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2026/009: Sister Svangerd and the Not Quite Dead — K J Parker
...we dig up their filigree and cloisonné and their rusted-solid clocks, we conserve and steal their books, and we know deep in our hearts that there are some things -- a lot of things -- that human beings used to be able to do once upon a time but can do no longer: that as a species we've shrunk and diminished, and we'll never be smart like that ever again. [loc. 220]

I was a great fan of Parker's earlier work, but lost enthusiasm somewhere around Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City -- an enthusiasm that I have now regained, and look! one and two-thirds trilogies to catch up on! Not including the new trilogy that begins with Sister Svangerd and the Not Quite Dead ...

The eponymous Sister is a former prostitute turned deadly assassin: our narrator, Brother Desiderius, is her partner -- in a strictly professional sense, of course -- and a talented forger. Unlike Sister Svangerd, he happens to be an atheist. Read more... )

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Jan. 15th, 2026 08:39 am
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Providing a dark secret

Sir Vernon Horrabin looked across his desk at his colleague. It argues exceeding well for the confidence your subordinates have in you, Carson, that Nottinge felt able to bring this sordid matter before you.

Carson leant back in his chair and nodded. I have quite exhorted 'em to come to me should they have any of the little troubles of youth – they are entrusted with heavy matters of the nation, there are ever those will go probe for any weakness – will not name names but will say there was a sad instance to do with the Board of Control of recent years –

Excellent well! said Sir Vernon, though that was a very foolish habit in Frimleigh of taking papers home, even had his son not been caught up in the toils of that Yankee fellow. But to the Nottinge business.

Pray, he thought, 'tis not a recurrence of the same plot.

Carson folded his hands. Why, here is Nottinge, discovers that a letter from his betrothed, that contains what he calls embarrassing matter has disappeared, and then shortly afterwards he receives a note – that he very sensibly brought to me – demanding payment for discretion.

Embarrassing matter?

Carson could not repress a lopsided smile. It transpired that Nottinge has a taste for dressing in women’s clothing – discovered this when obliged to take the woman’s part in plays at school – and his young lady is entirely confederate in this, advises him upon styles, &C, and in this particular epistle, writes that she has obtained an elegant set of stays that she fancies will fit him after she has made a few alterations –

Sir Vernon chuckled and then, more soberly, said would that more wives and young ladies would show such sympathy towards their husbands’ odd quirks, 'twould mean a deal less trouble –

Then added, but he does not go display himself thus in public?

Carson shook his head. I apprehend that there is no matter of actual masquerade – merely that he enjoys wearing female garb –

Why, one sees that this would be most embarrassing did it get out – I am right, am I not, in thinking that Nottinge is a prime sportsman, noted cricketer, fine shot, hard rider to hounds &C – Carson agreed that this was so – but 'tis in no way illegal. Let me consider over it a moment.

He steepled his fingers under his chin.

Why, this has been so very prudently beforehand that I am inclined to say that we might make a small outlay from the Special Fund as, shall we say, a sprat to catch a mackerel? I should be interested to observe whether, is he seen to pay up very brisk, the demands move on to matters of papers to which he has access.

Carson gave a slow nod. You put it very justly.

And I will keep the note, to see will it tell me anything further. Does it not look to you like a lady’s hand? though one supposes that a fellow in this line of business would also command the arts of forgery.

After the grateful Carson had left – for Nottinge was by way of being a protegé of his – Sir Vernon looked at the note.

Very much like a lady’s handwriting – and a good quality of paper, as well –

He shook his head. Must turn his attention to other business, and leave this until he might convoke with the lovely Clorinda.

Some few years ago he had made the error of supposing 'twas high time they married – felt age beginning to creep up on him – a desire to settle – put matters on a more regular footing. But had come about to realize that, however much a domestic life in that superbly run household appealed, it was far more valuable to the interests of the nation that the widowed Dowager Marchioness of Bexbury should appear as a free agent.

He grinned to himself. It had been Lord Julian Favell’s odd quirk concerning female feet that had first drawn the Foreign Office’s attention to a certain Lady of the Town, that he had found intelligent, first-rate at drawing out a fellow, and also entirely discreet. She had done 'em excellent service in that capacity, and even since her elevation had continued most useful to the nation’s interests.

