Trudi Canavan kommer til Danmark!!!

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Okay, dette indlæg er flere ting i én. First off vil jeg sige, at I ikke er glemt, og at jeg mere eller mindre dagligt tænker på at blogge – men tiden og heldet har bare ikke været med mig. På fem måneder flyttede jeg tre gange med min lille dreng, startede og afsluttede et lynkursus i spansk på 0-B niveau (og kom ud af det med et 10-tal efter blot 3 måneders undervisning – yay!) har haft diverse klassiske must-have sygdomme med barn (mellemørebetændelse, virusser i alverdens afskygninger m.m.) osv osv osv… Man kan på ingen måde kalde mit liv kedeligt lige nu, men det gør desværre også, at der ikke er meget tid tilovers til bloggen, men det håber jeg på at finde… lige om straks… 2016 bliver et fantastisk år – jeg kan mærke det!!! =)

Anyhow, til en af de absolut største og mest fantastiske nyheder for det kommende år 2016, er den nyligt afslørede guest of honor på Esbjergs Fantasyfestival i september… (I har nok allerede gættet det ud fra overskriften og det ikke særligt diskrete billede øverst)…

Nemlig ingen ringere end
!!!Trudi Canavan!!!

Ahhhhhh og gisp, mit bogelskerhjerte sprang lige et slag over, da jeg læste den besked… Og jeg læste den lige en gang mere… og så lige en til… Det er simpelthen ikke til at fatte… Jeg må ærligt indrømme, at selve messen sidste år var en kæmpe skuffelse, men at møde Tamora Pierce var uden tvivl hele rejsen værd!!! Og jeg må nok også indrømme, at jeg flere gange har tænkt, at den bliver hamrende svær at slå, men nææ nej, for til næste år kommer ingen ringere end min absolutte yndlingsforfatter (en af mange godt nok), og hold da op, jeg ved slet ikke hvad jeg skal gøre af mig selv lige nu – jeg føler mig godt nok som en lykkelig lille julegris!!!

Skulle I have interesse i at læse mere om det, kan I læse mere om det lige her.

Er det ikke bare fantastisk!?!?!

 

Pyy ha for en omgang…

Så gik der sku kuk i min verden igen, og både Deweys read-a-thon, fokus på-tour og tja… alt faktisk… blev påvirket, og jeg beklager virkelig, at bloggen har stået så stille. Jeg ved ikke helt hvornår den kommer helt op og køre igen, men forhåbentligt kan jeg finde overskud til den i ny og næ det næste stykke tid, så I ikke føler jer helt glemt – for det er I bestemt ikke!!! Jeg har simpelthen bare ikke særligt meget overskud lige nu…

Og hvad gik der så galt denne gang?!?

I kender sikkert hele den der tanke om, at når man får børn, så skal man være den der fantastiske kernefamilie som bare kan klare alle verdens problemer, opfostrer det perfekte glade barn, og generelt får det hele til at se ud som en leg… Det er bare ikke virkeligheden, og nogle gange knækker snoren der binder det hele sammen desværre, og det er netop hvad der skete for min mand og mig. Så nu står jeg pludselig midt i en skilsmisse, og uanset hvor pænt man prøver at gøre sådan noget, er det hamrende grimt, hamrende hårdt og slet slet ikke sjovt (og det var endda mig der endte med at sige stop, for nu kunne jeg simpelthen ikke mere)… Så nu står jeg og skal alene ud i den store verden, med en 8 måneder gammel dreng på armen, en halv husholdning og en helvedes bunke problemer som kræver at blive løst her-og-nu… suk… Jeg kan vist snildt sige, at jeg desperat forsøger at holde hovedet højt hævet for vores lille drengs skyld, men i virkeligheden føler jeg sku, at jeg er ved at drukne, så alt overskud går til, at holde bare en smule styr på trolden, hverdagen, kommunen og mig selv, og så må bloggen desværre passe sig selv en smule… Det håber jeg at I overlever (igen)…

Jeg har planer om, at trække en vinder af Cecilia Tan-godterne her i morgen (med mindre min verden lige laver endnu et krumspring), og så må vi se hvad der ellers byder sig af overskud hen af vejen.

Kryds fingre for mig derude, og send gerne badevinger, badering eller redningsbåd hvis I har, for puuh hvor er jeg ude på dybt vand lige nu… Men jeg håber at I alle sammen har nogle fantastiske læseoplevelser, og nyder jeres weekend fuldt ud, og så ses vi jo lige straks igen… =)

Deweys 24 hour Read-a-thon 2015

Jeg har ikke fået skrevet om dette på bloggen, men jeg har i år planlagt at skulle deltage i det 24 timers lange read-a-thon, som bliver afholdt et par gange om året. Og hold da op hvor har jeg glædet mig!!! Dette indlæg vil løbende blive opdateret med hvad jeg læser, hvad der sker m.m., så jeg håber I vil kigge med ind imellem… Og til alle jer derude, som deltager i denne spændende event – Rigtig god læselyst!!!


