#tithe series

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HELP ME BUY A BOOK

help me guys I need opinions on what book to buy and why...

PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG for a bigger sample as I've only done the poll for ONE DAY SO I NEED VOTES I BEG <333

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Kaye ˙𖦹 ⋆꙳ ໑ had some inspiration as I’m rereading my fav series :> photo one is glamoured Kaye and photo two is pixie Kaye!

[null1ty]

Ive decided to start posting Unwind fanart here too!! and I KNOW. I KNOW MY MIRACOLINA DEISGN ISNT CANNON. I KNOW 😭

[theaceofskulls]

No real spoilers for Tithes here, but I love that GW could've very much gone further with the time jump between Pariah Nexus and it, but chose to say "no, there's not been enough time to give Sa'kan a robot arm, he needs to keep being a chewtoy".

It's like they've realized that people like Dante, and the current status of Cato and Guilliman and said "every space marine needs to go here" and points to the Disco Elysium chair

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Prologue - Rebirth.

Eight hundred years ago, a king made a sacrifice.

CWs: Sacrifice, murder, painful transformation.

[Now on AO3]

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Seventy-seven lives. 

Not that much, in the long term. Less than a village. Less than a regiment of men in an army. Two digits. 

Seventy-seven men. 

More than seventy-seven lives would be affected. These men had friends, wives, children, parents, siblings. Lives cut short too soon. 

Seventy-seven innocents, taken to a mountaintop. 

Seventy-seven lambs.

Seventy-seven slaughtered. 

Montresor stood among the bodies, breathing heavily. 

It had not been easy. 

The men had been his own soldiers. Many of them had served under him for a decade or more. 

On the battlefield, Montresor had sacrificed hundreds of his own men. Possibly more. It had been in the name of strategy. Of victory. And it had worked. Their deaths were not in vain, as they died under his command to secure victory for those who mattered. Eventually, the victories of those in charge became his own. 

Many of the men whose bodies laid before him tonight had been instrumental in the coup that made him king. Their bravery and valor and willingness to sacrifice the lives of others had brought him here. 

And yet, for all those whose deaths he had caused, to slit the throats of his own men was difficult. 

His arms were heavy. The dagger he had brought was dulled by the blood caked onto it. His heart was heavy, like the weight of every man he had slain laid upon it. 

There was one more. The seventy-seventh. Like the others, he stood before the ornate metal basin. 

Magic was a tricky thing. On his own, without the assistance he was receiving, Montresor would have collapsed under the strain of putting so many under his thrall. These efforts were already taking their toll on him.

The final sacrifice was the hardest. It had to be. It was necessary. 

The general stared ahead. His hair was tied back, and the sweat and blood couldn’t conceal the scent of lavender that always lingered around him. 

He was small, before Montresor. Everyone was. But the way the general carried himself, you would never know. 

He had always been a lucky man. Montresor had so often spoken of him as a good luck token, his own rabbit’s foot. Any battle with him leading the men was sure to end in victory. 

These sacrifices were necessary. He had committed to this. He had sworn. There was one more throat to slit. 

The man before Montresor had been Lusalle Luchesi, once. Lusalle. His own. 

And perhaps it was cowardice, or perhaps it was a lingering tenderness. He wouldn’t know. He wouldn’t ruminate. He would do what he could to cast the memories from his mind. But whatever the reason, Montresor dropped the thrall once his arm was around the general’s chest; holding him in place. He held Lusalle still, even as he yelled, as he panicked and began pleading to Montresor, asking him those horrible questions like why and for what purpose? 

Montresor was silent as the blade ran across the general’s throat. As his throat spilled into the bowl. Like all the others. As his body fell down at Montresor’s feet, making its final noises. 

Montresor did not weep. 

He would, later, alone. And he would weep, and be done. He would have better things to do than shed tears. 

But for now, he stood. Removed his gauntlets, exposing his hands to the cool night air. 

As he had been told to, Montresor laid his gauntlets aside. Took his hands, and dipped them into the basin. 

The blood was still warm. 

When he drew his hands up, the night air stung them. The blood dripped down to his wrists, under his clothes, drying onto his skin. 

He brought his hands up to his mouth. The blood was sickly and metallic as it entered his mouth, and he choked it down. 

Another. His hands dipped back into the basin. He drew them to his mouth. 

And again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over, until his knuckles scraped the bottom of the basalt, until the last of the blood had long since seeped into the porous stone. 

And when it was done, the pain began. Like a shot of white-hot agony tearing through his mind, burning all that it passed. Down the back of his throat, the pain snaked into his spine, and traced veins and muscles as Montresor collapsed to his knees. 

He bled. His canines fell into his bloodied hands, replaced with ones that were sharper, stronger. His body remolded itself, becoming something else. His eyes, once a brown so deep they were almost black, opened again as a deep crimson.

The blood he coughed up- his own, already the dulled black ichor of one long-dead- did not return to him. His skin paled, a near paper-white pallor left behind. 