Had quite the most valuable connexions! He did not interrogate how the little Hacker had come to learn her skills, but her ability with locks and more general legerdemain was quite unsurpassed. One did not, perchance, want to make an open approach to the former Bow Street Runner Matt Johnson and his investigation agency but was often a source of prime intelligence into assorted malefactions of state interest. And there was Clorinda, as 'twere the conduit.

So here he was in Clorinda’s exquisite parlour, and here was Miss Hacker presenting in her capacity as does the occasional secretarial tasks for Lady Bexbury, and all was in order for a fine exchange of intelligence.

Hacker conceded that Matt was entire agreeable to opening the course of their investigations to Sir Vernon – what they had at present was some two or three cases in hand that seemed very much about, I have your secret you would not want known, give me money! – so that they wondered whether 'twas some member of that same set had had setbacks at the tables or on the racecourse –

She explained their reasoning as to how they came at the supposition that it was either some individual in the same circle, or at least mayhap a maid or valet that would have access to the places where they gathered.

Sir Vernon nodded. Remarked that the fellow that had come to his attention was no idle man about Town – had the prospect of a fine career ahead of him – but his breeding and reputation as a sportsman would undoubtedly convey him the entrée to such circles. And was it all gentlemen that had been troubled in this way?

She shook her head. There is one lady – so far – 'tis quite the moral tale – had been lured into a card-playing set – made considerable losses – found herself obliged to pawn certain items of family jewellery that she never wore as frightful old-fashioned – then someone acquires the pawn-tickets and holds 'em to ransom.

Somehow – from a certain flash in Clorinda’s lovely blue eyes – he had a notion that there might be some quite informal investigation undertaken into this card-playing set!

So, Hacker went on, we begin to as 'twere draw a map of the circle in question –

That was very neatly done – and indeed, he could already see that these were acquaintances of young Nottinge.

I do not like to prejudge, murmured Clorinda, but I must observe that these are sets where Mr Mortimer Chellow has lately been seen, now he is so constantly in Blatchett’s company. And while there is a little coolness towards Blatchett, no-one has yet gone so far as to exclude him from their invitations.

Chellow is certainly a noxious creature, Sir Vernon agreed, and this sort of enterprize would not surprize me in him. But let us keep our minds open.

They sipped their tea and nibbled on the excellent cakes that Euphemia had baked and he fancied that there was a further matter waiting to be opened.

Hacker cleared her throat. 'Tis a difficult problem for the agency – how to undertake an investigation in such circles –

Sir Vernon smiled. Why, I was about to come to that. I am not altogether confident that this is merely some matter of raising the ready and that there is not some darker purpose behind which is why my young colleague, that is not particularly well-to-do, has been approached.

Clorinda drooped her eyelashes at him. La, Sir Vernon, are the interests of the nation at stake?

'Tis possible. And thus I volunteer the services of a certain young man about Town –

Hacker grinned. That I have taught the tricks of locks &C? Has somewhat of a dissipated reputation?

I had supposed, said Clorinda, that he was bound for some Embassy.

There is no immediate haste, said Sir Vernon. Is entirely the chap for this mission.

So here he was, looking across his desk at Lord Gilbert Beaufoyle, that had clearly been carefully cultivating an air of dissipation and at present was wearing a somewhat sullen expression.

'Twas understandable! Here he had the prospect of Paris, that was indeed quite the accolade so early in his career, and first there was, let us delay until after the election so that he could go display about the balls &C in the constituencies where there was Mulcaster interest, and now there was this desire that he should go disport in the set about Trelfer and South Worpley –

I doubt, said Lord Gilbert in sulky tones, that they will be extending me invitations. For 'twas still the case that the Ladies Inez and Leah, formerly bosom friends, to whom those eligible partis the heirs to the Duchy of Humpleforth and to the Marquessate of Emberry still aspired, continued to doat on that romantic, positively Byronic figure.

Sir Vernon smirked. They will certainly be inviting your brother Sallington, and does he indicate a desire that the invitation should include you, I fancy they would hardly refuse.

Lord Gilbert groaned. Indeed they will – Trelfer purposes some gathering at Mellonby, and m’brother is not inclined to cut – says at the very least he supposes there will be a painting or so of interest – there is also – Trelfer will boast upon it – an armoury displaying a deal of weapons. That I have some notion were not so much ones that his ancestors drew in the heat of battle but that some forebear collected.

Sir Vernon smirked again and said, indeed, a fine array of duelling swords and pistols!

Lord Gilbert groaned again. Lord. But I will go be dutiful.

