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Annael
Elvenhome
Mar 5 2024, 6:04pm
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fans of "Murderbot"
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They're making it into a TV series.
https://www.apple.com/...hris-and-paul-weitz/
Martha Wells will be a consultant, and I've liked the other stuff from the Weitz brothers, so hopeful. IF they can make Alexander Skarsgard androgynous, as Murderbot should be.
I am a dreamer of words, of written words.
-- Gaston Bachelard
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NARF and member of Deplorable Cultus since 1967
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Lily Fairbairn
Half-elven
Mar 5 2024, 7:54pm
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...Martha for many years. Does she ever deserve her success! I, too, hope they do justice to her wonderful series.
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow....
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Annael
Elvenhome
Mar 6 2024, 5:27pm
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In the latest "Murderbot" as well as a "Raksura" book and one from her "Ile-Rien" series, the protagonists spend a LOT of time wandering through some kind of underground tunnel/cave system. Is she a spelunker or is this an homage to D&D, or . . . ? Claustrophobic moi asking.
I am a dreamer of words, of written words.
-- Gaston Bachelard
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NARF and member of Deplorable Cultus since 1967
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Lily Fairbairn
Half-elven
Mar 6 2024, 10:41pm
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I don't know if that reflects anything in her real life, but 'll try to remember to ask the next time we're in contact.
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow....
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