When he closed his eyes again, the pain returned, and with it came visions. Shapes. Colours. Incomprehensible gifts. Some, he thought he could perhaps understand parts of. Others were esoteric and alien to him. Flashes of red. A sword. A pipe organ. A child. Movement. Power. Patience. But power, he understood. Patience, and power beyond his wildest dreams would come to him. The visions were barely comprehensible. But all of a sudden, they left, and with them went the pain. 

And there he was. 

King Montresor Valdemar, knelt before a basin of stone, taking unnecessary gasps of air. Surrounded by seventy-six bodies, and one laid over his knees, staring up at the night sky. 

Montresor took Lusalle’s body in his arms. The dagger laid there on the mountain’s stone, long forgotten. They looked up at the sky together. 

The stars were gone. 

The moon was blood-red. 

Just over his kingdom. Just for this night. Just as he’d agreed. 

He was near-immortal now. He had killed seventy-seven men. He was a being that defied death. His power was more than any man could dream of, and more would come to him. The only man who could have slain him was cradled, dead, in his arms. In mere moments, he would turn around, making his way back down to his castle. 

And yet, staring up at the moon that stared back, he felt something he would never have to feel ever again. 

Montresor felt small. 

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Remy LeBeau

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kind of tithe themed stimboard

[godzilla-reads]

Before I started reading The Folk of the Air series, I started with The Modern Faerie Tales series and I still think it’s my favorite series by Holly Black.

[coconutsnowart]

Aren't we all a little like Kaye? Who remembers our green skinned, ink drop eyed pixie with moth wings? 🦋

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Most character opinion bingos!

@sirofreak

Sorry I got to this so late, I got distracted and then was too busy

Grace:

Lev:

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4K – Assassin’s Creed Origins – A Tithe By Any Other Name – Side Quest –...

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[starrynightsxo]

anyone know what the tithe series by holly blck is about? tryna do some reasearch here. is it similar to the folk of the air or completely different? is there a romance subplot (not that I want there to be but I wanna know if there is? who's the main character? who's the love intefest, if any? I really appreciate any help !!

[anchoredwithhisword]

Biblical Tithe Series: Part 8: Is the Tithe Only Food?

[null1ty]

doodles :D !!

i saw a head canon abt Conner playing basketball and i COULDNT stop thinking about it…. So i drew it :)

+ baseball Lev !!!

Im working on another drawing like the last two that arent doodles & are fully shaded, but idk when ill finish it, and i KINDA wanna post daily Unwind stuff but idk how long thatll last before i get burned out/art block

[faerytalesfromtheabyss]

With The Stolen Heir out in the world, I thought it would be helpful to bring this post back

Welcome to Faerie Land: A Guide to Holly Black’s Extended Faerie Universe

With Wicked King making the NYT Best Sellers list and more people reading The Cruel Prince/The Folk of the Air Series, I decided to make a quick guide to the other books in Holly Black’s Faerie universe. 

One of the things I love about Holly Black’s books is how they interrelate. They give you background information about the world and side characters in TCP. But it’s not necessary to read these books to understand TCP. Also, since Jude has been in Faerie for almost her entire life she sometimes brushes over certain faerie rules that new readers might not know (eg. the effects of cold iron and faerie true names). Holly Black’s earlier books lay out these rules much more effectively.

So if you��re a new reader of Holly Black’s books, welcome! I’ll try to stay away from spoilers, and I’ll add links to Goodreads for more in depth summaries. If you’re a veteran, here’s a quick review of the other books in the Faerie Universe and a little bit about how they relate to TCP.

Keep reading

[tozettastone]

Fantasy Novels Recommended By Vibes

A note about warnings and assumptions: I have given no content warnings, but most of these books have them, usually for violence or sexism. Except the middle grade books. I have assumed everyone knows who Tolkien and Jordan and Le Guin and GRRM are and does not require me to recommend them once more. I have also assumed that everyone following me has read and enjoyed the trashiest of fanfiction at some point or other.

Now, let's go.

"I want something that feels like reading the unhinged fanfiction of a 16 year old girl, but written by and for adults so the sex scenes don't make me feel deeply uncomfortable."

Oh boy. Okay. Don't worry, I've got you.

The Black Jewels trilogy by Anne Bishop. High fantasy. If you like to categorise things you will love the worldbuilding in this. Weird and gender essentialist, although not in the way you might expect.

The Merry Gentry series by L K Hamilton. Urban fantasy. Degrades in quality over time. I would say: read the first two, and then continue at your discretion depending on your tolerance.

"Do you have a version of this that is not quite so focused on sex as worldbuilding?"

I do, I do. Not everything that reads like unhinged fanfiction must automatically contain smut.

A Deadly Education and The Last Graduate by Naomi Novik. It's billed as adult fantasy, but it reads like YA. If you like 2010s fanfiction and wish it were better written more often, you'll love these two.

Any book by Mercedes Lackey will read exactly like fanfiction. I make no comments as to technical quality, but if you like hurt/comfort idfic, you will like these. If you're looking for a zero-romance, one-book introduction to these books, I'd try Brightly Burning.

