#shannara

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Sword of Shannara

[honourablejester]

Randomly, I just want to talk about one of my favourite characters of all time, and a character that had a huge influence on me as a kid. And that character is Slanter from The Wishsong of Shannara, the third book in the original Shannara trilogy by Terry Brooks.

Wishsong is easily my favourite of the Shannara books, and it was probably the fantasy book I read most often as a kid, over and over again, until the paperback book just wore out. The copy I have today is still held together with sellotape. You know when you have that one book, as a kid? Regardless of its actual quality, although I do actually think Wishsong holds up, but even if it didn’t, it wouldn’t matter? This book is your childhood. One of your formative influences? Wishsong was so much that for me.

And within Wishsong, Slanter was the formative favourite character for me. He’s had … a lot of influence. So, just for a minute, I want to talk about him.

Slanter is a gnome tracker who starts the book working (not entirely willingly) for the villains, the horrifying creatures known as Mord Wraiths. Gnomes in Shannara are sort of like goblins in classic D&D, they’re a brutish, insular people usually found on the wrong side of heroic conflicts. And Slanter does start the book by capturing Jair, one of our two heroes, for the villains. But he almost immediately distinguishes himself by treating Jair well as a captive, because it’s quickly clear that Slanter is literally just doing this as a job, and because the Mord Wraiths scare the absolute shit out of him. Sensibly enough. Slanter, as a person, is a pragmatic, efficient, well-travelled person who’s worked with and for a lot of people of all kinds in his career, and he quickly takes a shine to Jair, does his best to look out for him, despite knowingly taking him to be the captive of horrifying creatures of dark magic. A dissonance that Jair does his best to hammer at, because he realises quickly that Slanter does have a conscience, and Slanter doesn’t actually want to be doing this, but Slanter is too petrified of the Wraiths to defy them easily.

In vain. Slanter, at least at the start of the book, is far too pragmatic and survival-oriented to risk his life to free some stranger, even if he is both fond of the kid and fascinated by his magic. Slanter will not make the decision on his own to defy his own people and their horrifying masters in order to free Jair. But. The second someone else steps in and gives him an excuse …

The party of gnome hunters that Slanter brought Jair to are moving north to meet with a Mord Wraith, when they stumble across a man all in black drinking at a pool. They’re towing Jair along on a rope, it’s fairly obvious what’s happening here. Jair hopes for rescue, but the man seems to move on without challenging them. Jair, in despair, is moving towards the pool in hopes of a drink, when Slanter stops him. Slanter guides him back and moves in front of him with a knife, knowing what’s about to happen.

Which is that, in about two seconds, the strange man slaughters the rest of the gnome party.

This is Garet Jax, the weapons master, the most badass character in the book short of Allanon himself, and quite a lot of people’s favourite character. Slanter recognised him. So Slanter knew that this gnome hunting party was about to stop existing very shortly.

One of the last two survivors, about to run, sees Jair and tries to swing at him as he flees. And Slanter gets in the way, knife first. He betrays his people to defend Jair.

Now. Maybe he did that to differentiate himself to Jax, knowing he couldn’t take the man in a fight. Slanter is a pragmatic son of a bitch. His own survival comes first. Or he does his level best, throughout the whole book, to act like it does. But right from the moment we meet him, he’s been fond of Jair. He’s treated him well, within the limits of his job, and has done his best to make sure the kid isn’t mistreated. And he …

A theme of this book, of Jair’s half of this book, is that Slanter always comes back. Slanter always looks out for Jair. Jair acquires an entire party later on, a group of people to help him on the quest he’ll shortly be assigned by a powerful mystical being, and for all that, the one person who stays with him the whole way, all the way to the end, is Slanter. Even into the heart of what is, for a gnome, enemy territory. Not always happily, not always gracefully, but Slanter …

Slanter is, in the end, Jair’s truest companion, all the way to the end.

I just. I love him so much. He made such an impact on me. He’s sneaky, he’s pragmatic, he’s the voice of callous survivalism across the book, but he always comes back. He protects Jair at every step, at every turn. He defies his people, and goes among enemies, and risks his life, and abandons his life, his old life, to help and protect Jair. He travels with people who view him with suspicion and derision because Jair asked it of him. When Jair falters, almost every time, it’s Slanter who gives him the kick up the arse (or the literal punch in the face) that gets him going again. Jair would, quite simply, not have survived this book without him.

(Or, to be fair, without the rest of his party either. The six of them, Jair and Slanter and Garet Jax, the elf prince Edain Elessedil, the dwarf Elb Foraker, and the borderman Helt, were such a fantastic party, and the dwindling party as they fight to get Jair to Heaven’s Well is absolutely heart-wrenching and gutted me as a kid (Helt, particularly, Helt broke my heart). And Jax, whatever else you say about him, went out like a fucking boss. There is a reason he’s a lot of people’s favourite).

So many people talk about characters like Garet Jax, like Rone Leah, like Brin Ohmsford, like Kimber Boh. And they are awesome. But it was always Slanter for me. He has the best arc. He’s sly and he’s pragmatic and he’s focused on his own survival, but he has a conscience, and he has care, and as it turns out he will risk everything for pretty much zero reward on the strength of that conscience and that care, he just needed the smallest nudge to do so. Jair was that nudge. And it carried them all the way to Heaven’s Well. Past siege armies. Past Krakens. Past Mord Wraiths. Past demons.

Every time I reread this book, I read Brin’s half for Allanon, and I read Jair’s half for Slanter.