I would not expect anything else. But I have been giving some thought to providing you with a dark secret

He observed that young Beaufoyle was still capable of being brought to a blush.

So here I have just the thing, entire in keeping with your reputation – that evoked lifted eyebrows – a handbill, and some correspondence with a certain quack, that promises very discreet and expeditious treatment, without mercury, for a certain ailment. One may suppose that 'tis entirely the sort of thing you would not want bruited about.

Most certainly not!

And of course a packet of the pills.

Lord Gilbert sighed, and nodded.


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And now a spot of happy news! It turns out Crystal, our mouse, isn't dying of cancer at the advanced age of maybe two years. It turns out she's just old. Also fat.

[personal profile] bunnyhugger had the veterinarian's appointment, early in the morning, while I went in to another office day at work. And it turns out the vet doesn't think there's anything particularly alarming at work in her innards. To make sure we could get a CAT scan done but for obvious reasons we don't want to put her to that stress.

But she has gained a lot of weight. Something like ten grams, which doesn't sound like a lot until you remember she started at 48. So, she has to stop getting so many snacks, which may be a self-solving problem as the young mice don't see any reason they shouldn't have treats we give her more.

One treat we do have to give her and her alone, though? Everyone's favorite arthritis pain-manager, meloxicam. The catch is that it's hard to give an injection into a mouse's mouth that doesn't threaten shoving it down their lungs. So we're looking to trick her into eating it, by soaking the meloxicam into a bit of bread. This has caused us to realize we're not sure Crystal has ever had a bit of bread and so she doesn't know whether it's a treat. Bread smeared in peanut butter, though, peanut butter being the food mice love as much as cartoon mice love cheese? She's not sure she likes that either. But also impairing things is that we took her out of her cage to put in the travel cage and feed her there, and that's circumstances that put anyone off their diet.

So we have to figure the best way to get medicine into mouse on a regular timetable. If we're lucky she'll come to see it as a special treat she and no other mouse gets to have and maybe that helps her feel not quite so aching and toddling. If not, well, we're old hands at doing stuff for our pets' good that they don't see why we're bothering them about.


Have some more pictures now of Oostende, the far point of our trip on De Lijn and where our last full day in Europe started to end.

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Public art outside the train station, a couple concrete benches along with statues in case you want to sit in a faceless person's lap.


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Somewhere over that way was a lighthouse. It didn't seem near enough to visit, especially behind fences like that, so we can't say we got any credits with the North American Lighthouse Society European League.


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I think it's lovely they have a whole ship channel dedicated to the Mercator projection map!


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We figured on the cathedral as the thing to walk to while we were out there and heading up that way discovered a tattoo parlor.


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We didn't get anything this time but we were delighted by the Popeye, Betty Boop, Flower, Minnie Mouse, and ... Snuffy Smith For Some Reason ... tattoos they had on offer.


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Serious things to ponder on a car painted to look like a late-evening sky.


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Currently Reading: A Call to Arms: Mobilizing America for World War II, Maury Klein.

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A thing I kept noticing in The Secret Commonwealth: any time someone brought up Dust, as in Rusakov particles, it went by fast. One character would mention it — another one might react — but then the conversation would move right along to something else.

The original HDM trilogy did a really solid job with this concept. Lyra first hears about it as one of many mysterious Scholar Things she spies on without understanding. When she gets a child-friendly explanation, it’s the Church-doctrine propaganda version. Readers follow along with her, and later with other POV characters, building out our knowledge as they hear more perspectives and see more experimental results.

There are good reasons Dust wouldn’t come up much in La Belle Sauvage. It’s a flashback, so even the experts are 10 years’ less knowledgeable, and young Malcolm (unlike Lyra) isn’t interacting with those experts much in the first place. If anything, the Rusakov physics in that book felt kinda shoehorned in. Bonneville is a Rusakov researcher, Malcolm finds his notes…then Mal keeps asking about it (even though it’s not relevant to surviving the flood, and he has no reason to expect it would be), and Bonneville keeps giving accurate answers (even though he has no motive to be honest, and every motive to make up something scary/demoralizing).

But TSC is a flash-forward. They have all the discoveries of HDM, plus another 10 years’ worth of research. A bunch of the main characters are professionally interested. This would be the point in the trilogy where you get to properly reintroduce Dust to the reader!

