#Weaveworld

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Fledgling by Octavia E. Butler (2005)

This is the story of an apparently young, amnesiac girl whose alarmingly unhuman needs and abilities lead her to a startling conclusion: She is in fact a genetically modified, 53-year-old vampire. Forced to discover what she can about her stolen former life, she must at the same time learn who wanted-and still wants-to destroy her and those she cares for and how she can save herself.

Weaveworld by Clive Barker (1987)

The Fugue, a magical land inhabited by descendants of supernatural beings who once shared the earth with humans. The Fugue has been woven into a carpet for protection against those who would destroy it; the death of its guardian occasions a battle between good and particularly repulsive evil forces for control of the Fugue.

Fractured Fables by Alix E. Harrow (2021-2022)

It's Zinnia Gray's twenty-first birthday, which is extra-special because it's the last birthday she'll ever have. When she was young, an industrial accident left Zinnia with a rare condition. Not much is known about her illness, just that no-one has lived past twenty-one.

Her best friend Charm is intent on making Zinnia's last birthday special with a full sleeping beauty experience, complete with a tower and a spinning wheel. But when Zinnia pricks her finger, something strange and unexpected happens, and she finds herself falling through worlds, with another sleeping beauty, just as desperate to escape her fate.

Midnighters by Scott Westerfeld (2004-2006)

A few nights after Jessica Day arrives in Bixby, Oklahoma, she wakes up at midnight to find the entire world frozen. For one secret hour each night, the town belongs to the dark creatures that haunt the shadows. And only a small group of people--Jessica included--is free to move about then. They are The Midnighters.

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi (2019)

There are no monsters anymore, or so the children in the city of Lucille are taught. Jam and her best friend, Redemption, have grown up with this lesson all their life. But when Jam meets Pet, a creature made of horns and colors and claws, who emerges from one of her mother’s paintings and a drop of Jam’s blood, she must reconsider what she’s been told. Pet has come to hunt a monster—and the shadow of something grim lurks in Redemption’s house. Jam must fight not only to protect her best friend, but also uncover the truth, and the answer to the question—How do you save the world from monsters if no one will admit they exist?

The Book of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe (1980-1987)

It is the tale of young Severian, an apprentice in the Guild of Torturers on the world called Urth, exiled for committing the ultimate sin of his profession - showing mercy toward his victim - and follows his subsequent journey out of his home city of Nessus.

The Supernaturalist by Eoin Colfer (2004)

In the future, in a place called Satelite City, fourteen-year-old Cosmo Hill enters the world, unwanted by his parents. He's sent to the Clarissa Frayne Institute for Parentally Challenged Boys, Freight class. At Clarissa Frayne, the boys are put to work by the state, testing highly dangerous products. At the end of most days, they are covered with burns, bruises, and sores. Cosmo realizes that if he doesn't escape, he will die at this so-called orphanage. When the moment finally comes, Cosmo seizes his chance and breaks out with the help of the Supernaturalists, a motley crew of kids who all have the same special ability as Cosmo-they can see supernatural Parasites, creatures that feed on the life force of humans. The Supernaturalists patrol the city at night, hunting the Parasites in hopes of saving what's left of humanity in Satellite City. Or so they think. The Supernaturalist soon find themselves caught in a web far more complicated than they'd imagined, when they discover a horrifying secret that will force them to question everything they believe in.

Dragon Slippers by Jessica Day George (2006-2009)

Poor Creel. She can't believe her aunt wants to sacrifice her to the local dragon. It's a ploy to lure a heroic knight so that he will fight the dragon, marry Creel out of chivalrous obligation, and lift the entire family out of poverty. Creel isn't worried. After all, nobody has seen a dragon in centuries.

But when the beast actually appears, Creel not only bargains with him for her life, she also ends up with a rare bit of treasure from his hoard, not gold or jewels, but a pair of simple blue slippers-or so she thinks. It's not until later that Creel learns a shocking truth: She possesses not just any pair of shoes, but ones that could be used to save her kingdom, which is on the verge of war, or destroy it.

Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook by Christina Henry (2017)

There is one version of my story that everyone knows. And then there is the truth. This is how it happened. How I went from being Peter Pan's first--and favorite--lost boy to his greatest enemy. 

Peter brought me to his island because there were no rules and no grownups to make us mind. He brought boys from the Other Place to join in the fun, but Peter's idea of fun is sharper than a pirate's sword. Because it's never been all fun and games on the island. Our neighbors are pirates and monsters. Our toys are knife and stick and rock--the kinds of playthings that bite. 

Peter promised we would all be young and happy forever. Peter lies.

The Elric Saga by Michael Moorcock (1965-1977)

It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair that flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody... He is Elric, Emperor of Melnibone, cursed with a keen and cynical intelligence, schooled in the art of sorcery and the hero of Michael Moorcock's remarkable epic of conflict and adventure at the dawn of human history. 

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[dark-ethereal-visions]

Happy Birthday - Clive Barker

Clive Barker (71) - Born on October 5, 1952

[dinosaurgiantpenny]

Illustration from Weaveworld by Clive Barker

[browsethestacks]

Marvel Age (1991)

[whats-in-a-sentence]

True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief is the same.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

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They had become the garden; risen up at some unthinkable command to create this sterile illusion.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

[veryslowreader]

Weaveworld by Clive Barker

Candyman

[kidsomeday]

I’m about 90 pages into Clive Barker’s Weaveworld and if there’s one thing I can respect it’s this man’s unfailing ability to go “Yeah here are hideous creatures beyond comprehension but you know what’s really gross? Heterosexual sex.”