The original Shannara trilogy is, in a lot of ways, very paint-by-numbers fantasy. It’s very D&D fantasy. There are large chunks of Wishsong, particularly Jair’s half of Wishsong, that genuinely read like someone’s campaign. But, for all that. It’s still my favourite. It was the fantasy novel of my childhood. And for all it’s pretty standard, so many moments do still make my heart sing. Slanter stepping in front of Jair that first time by the pool. Allanon at the Hadeshorn. Allanon vs the Jachyra. Garet Jax vs the … That might be spoilers. Helt’s last stand. Whisper’s last stand.

I honestly can’t tell if it’s a good book or not, it’s too intrinsic to my childhood to judge. But I love it, with all my heart.

And within it, the character that I love the most … is Slanter. Is the grumpy, pragmatic, doing-his-best-to-be-selfish gnome tracker that in the end proved to be one of the most loyal and courageous people in this book. Without ever losing a smidge of the pragmatism along the way.

If anyone ever wondered why I tend to like sneaky, pragmatic survivalists with varyingly-well-hidden streaks of loyalty? This is the character you can blame. Heh.

Maybe do give this book a shot, if you haven’t? Again, I cannot speak to its quality. But I love it.

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

The Sword of Shannara by The Brothers Hildebrandt

[austinbutlermedia]

Austin Butler as Wil Ohmsford in "The Shannara Chronicles"

[lavend3r-stardust]

I need her so bad~ it's not even a joke anymore 😫

Like, the energy that she exudes, ugh- yes 🥵

[dreamlandcreations]

WIP?

[killldeer]

the rest of the fellowship at paranor: *sitting or lying on the floor on various states of grievous injury*

menion leah at paranor, standing over in a pile of dead gnomes:

bonus: the line that inspired this, which i think about constantly

[burninlovebutler]

examples for faith @cryingabtab to help inspire her to write sub!austin smut where he cries:

👹👹 i want him to cry like this 👹👹

[emlinden]

The Druid of Shannara by Terry Brooks.

This second Shannara trilogy isn’t talked about as much as it should be. I loved the first series but, at this point, I actually think I like this one even better. I like that the series follows the same characters and the same general quest the whole way through; it gives me more time to get attached to the characters and really come to care about what happens to them.

[a-funeral-pyre]

The new PODSOL chapter is out! Also, we are past one third of the story :D

[honourablejester]

Speaking of Wishsong, this is the copy of the book we had, with the Darrell K. Sweet cover art (you can see just the top of his signature on the bottom there).

And the thing I love about this cover art? See that dark ominous cloaked figure standing behind Brin and Rone at the edge of the cliff? That's not a villain. That's not a Mord Wraith, although you'd be forgiven the mistake. That's Allanon. The big good. Because, and I cannot emphasise the delight this brings me enough, Allanon is seven feet tall and scary as fuck. And yes, he does go around in ominous black robes. He is the most terrifying good guy you will ever meet, and I love him.

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Elf Queen of Shannara Cover Art by Keith Parkinson

[lavend3r-stardust]

*her

ISTG- Eretria was my queer awakening (mostly her, but hear me out: Amberle, Allanon, and Lyria damn 🥵 🥵).

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[allanonxmareth]

Another ficlet: Mareth knocks Allanon off his feet during sword fighting practice.

Pairing: Allanon/Mareth

Rating: G

Tags: Healing Magic, Fluff

Word count: 455

"You alright?" Mareth lowered her practice sword and let it drop to the ground.

"I'll live," Allanon said, sitting up. His sword had been flung to the side, on the grass and the fallen leaves.

She kneeled down next to him, wanting to check him for any marks. Her father looked otherwise unhurt, but there was a cut right on his cheekbone. Just a little slash, but deep enough that blood was trickling out.

"I'm sorry." She brushed her fingers over the cut. They were both still breathing hard after the exertion, and she drew in his scent: leather, earth, fresh sweat, mixing with the crisp autumn air.

"It's nothing," Allanon said softly, reaching to take her wrist. "Just a scratch." Mareth moved her hand, turning his gentle hold into twining their fingers, pressed against his heart. Her sharp Elven hearing could pick up its thrum.

"Still, I hurt you. Let me, please." Her own voice felt too low in her throat, and some part of her was cautious about proceeding, but she leaned forward, pressing her lips on his cheek.

Healing magic felt warm: it flushed through her, full-body, an easy burst of power. She had learned to control it better just like all other strands of magic. She felt that familiar wave now, warming her up to her fingertips and leaving her lips tingling where they were pressed lightly against Allanon's skin.

Just as quick as it happened, it made her heart speed up. This wasn't quite a kiss, just a brush of skin on skin, but perhaps it was over some line. Still, it only felt good to be able to do this for her father, to heal what she had hurt. When she pulled back, the cut was already fading, skin stitching itself together.

"There." Mareth squeezed his hand lightly, and let herself smile. Warmth was still pooling inside her, and she didn't want to let go of Allanon yet. She had really come to cherish these little moments together, perhaps too much. It was like skin contact reinforced that he was still here, alive and warm and with her.

He was close enough now that she could feel his breathing on her skin, sense his body warmth. His mouth was still slightly ajar, and his lips looked so soft, and so was the look is his eyes -

Mareth pulled backward and got up on her suddenly unsteady feet. She had almost done something they would both regret and she tried to chastise herself for it.

She took his hand again, but with a decidedly stronger grip, a warrior’s one, helping him up. Her father’s eyes on her were guarded once more, but there was no chastisement in them.

“Again?”