I want fantasy books with an non-medieval imaginary world as a setting
#Elves as the victims of deforestation #Dwarves selling oil and diamonds; the richest race to every live #the never ending fight between science and magic #doctors and healers never agreeing on anything #potions sold in the back alleys of countries who don’t trust magic #pills in the back alleys of countries who think science is the real black magic in this world #dragons and planes in the sky #unicorns and griffins in zoo for children to see #witches pretending to be mundane people and people predenting to be witches #war fought with guns and spells #war fought with bewitched guns #will we finally give civil rights to giants? #we might someday we give them to fairies after all #someone says there’s a country without magic across the sea #now that would be a strange world indeed
We don’t confine science fiction to the future, so why should we confine fantasy to the past?
I’m going to take a moment to discuss a thing. That thing is actually technically two, and they are both series of books written by Kate Griffin. The first starts with A Madness of Angels and is beautiful. The second is a series set after these events, but focusing on different characters. There is so much of what you want in them. They are modern day, urban fantasy with exquisite writing and hilarious lines. Be warned they will also break your heart. But they are one of the best things I have read in a while and I really thank Cas for introducing them to me.
Some choice quotes include:
“If I had to be succinct, I guess I would say that urban magic works on the premise that magic is created by life. And life, these days, is about the underground, the buses, the street lamps, the smell of Chinese take away and the footsteps you half-thought you could hear behind you in the empty car park, but which are gone when you look again.”
“Curiosity may have killed the cat, but paranoia was what tied it up in a sack and buried it in wet concrete.”
“I’m a little vague on the details but aren’t doughnuts just the most marvellous thing to ever come out of organised religion?”
“There was almost a flicker of humanity in the man. The kind of human who pulled wings off flies as a kid, but still human.”
“The dream state just before wakening when it seems perfectly logical for the goldfish not to like peeling its own potatoes on the bus.”
The Books (for better summaries):
Anyway, sorry for the rant, BUT GO READ!
EDIT: And I completely forgot the BEST BIT! There are all these kick-ass female characters none of whom are in love with the main guy and more than half of them are WOC!
Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
He could also have been made black and white, but thankfully this was voted down as well. (Red Dwarf Series 1 DVD booklet)
The man in the chair is MARWOOD. Twenty-five years old. Milk white with insomnia. Glasses like Lennon’s and a sweet face behind them. Seventy-five per cent good looks and the rest is anxiety. This is a long haul with unspecified destination. Only thing certain is there are still hours to go. Hours and hours have stagnated in here. Drifting in cigarette smoke and settling with the dust.
you know what’s really sad to think about?
this is the shit john scrawled all over his walls when he was asleep as a kid and this is why john’s dad left him so many notes about how proud he was of him.
he just wanted his son to be proud of himself.