And instead…well, here are all the times it comes up:

 


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The other day, I posted If you wanna know if he loves you so, a 150-word story about a boy meeting his soulmate(s)(?).

I included discussion questions in the first comment because I had recently had a Tumblr conversation with [personal profile] teland where I linked her to someone floating the possibility of discussion questions on fanfiction with the implication that the questions, and responses, would be AI slop.

She responded by writing discussion questions for her seminal DC Comics identity porn story, A clarification of range, written before we called it "identity porn" and long before the term got diluted into "X doesn't know Y's secret identity... yet!" which is more properly, if less catchily, (if I do say so myself) anagnorisis.

If you have any knowledge or inquisitiveness whatsoever about DC Comics, run, do not walk, to read or reread that story. I still laugh about it regularly, and I have to remind myself it's not canon. I read it before I read any of Young Justice or the relevant Teen Titans, and it built foundational parts of my characterization.

Here are [personal profile] teland's questions:
Students! Did you know 'The End' is just the beginning? Follow along with me, and the story will never die! )

My response was:

Tonight’s homework: Read Whither Kelvin Trillion, Wither the Republic (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Explicit, the one in which one character writes filthy limericks about everyone else in canon worth boinking and a few who aren’t.)

Pre-reading: Given your knowledge of the author, speculate on the pairings.

Discussion Questions )

Té and I had a good laugh about it.

Then we got talking about soulmates as a trope, and I wrote the story linked at the top with discussion questions.

[personal profile] sanguinity's comment threw me bodily to the floor, convulsed with giggles of joy. It's considerably longer than the drabble-and-a-half I wrote and shows an attention to detail I cannot but applaud.

I may have broken kayfabe in my response. Can you blame me?

See, sometimes a good grade in commenting is normal to want and possible to achieve. I definitely got a good grade on the story and questions, so it's only fair.

But it's not a perfect grade, due [personal profile] sanguinity having good enough taste not to have watched the Star Wars prequels. Gotta deduct points for not reading the deeply silly text.

Don't even try.

Jan. 14th, 2026 09:48 pm
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Today I learned a photo-scanning app has a number of embedded ads that show up after a certain number of photos, exhorting you to buy a subscription rather than keep using the free version. You can't skip them, either. It left a bad taste in my mouth. What made the taste worse was finding out you can't just delete your account: you need to send the company a request to do that.

For an app designed to scan photographs to convert physical media into digital information, all the better to easily share some photographs from the Twentieth Century. I'd have thought that the added bonuses from a paid account would be enough to entice some purchases, and they try to get your money even while using the bare-bones, no-frills version that's fairly limited in scope and capabilities. While you're already using it.

It's further cemented my position to generally avoid apps on principle. That principle being "I don't have time for bullshit."

Wednesday Reading

Jan. 14th, 2026 08:13 pm
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Hey I am actually reading.

After 1177 B.C.: The Survival of Civilizations by Eric H. Cline, part of the Turning Points in Ancient History series, is currently 27% read. Given I began it last night... not bad.

I will probably check out the other books; the collapse of the Bronze Age has long been of interest to me. My largest concern is too much leaning into the Bible, referring to the Tanakh as "the Hebrew Bible", and I got weirded by calling a Jewish archaeologist as having been "ordained" as a Rabbi. I did not think that was the word.

Coolest factoid so far? The resurgent Assyrian Empire of the era had a Pony Express, with mule riders.

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Jan. 14th, 2026 08:28 pm
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On the first weekend of January [personal profile] genarti and I went along with some friends to the Moby-Dick marathon at the New Bedford Whaling Museum, which was such an unexpectedly fun experience that we're already talking about maybe doing it again next year.

The way the marathon works is that people sign up in advance to read three-minute sections of the book and the whole thing keeps rolling along for about twenty-five hours, give or take. You don't know in advance what the section will be, because it depends how fast the people before you have been reading, so good luck to you if it contains a lot of highly specific terminology - you take what you get and you go until one of the organizers says 'thank you!' and then it's the next person's turn. If it seems like they're getting through the book too fast they'll sub in a foreign language reader to do a chapter in German or Spanish. We did not get in on the thing fast enough to be proper readers but we all signed up to be substitute readers, which is someone who can be called on if the proper reader misses their timing and isn't there for their section, and I got very fortunate on the timing and was in fact subbed in to read the forging of Ahab's harpoon! ([personal profile] genarti ALMOST got even luckier and was right on the verge of getting to read the Rachel, but then the proper reader turned up at the last moment and she missed it by a hair.)