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Hi everyone, there’s only around 12 hours left to vote in preliminary rounds 1-8 for Best Fantasy Book. If you’ve yet to cast your vote, check out my pinned post for links to all the polls, and here’s a quick update on books at risk of being eliminated (less than 2% of the vote when adjusted for the 'see results' option) in all the polls:

Poll 5: Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples

Poll 6: Legacy of Orisha by Tomi Adeyemi

Poll 8: Hex Hall by Rachel Hawkins, Fables by Bill Willingham

Poll 9: The Hollows by Kim Harrison

Poll 11: The Riftwar Saga by Raymond E. Feist

Poll 13: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn by Tad Williams, Starbound by Amie Kaufman and Meagan Spooner

Poll 14: The Checquy Files by Daniel O'Malley, Lumatere Chronicles by Melina Marchetta

Poll 15: The Chronicles of Alice by Christina Henry

Poll 16: Entwined by Heather Dixon Wallwork

Poll 17: The Thief of Always by Clive Barker

Poll 18: Weaveworld by Clive Barker

Poll 19: The Star-Touched Queen by Roshani Chokshi

Poll 21: Traveler's Gate by Will Wight

Poll 24: Healer Seer by Victoria Hanley

Poll 25: Tales of Alderly by Alan Garner

Poll 27: Guides for Dating Vampires by D. N. Bryn

Poll 28: Teeth by Hannah Moskowitz

Poll 31: Lilah's Adventures by Sherwood Smith

Poll 32: Knights of Liofwende by Garry Kilworth

[oh-dear-so-queer]

In addition there'd been a fatal stabbing on Seel Street, and a transvestite had been the cause of a near-riot in a pub on the Dock Road.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

[itsdb97]

(most of) the books i read this year - i read 36. i started 2022 thinking i liked horror but discovered an unexpected love for classic lit. these are stacked in no particular order because i’m dumb. ^^

[severalpsychicdogsinatrenchcoat]

It’s been three days since Marlo last passed through a populated area. San Diego, as strange as that city now is, has long fallen out of view of his rear-view mirror. He reflects on the surreal sight of the Rangers’ massive encampment set up on the rocky shore, next to the old skyscrapers jutting up from the flooded ocean, like steel monoliths reminding its forces of the society they used to be. He’s traveling north, now, towards Oregon with no real destination in mind.

Music drones softly from the radio of Marlo’s pickup truck as he shifts in his seat, keeping an eye on the road. The sun’s setting against the ocean to his left, signaling he should look for a place to stay the night.

The roads in this stretch of what was once California are treacherous, though. Erosion from the lapping of risen tides and debris flooded in by worsening storms leaves the shattered highways full of sudden cliffs, drop-offs, and obstacles. Still, Marlo’s an expert driver, keeping a vigilant eye out as he slowly weaves the truck across the shores.

As the sky is painted a brilliant orange by the evening sun, Marlo eventually finds a safe place to park for the night. High on an elevated cliff, where he can keep a careful lookout over the surrounding areas- but pulled in next to a pile of junk cars left here years ago. From afar, his truck would simply look like just a part of the scrap heaps littered across the landscape.

He stands up, yawns, stretches his legs, feels the breeze in his fur. He sniffs the air, tasting the scent of salt and evergreens. Then he leans against the hood of his vehicle and looks out over the ocean.

🌅

A variety of ships, silhouetted somewhat by the sunset, slowly drift across the Pacific, occasionally steering out of the way of the roofs of buildings that still poke out from the flooded bay. He knows little about the modern seafaring life- with no governments to regulate them, living on one of those ships must be something like the pirate life he read about in old books. It sounds romantic.

He stirs himself and walks back to the bed of the pickup, running a quick inventory of its contents. His radio set, barrels of drinking water, gasoline and propane containers, small vegetable bed, camping oven- all present and accounted for. He gets to work making dinner.

The propane stove is safer when he doesn’t know whose territory he’s in; it leaves no trail of smoke to be traced. He fuels it up and pulls a cooler with more food supplies from the backseat of the truck, quickly throwing ingredients together. Wild venison he managed to hunt, some hot sauce packets from Franz’ Burgerz that never go bad, diced up onion, tomato and garlic from his garden, sea salt and wild sumac for flavor. On the side he breaks a loaf of crusty potato bread he baked a week or so prior. To drink, he pulls out an aluminum bottle of spruce tea, brewed yesterday- vital for its vitamin C. The resulting meal’s remarkably filling and flavorful, a pleasant reprieve from the usually somewhat bland world of wasteland food.

After his meal, Marlo washes up his dishes, packs away his gear- then prepares his sleeping setup. A fold-out tent from the left side of his truck, expanding the space into a little living area. A rug, a sleeping bag, and a change into authentic flannel pajamas from his hometown in Wisconsin- and Marlo’s ready for bed. The darkening sky and cool, dry air drifting across the shore lull him to sleep.

Goodnight, Marlo. You’ve got to be up bright and early tomorrow, so rest well.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The third week of September brought rain.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

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He had come from above as light, as moonlight, and here he had found his orbit in a dance of planets and satellites.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

[infirmux]

how am i always doing such things greek is online today and my friend is not at the lecture afterwards so there is really no reason to attend....entire circumstance presents a worthy pretext for wandering around the art gallery if ever i have heard one