 

09.00: Så for pokker. Så er der ikke mange timer tilbage, men jeg skvattede i søvn på sofaen, med alt lys tændt m.m. For pokker hvor har jeg sovet godt, også selvom det ikke var meningen jeg skulle sove så længe, men nu er jeg helt klar på, at læse videre…

Sunbolt af Intisar Khanani01.15: Både mand og barn sover sødt, natten har for alvor fået fat, og omkring os sover alle. Det er det perfekte tidspunkt, at sidde og læse på.
Indrømmet, jeg kan godt mærke, at øjenlågene begynder at blive en smule tungere, men det må vente lidt endnu. Jeg har endelig valgt en anden bog at gå i gang med, og denne gang er det Sunbolt af Intisar Khanani. Den lyder bare super spændende, og første kapitel er bestemt ikke skidt, så lad os håbe det fortsætter sådan!

01.00: Overvejer lidt, at tage en pause fra The Waterborne Blade. Den er okay, men jeg savner noget nyt. Jeg er i hvert fald ved at gå død i den, så mon ikke en anden titel er på sin plads… Men hvilken skal man så vælge… Hmm…

24.00: Jeg får slet ikke læst det jeg havde sat mig for, men for pokker hvor jeg hygger mig alligevel. Især denne vidunderlige video, som der blev lagt op på read-a-thon hjemmesiden, er jeg helt hooked på. Jeg har set den flere gange – den er simpelthen genial. Prøv selv og se, hvis I ikke allerede har det den!

23.30: Jeg forstår virkelig godt hvad andre snakker om, når de siger, at de næsten følger mere med hos andre, end læser selv. Hold da op det er sjovt at sidde og kigge rundt omkring, og se hvad andre læser og skriver om.

21.00: Nogle timer er gået, og jeg har haft en pokkers masse at se til – som desværre ikke har været bogrelateret. Dog sidder jeg bag bogen igen nu, og læser derud af, så here we go Again…!!!

17.00: Det er lidt sjovt når man tænker på, hvor hurtigt tiden går. Jeg havde planlagt en masse bøger til i dag, men jeg fornemmer allerede nu, at jeg var en anelse håbefuld. Det er dog super hyggeligt uanset hvad, og det er bare skønt at få søde beskeder fra jer derude!!! Håber I alle sammen får læst en masse!!!

16.00: Endnu en time er gået – hvem har dog sat tiden til at gå hurtigere end normalt? To timer er nu overstået, og jeg er snart 100 sider inde i The Waterborne Blade. Super spændende indtil videre, men den er lidt lang tid om rigtigt at komme i gang.

15.00: Tænk engang at den første time allerede er gået. Jeg er kommet fint i gang med The Waterborne Blade, og den virker indtil videre super spændende – selvom kvinder der bliver hysteriske og nægter at sammarbejde, når man forsøger at redde deres liv, ikke er “my thing”… Come on de damer, vis at I har rygrad!!!

The waterborne blade af Susan Murray14.25: Første bog er valgt. Det bliver The Waterborne blade af Susan Murray! Det er virkelig en bog jeg har glædet mig til at læse, så nu skal det være nu… Fantasy og atter masser af fantasy!

14.10: Er kommet en anelse sent i gang. Barn og mand skulle lige skubbes ud af døren, og sikke de nølede. Hehe. Men nu er jeg klar. Så er det blot, at beslutte hvilken bog der skal læses først!!!

Fokus på: Cecilia Tan dag 8

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Så er det blevet tid til en lille ekstra historie. Oprindeligt var det meningen, at Cecilia Tan ville have skrevet en helt ny historie til denne fokus på, men historien udviklede sig helt vildt, og kunne desværre ikke længere bruges. Øv øv siger jeg bare, men så får vi denne fantastiske historie i stedet, og da jeg tilfældigvis syntes at Frost er en fantastisk personlighed, er det altså super sjovt at læse denne lille historie.

Jeg vil dog lige advare jer om, at denne historie er ret seksuelt ladet, og jeg mener ikke dreng-pige her… Det er to fyre det handler om, så spring den evt over, hvis I har lidt svært ved hele bøsse-konceptet, for jeg formoder, at det kan virke ret provokerende på nogle af jer derude… =)


Ignorance is Bliss
In which Frost tells the tale of how he got together with Michael Candlin
by Cecilia Tan

I was raised by wolves. Never forget that.