There are also a few special readings. Father Mapple's sermon is read out in the New Bedford church that has since been outfitted with a ship-pulpit to match the book's description (with everyone given a song-sheet to join in chorus on "The Ribs and Terrors Of the Whale") and the closing reader was a professional actor who, we learned afterwards, had just fallen in love with Moby-Dick this past year and emailed the festival with great enthusiasm to participate. The opening chapters are read out in the room where the Whaling Museum has a half-size whaling ship, and you can hang out and listen on the ship, and I do kind of wish they'd done the whole thing there but I suppose I understand why they want to give people 'actual chairs' in which to 'sit normally'.

Some people do stay for the whole 25 hours; there's food for purchase in the museum (plus a free chowder at night and free pastries in the morning While Supplies Last) and the marathon is being broadcast throughout the whole place, so you really could just stay in the museum the entire time without leaving if you wanted. We were not so stalwart; we wanted good food and sleep not on the floor of a museum, and got both. The marathon is broken up into four-hour watches, and you get a little passport and a stamp for every one of the four-hour watches you're there for, so we told ourselves we would stay until just past midnight to get the 12-4 AM stamp and then sneak back before 8 AM to get the 4-8 AM stamp before the watch ticked over. When midnight came around I was very much falling asleep in my seat, and got ready to nudge everyone to leave, but then we all realized that the next chapter was ISHMAEL DESCRIBES BAD WHALE ART and we couldn't leave until he had in fact described all the bad whale art!

I'm not even the world's biggest Moby-Dick-head; I like the book but I've only actually read it the once. I had my knitting (I got a GREAT deal done on my knitting), and I loved getting to read a section, and I enjoyed all the different amateur readers, some rather bad and some very good. But what I enjoyed most of all was the experience of being surrounded by a thousand other people, each with their own obviously well-loved copy of Moby-Dick, each a different edition of Moby-Dick -- I've certainly never seen so many editions of Moby-Dick in one place -- rapturously following along. (In top-tier outfits, too. Forget Harajuku; if you want street fashion, the Moby-Dick marathon is the place to be. So many hand-knit Moby Dick-themed woolen garments!) It's a kind of communal high, like a convention or a concert -- and I like concerts, but my heart is with books, and it's hard to get of communal high off a book. Inherently a sort of solitary experience. But the Moby-Dick marathon managed it, and there is something really very spectacular in that.

Anyway, as much as we all like Moby-Dick, at some point on the road trip trip, we started talking about what book we personally would want to marathon read with Three Thousand People in a Relevant Location if we had the authority to command such a thing, and I'm pitching the question outward. My own choice was White's Once And Future King read in a ruined castle -- I suspect would not have the pull of Moby-Dick in these days but you never know!
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Teaching stuff: First week went fine, the first zoom session went great. Over 20 students attended, it’s optional and we record it for those who can not attend. I’m almost done with the texts for week 3. My TA is wonderful. What are the chances I would get a Chinese exchange student… really. I was so happy when I got her resume. She’s organized, engaged. We both love to plan things out. We planned the heck out of the session on Monday. The content, the time allowed for each section and we delivered an hour of content on the dot. We were both really proud of ourselves. 

I decided to post more and at least post on Wednesday. So here goes my reading for the past week.

What I’m doing Wednesday

Reading 

I’m finishing v.8 of
Heaven Official’s Blessing, This is the last book of the series. I read book 1 and 2 at the end of the summer, put it on pause then picked it up again mid November and I haven’t read much else since. I loved the series. It kept me reading and interested. There are plot twists I saw coming, others not at all. Which is the mark of a good series in my book. 

I also read graphic novels for the class. I read in no particular order : 

The Other World's Books Depend on the Bean Counter (Manga), Vol. 1  I will continue to read the series. It was a satisfying read.

A study in Emerald. Neil Gaiman. I’m okay with reading it. It’s a different remix of Doyle with a dash of Lovecraft and a bunch of other literary kinda Easter eggs. I’m not fond of reading Gaiman these days but I needed to for the session on remixes, adaptation etc., of Doyle’s works.

2 French Canadian graphic novels. One I really liked and it’s available in English translation for those who might want to check it out.

UTown by Cab. I really liked the condensed plot, the graphics, the whole punk, gritty atmosphere and I know the area that inspired the author. Gentrification, poverty, artists, etc. A good graphic novel. 

