Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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THE WINTER LONG open thread!

To celebrate the release of The Winter Long, here. Have an open thread to discuss the book. Judging by the comments I'm seeing, some of you have had time, and I'd really, really rather book discussion (sometimes including spoilers) didn't crop up on other posts.

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS.

Seriously. If anyone comments here at all, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS. So please don't read and then yell at me because you encountered spoilers. You were warned. (I will not reply to every comment; I call partial comment amnesty. But I may well join some of the discussion, or answer questions or whatnot.) I will be DELETING all comments containing spoilers which have been left on other posts. No one gets to spoil people here without a label.

You can also start a discussion at my website forums, with less need to be concerned that I will see everything you say! In case you wanted, you know, discussion free of authorial influence, since I always wind up getting involved in these things.

Have fun, and try not to bleed on the carpet.
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seanan_mcguire

September 7 2014, 07:51:18 UTC 2 years ago

It's always been about blood and roses.

purlgurly

September 7 2014, 21:11:23 UTC 2 years ago

I totally missed the significance of this passage in R&R on my first (second...) read-through. (Toby in the Luidaeg's head):

“. . . water and fire, blood and burning. She and her sisters were goddesses then...Maeve’s Firstborn, pulled from her in blood and screaming while Oberon walked far, far away. But they died one by one at the hands of men and fae...until the Luidaeg was the last, running, always running, called monster and demon because her blood was so much older and wilder than their own . . .
I ripped myself free of her eyes with a gasp, staggering backward. A final thought lashed across my vision, burning: . . . did we lose it all for the roses? Oh, Mother, you fool . . .”