Trollhunter Cody AU

+Instead of being a wizard, Alejandro is instead replaced by a changeling when he was around 1 year old

+José saw him get snatched, nobody believed him because he was 3 and it was “probably a nightmare”

+José is not the villain for once, he has a very valid reason to hate Alejandro

+The AU gets real angsty post eternal night

[zoranadragon]

Icons Time

Cythraul (Mine) and Cythraul (@theshadowqueenofthedistortion)

Viridian (Mine) and Myron (@theshadowqueenofthedistortion)

Misery and Thunder (both mine)

[Commissions | Instagram]

[llyfrenfys]

Stealing this from @aro-spectre

Last Song: Silence (Delirium) Tiësto remix

Fave Colour: Blue! Purple is a close second. I also like red.

Last Book: I'm about to start Nation by Terry Pratchett

Last Movie: The Death of Stalin

Last Show: The Thick of It

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Sweet!

Relationship Status: nah I'm good

Last Things I Googled: windows network diagnostics [yeah my laptop is having issues :(]

Current Obsession: Late 90s/Early 00s trance

Looking Forward To: Prides this year which I'm hoping to attend (at least 2 in Wales and one in England)

tagging (only if you feel like doing this) @crynwr-drwg , @cythraul and anyone else who fancies a go

[exterminate-ak]

Yes @cythraul

It's not "touching something ", but it's scratching your balls as an apotropaic gesture.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[jacobfrescobythebook]

Bastard's Honor door @elisabethwheatley

'Magical horses were not magically obedient. They also liked to bite'

In Bastard's Honor volgen we Thadred, een bastaardzoon van een edelvrouw die ondanks zijn lichamelijke beperkingen is opgeklommen tot Hoge Inquisiteur. Hij jaagt op ontsnapte cythraul-demonen en is onmisbaar voor het rijk. Sair, een weduwe en begaafde tovenares, dient als vertrouwde gezant van keizerin Amira. Een jaar na hun gezamenlijke overwinning op een gevallen godin, worden Thadred en Sair geconfronteerd met nieuwe dreigingen: onrust in het rijk, sluimerende demonen en de ontvoering van Sairs jonge zoon door een overgebleven volgeling van een verslagen heks. Ze ontdekken dat deze ontvoering verband houdt met de cythraul-demonen en moeten samenwerken om een naderend kwaad te stoppen voordat het het rijk in chaos stort.

Mijn mening: ★★★★☆

Genre: Fantasy / High Bladzijden: ~425 Jaar: 2024

Als je de Daindreth-serie hebt gelezen, ken je de hoofdpersonen al. Dit boek is een vervolg op de serie, maar dan volledig vanuit het perspectief van Thadred en Sairydwen. Iets meer romantacy (en spice!) dan de serie zelf, maar niet zoveel dat het vervelend (of een doel op zich) wordt. Aan het einde van het boek hoop je eigenlijk dat er nog een volgend boek is. En volgens de auteur komt deze er ook, maar op dit moment is niet duidelijk wanneer. Omdat je de personages al kent, leest het lekker weg en zit er vaart in het verhaal. Dat gezegd hebbende: je kan Bastard's Honor ook prima lezen als je de serie nog niet hebt gelezen. Kortom: ook dit boek is een dikke aanrader!

[dysgucymraegynamerica]

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