"That's still a bit too adult. I want something that's fine to read with kids, too!"

Sure! Fantasy loves YA and kids' books, haha.

The Dark Is Rising sequence by Susan Cooper. Middle grade fantasy, leaning heavily on English folklore.

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn. Young adult urban fantasy. Concerned with the legacy of slavery in the US.

The Old Kingdom trilogy by Garth Nix. Young adult high fantasy. The pacing is strong, the worldbuilding is rad.

Tithe by Holly Black. Young adult fantasy. Her later books are better loved but I reread Tithe and then went and read The Cruel Prince for the first time this year and Tithe is better.

The Tortall books by Tamora Pierce. I like The Immortals, but reasonable minds will differ on this one. Middle grade high fantasy.

The Black Magician trilogy by Trudi Canavan. High fantasy, young adult.

"Okay, now I want young adult fantasy like that, but weird."

Weird. Hmm. Okay. Try:

The Tooth Fairy by Graham Joyce. Horror and fantasy, young adult, but not like... too young an adult. Give it to a 15 year old, not a 10 year old.

"That's... too weird. Put some weird back. I want something suitable for teens that's committed to the aesthetics of weirdness, but is not actually weird."

Alright, here are a couple:

Anatomy: A Love Story by Dana Schwartz. Historical fantasy, definitely young adult. The grizzly aesthetics of 19th century graverobbing are a gossamer veil over a cute, but not particularly sophisticated, YA novel.

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. Middle grade fantasy. Less weird than it thinks it is, but still fun to read.

"Enough kids' stuff. I want fast-moving urban fantasy!"

Urban fantasy occupies a weird nexus between fantasy and detective noir, which I'm kinda into. Here are my suggestions:

I think everyone who wants urban fantasy is probably aware of the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher, but I'll put it here anyway because there's a big fandom for the Dresden Files so if you stick it out for a bit you get access to all the fics. The first one will take you 3.5 hours and if you don't like it, move on — the writing doesn't really change. Also has a TV series.

The Felix Castor novels by Mike Carey. Urban fantasy, a little more grim, but definitely better written.

Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch. Urban fantasy. Main character is a police officer. I recently finished the first of these books and it was pretty fun, but I can't speak to the remainder of the series.

"Tozette, I fucking loved True Blood."

You're in luck, I can make this a whole category.

I bet you've heard of the Southern Vampire Mysteries by Charlaine Harris already, but if you haven't, it's what the TV series was based on. Urban fantasy, but actually kind of rural.

Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter by L K Hamilton. Urban fantasy. Another LKH series that starts fun and degrades rapidly. The first three are fun, they come in an omnibus. I was obsessed with this series when I was 17, which both is and isn't a recommendation. Again, this series has a large fandom.

Dime Store Magic and Industrial Magic by Kelley Armstrong. Urban fantasy. The rest of the Women of the Otherworld series is hit or miss for me, but I do recall liking No Humans Involved.

The Blood Books by Tanya Huff. Urban fantasy. Read if you've ever wished Harry Dresden was female. Also has a TV series!

"Do you have some traditional high fantasy recommendations that aren't Tolkien, Robert Jordan, GRRM, or Ursula K Le Guin? Please?"

Absolutely. Of course. One hundred per cent.

The Elenium trilogy by David & Leigh Eddings. High fantasy. Technically there's also a sequel trilogy, but it's not as good.

The First Law trilogy by Joe Abercrombie. High fantasy. Lots of high fantasy politics.

Urshurak by The Bros. Hildebrandt. High fantasy. Extremely Tolkien inspired but with more amazon women in metal bikinis.

The Books of Pellinor by Alison Croggon. High fantasy. There's four of them and while I wouldn't say they're my favourite books ever, I do think they're a solid, competently written high fantasy series that will stop you from contemplating the horrors of reality for at least three days.

The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski. High fantasy. A great rearrangement of European folklore. I struggled with the representations of women, personally, but they're well constructed stories.

"Recommend something that's fantasy but feels like a totally different genre."

Okay. I can do that. Here you go:

The Chronicles of the Crystal Singers of Ballybran by Anne McCaffrey. It's a trilogy that's set in space and therefore engages with a sci-fi kind of vibe, but if you scratch the surface, the trilogy is fantasy all the way down.

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by HP Lovecraft. Horror, but also historical fantasy.

The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde. The first three books of the Thursday Next series are gold, actually, but start here. This is about a literary detective living in an alternative history setting. Fantasy, but ideal for people who are going to get the rapid fire literary references.

"Tozette, what if you just recommend a single fantasy book, writer, or series, with your whole heart?"

My WHOLE heart? Okay. Here:

Johannes Cabal the Necromancer, Johannes Cabal the Detective, and Johannes Cabal: the Fear Institute by Jonathan L Howard are each different subgenres of fantasy, and all three of them are absolute fucking bangers. They are the best books on this list according to me. I love them.