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roddy-bg My name is Radostina Georgieva, "Roddy".
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"Drim Billet is dying and goes in search of his successors wizard, finding the infant Esk. Rather than being the eight son of an eight son, Esk is the daughter (with seven brothers) of an eight son, which rather buggers up being a wizard. She is taken in hand by the witch Granny Weatherwax, and begins to learn some magic, but the lure of the Lore is too much, and Esk sets out to become a wizard."
"Terry Pratchet" by Andrew M Butler

Targets
The institutional sexism of some (male) establishments.

"And where is this staff now?"
"She said she threw it in the river..."
Cutangle shook his head. "The river's flooding," he said. "It's a million-to-one chance."
Granny smiled grimly. It was the sort of smile that wolves ran away from. Granny gripped her brookstick purposefully.
"Million-to-one chances," she said, "crop up nine times out of ten."

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"If you were a boy I'd say are you going to search your fortune?"
"Can't girls seek their fortune?"
"I think they're supposed to seek a boy with a fortune," said the man, and gave a 200-carat grin.

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[...] a hint was to Esk what a mosquito bite was to the average rhino because she was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewriten them so they don't apply to you.

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Esk, of course, had not been trained, and it is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that what you're attempting can't be done. A person ignorant of the possibility of failure can be a halfbrick in the path of the bicyle of history.

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For the first time in her life Granny wondered whether there might be something important in all these books people were setting such store by these days, although she was opposed to books on strict moral grounds, since she had heard that many of them were written by dead people and therefore it stood to reason reading them would be as bad as necromancy.

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Granny wasn't sure she approved of silk, she'd heard it came out of a caterpillar's bottom...

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Granny Weatherwax: "That's one form of magic, of course."
Esk: "What, just knowing things?"
Granny Weatherwax: "Knowing things that other people don't know."

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"What?" he said.
"Milk," said the child, still focussing furiously. "You get it out of goats. You know?"
Skiller sold only beer, which his customers claimed he got out of cats.

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Simon: "They do say the pen is mightier than the sss--"
Esk: "--sword. All right, but which would you rather be hit with?"

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Beams of blue light lanced out into the corridor, moving and dancing as indistinct shapes shuffled through the blinding brilliance inside the room. The light was misty and actinic, the sort of light to make Steven Spielberg reach for his copyright lawyer.

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