1 French graphic novel.
Quand j’ai froid
by Valentine Choquet. My crush of the week. Almost no text but plenty of emotions.  

Watching 

Love between Lines. Modern romance cdrama. So so good. Adults who talk about the misunderstanding, slowly falling for each other. The VR Republican Alternate universe escape game is so good. Both leads have chemistry, the acting is good, the story is good. It's about architecture, which is one of my thing. I'm watching in real time which is the one irritant. 

Glory. Historical, political, matriarcal cdramaWhich is on hold because it hit kinda of a slump. I'm stalled at episode 12. 

Flight to you. Modern work place cdrama set in aviation industry. It ties me over waiting for the new Love between lines episodes. Wang Kai (of Nirvana in fire) is his stoic self. It's a nice story. I'm up to episode 8.

I did finish last week
Shine o
n me which was so much fun. One of the greenest green flag male lead in the same league as The First Frost and The Best Thing. Two really good modern cdrama romance from 2025. 

Crafting

Started this
Fox in Winter Forest
cross-stitch because I got tired of stitching flowers with a gazillion colour threads. So I put on hold my really big project to tackle this smaller one with less than 10 colour threads.

That's it. 

Have a good rest of the week. I know I will. 







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What I’ve Read­
Novel Length fanfic!
Super/Bat - The Long Hangover by CoffioCake – a comics-focused Super/Bat fanfic with a very delightful level of identity porn! “Clark knows he should take a break: His powers are on the fritz, he feels like shit, and Batman’s treating him like a liability. But Gotham's villains seem to have it in for Metropolis' Big Blue Boy Scout and Clark won't just wait around for answers. Batman might be the world’s greatest detective, but Clark Kent is one of the Daily Planet’s most tenacious reporters. This is definitely a job for Superman.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/5912137

Hannibal/Will Graham - Falls the Shadow by littlesystems - https://archiveofourown.org/works/23577121 Hannibal/Will Graham fanfic. “AKA an AU where Bedelia is Will’s psychiatrist instead of Hannibal, Will makes a series of increasingly questionable life choices, and no one should ever take Bedelia’s advice. Ever.” - A very indulgent fic where Hannibal and Will get a chance to meet under more romantic circumstances.

Sidebar: So I write this on Tuesday, a day after I applied a latte to my aging human body after 2pm and screwed up my sleep pretty drastically last night. So drastically, in fact, that I left comments on fic I was reading at every thirty minutes from midnight to 2am. Since caring is sharing, in no particular order, here’s some of the fic I read Monday night/Tuesday morning!

Fandom: Guillermo Del Toro’s Hellboy II The Golden Army
I got into a headspace about old Guillermo del Toro movies and ended up re-watching it. (Fun!) One thing I enjoy with del Toro is that he often carries character-types and themes from film to film, so that Nuada from Hellboy II and Nomak from Blade II and Quinlan from The Strain and The Creature from Frankenstein are all characters that shade into each other. It feels very fannish to me – wanting to play with similar characters in different scenarios.

I found some fic focusing on Prince Nuada Silverlance, the villainous and thinly veiled survivor of colonialism becomes genocidal threat dude from the second movie, pairing him with the fandom bicycle of John Meyers, Agent Rookie Who Needs Exposition from the first Hellboy movie. (They never meet in canon.) Not going to lie, some similarities to Thorin Oakenshield here – the quest to save a kingdom in the face of certain ruin, a quest that kills him? Not the same but not different! (Sidebar: I was hoping to see more fic of Abe Sapien/Nuada from the Hellboy II fans. In the film, Abe’s paired with the other twin, Nuala, and the twins have a psychic bond type thing that means they suffer each other’s wounds. It just seems like a trio pairing would make sense here!)

-To Swallow My Desire And Choke On It by Skelettoine – and sequel Bury me to the sound of your name - https://archiveofourown.org/series/4520452

-it’s all going To End in Spears by psychomachia https://archiveofourown.org/works/76350796

-One of these things by obscureshipyard - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31634057

Fic from other fandoms, in which people make very poor choices about their sexual partners for extremely human reasons:

Mo Dao Zu Shi fic - so low i can't see the high road (on my knees) by Anonymous (Restricted) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33068710 – Very niche and fucked up pairing in Mo Dao Zu Shi modern au. What do you do when your best friend and foster brother from childhood, your first love and the one who you thought you’d spend your whole life with, shows up with a boyfriend? Jiang Cheng decides the answer is: Fuck his dad.

