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Quote of the Day

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“No offense, but what on earth could I ask of you that would be a great hardship?” His gaze rested on my mouth before making its way to my eyes again. “You could ask for the world, and then where would civilization be when I conquered it and laid it at your feet?”
The Dirt on Ninth Grave, Darynda Jones 

Ursula K Le Guin and the Original Magician's School

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The Earthsea Cycle series by Ursula K. Le Guin
(Or the Original School of Magicians)

Luis Alberto Urrea (Mexican-American poet, novelist, and essayist) wrote:
Of all my favorite memories of Ursula, this is in the top ten: she said, “Once you read women, you must write about women. But don’t write about us like men do.” She pointed that pipe at me. “When men write about women, the woman in the story invariably pauses at a mirror and regards herself. And she says, ‘My God, my breasts are magnificent.’ Luisito–we don’t do that!” I actually fell over on her rug laughing. And I never forgot it. SourceLet me introduce you to the author who wrote a magnificent tale about a kid who has almost no family but possesses some great powers, who arrives at a special school for magicians only to discover that he is destined for greatness, but he must face great evil and conquer it. Does this remind you of someone? If you think Harry Potter, you are not wrong. But I’m talking about Ursula K. Le Guin, …

Quote of the Day

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"I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories...water them with your bood and tears and laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom."
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With Wolves

Quote of the Day

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“I would like to build a garden,” she declared. “After all of this … I think the world needs more gardens.”


~ A Court of Wings and Ruin, Sarah J. Mass

What the Wenches Are Reading

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Click through the jump to see what we're reading this week! 



Quote of the Day

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Quote of the Day

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"Are you certain?" he said so softly that she shivered, because she knew what soft meant from this hard, implacable man. It meant every ounce of his energy had just been diverted and channeled into a mother lode of a nuclear missile that was locked, loaded, and targeted on whatever had just offended him, and that he would expend no more energy than was strictly necessary to speak. 

Feversong
~~Karen Marie Moning