Batfamily - (you kept me like a secret) i kept you like an oath by gatheringwool - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43038276 A well written fucked up Bat Family fic -In Jason Todd’s POV - about the night where it is revealed that he and Bruce have been having sex since Jason was twelve. It goes as well as could be expected. Mind the warnings.

What I’m Reading Now
Sunrise in the East by wroth_and_ruin – aka “that Hobbit/Pushing Daisies Sentinel/Guide AU crossover that nobody asked for and nobody wanted but you're getting anyway.” I read this at the recommendation of a friend years ago and it is charming and holds up to multiple re-reads. https://archiveofourown.org/works/1319923 This fic is fantastic if you like horny slow burns and cultural differences and Lee Pace. 

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins – The second Hunger Games book. - Paused, bc hearing about fictional police crackdowns in Panem was… not doing it for me this week.

One Corpse Too Many by Ellis Peters – Book two of the Brother Cadfael medieval mysteries. 75% ish 

What I’ll Read Next
I want to read some physical books I have around
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Challenge #7

LIST THREE (or more) THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF. They don’t have to be your favorite things, just things that you think are good. Feel free to expand as much or as little as you want.


Here are mine. )

two log cabins with snow on the roofs in a wintery forest the text snowflake challenge january 1 - 31 in white cursive text

これで以上です。
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What I Finished Reading This Week
Nothing. Still working through multiple lengthy titles, at least two of which I should finish later this week.


What I Am Currently Reading

Internet Security Fundamentals - Nick Ioannou
So far, it's doing exactly what it says on the tin.

Mannaz – Malene Sølvsten
Sølvsten introduced some interesting new settings and characters in the chapters I read this week.

After the Forest – Kell Woods
This book continues to be very, very good, although I'm skeptical that Woods can draft a satisfying, unrushed conclusion in the amount of pages left.

The Disabled Tyrant's Beloved Pet Fish vol. 1 – Xue Shan Fei Hu
Because why not add another 400+ page book to my current stack of in progress titles.


What I’m Reading Next

This week I acquired Mickey Clement's The Irish Princess, Vanessa Vida Kelly's When the Tides Held the Moon, TJ Klune's Wolfsong, Meg Richman's Freya the Deer, and Xue Shan Fei Hu's The Disabled Tyrant's Beloved Pet Fish vol. 1.

これで以上です。

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Jan. 14th, 2026 02:54 pm
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My schedule for Arisia this year is minute, but a fairly big deal for me since the state of my health last allowed me to participate in programming in 2021. I mean, at the moment the state of my health is failed, but I'm still looking forward.

Dramatic Readings from the Ig Nobel Prizes
Saturday 3 pm, Amesbury AB
Marc Abrahams et al.

Highlights from Ig Nobel prize-winning studies and patents, presented in dramatic mini-readings by luminaries and experts (in some field). The audience will have an opportunity to ask questions about the research presented—answers will be based on the expertise of the presenters, who may have a different expertise than the researchers.

Cursed Literature
Sunday 4:15 pm, Central Square
Mark Millman (m), Alastor, Kristina Spinney, Sonya Taaffe

Some literature describes haunted houses; other books seem like they are haunted, as though the act of reading the book is inviting something vaguely unclean into the reader's life. Whether considering the dire typographical labyrinths of The House of Leaves, or the slowly expanding void at the heart of Kathe Koja's Cypher, some works leave a mark. Panelists will explore books that by reputation or their own experience, produce a lingering unsettled feeling far beyond the events and characters of the story.

SFF on Stage
Sunday 5:30 pm, Porter Square B
Raven Stern (m), Andrea Hairston, Greer Gilman, Sonya Taaffe, Stephen R. Wilk

Science fiction and fantasy have long been mainstays of live theater; William Shakespeare wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream in 1595. Peter Pan introduced one of the 20th century's best known characters in 1904. In 1920, R.U.R. gave us the word "robot." Universal Studios' famous version of Dracula was adapted not from the novel, but the wildly successful Broadway play. That's not even getting into modern musicals like Wicked or Little Shop of Horrors. What does it take for genre to work in a live setting, and where have we seen it succeed (or fail)?

Anyone else I can expect to see this weekend? The ziggurat awaits.
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