Michael and I met in Enchantment class. We were lab partners; is that a cliche? How do most people meet their first boyfriend?

I suppose most people have already had their first boyfriend by the time they get to university. But remember, I was raised by wolves. Until age 11, anyway. After that I spent my teen years living with two nice old ladies who were happy to foster a magical foundling, a few blocks from the campus of Veritas. From no protection at all to overprotected, in other words. Neither one is conducive to dating.

So there I was in my first semester at the magical university. Michael and I were both wide-eyed and quiet as church mice that first semester, though perhaps part of that was no one wanted to upset Professor Cross. She was a brute when it came to practice and homework and grading on a curve. Fail her class and you could forget being an enchanter.

“Put your hand in mine,” Michael said in a quiet, quiet voice. We were sitting facing each other, working on an exercise from the syllabus. Around us everyone was paired off and doing the same thing, while Cross stalked up and down, looking for mistakes or lack of focus. He held up a hand, his palm open.

I hesitated for a moment. Physical contact wasn’t something I’d had much of in years. It wasn’t something I’d ever remembered wanting, and since moving to Cambridge, it had never been forced on me.

This wasn’t forced, though. It was an exercise for a class. Michael’s eyes were large and round and expectant.

I put my hand in his.

It was all downhill from there.

* * * *

I’ll probably never know just how much he knew about me before we met. Since I knew nothing about him other than his house (Scipionis) I assumed he knew nothing about me. But that was a bad assumption. I was known to many of the faculty as a “special” student, and idle chatter had a way of filtering down. I wished, of course, that all the attention came from my academic achievements, rather than the rumors—and some facts—about my past, so my goal became to simply be at the top of every class.

Since this was a partner class, that meant Michael and I would <I>both</I> have to be the best.

“We need to come up with a final project that will really show off both our abilities,” he said, motivated in his own way to excel. Typical Scip: they’re all about academics.

We were sitting at a table in the library, books scattered around us and notes covering the page in front of me. “I know. But is conjuration too ambitious?”

He shrugged. “It would make an impression. But it can’t just be a like a party trick. It needs to be artistic, and combinatory.”

I sighed. “Like, I conjure the seeds, and you make them grow quickly?”

“Hm, that has promise but…if we just do something additive, she’ll fail us. We need to do something that multiplies your power and mine. Something that could only be done with us working together at the same time.” He bent his head and wrote something.

I put my hand on the table and turned it palm up. “Put your hand in mine?” My voice was remarkably steady, I thought.

He looked up, and the look in his eye said he heard all the unspoken questions I wasn’t asking. He gave me a moment to appreciate that, then slid his hand into mine.

His was warm, almost hot. I took a deep breath and felt the power under my skin pulse. He swallowed, feeling it too.

“Whatever you want to do,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. I’ll try it.”

I was speaking of the enchantment project, wasn’t I?

* * * *

I kissed him for the first time a week later. A long, agonizing week in which I kept trying to think of how to ask him if we could. I’d never been kissed. Once I had it in my head to try it, I could think of nothing else. I sat so close to him in class that our sleeves touched. We took to studying together in the Scipionis common room, my leg touching his under the table. He noticed the change, but didn’t do anything differently. Not wanting to scare me away, perhaps, the same way I was afraid I might scare him.

I wanted so many things that I didn’t know how to ask for, but once I began to want, I couldn’t stop.

He rescued me late one night when we were alone in the common room, the fire burned to embers, and even the graduate tutors had gone to bed. I think the only reason we were still sitting there was because we were both waiting for this.

He knew to ask if it was okay before he touched me. “Can I touch your cheek?” he asked.

“My cheek?”

“Like this.” He reached up and brushed his fingers, then his warm palm, up my cheek. “Okay?”

I nodded.

Then he pulled me slowly closer. “Will you kiss me, Frost?”

My answer was to devour him. One touch of my mouth to his and I knew I would never get enough of him, but I was going to try. Lips, and tongue, and teeth. He was delicious and I was savage.

I was raised by wolves, remember.

* * * *

We didn’t have what I’d call sex until a month later. When do you start counting it as sex, anyway? I have my own reasons for questioning that, I know.

I count it from when orgasm gets involved. He made me come with his hand, in the men’s room in the library, where we’d gone to study the secret spell books together. It was difficult for me to let go. But I knew once I did, I found another thing I wouldn’t be able to get enough of.

Apparently, so did Michael.

* * * *

“Could we study in your room?” Michael asked one evening, when we were studying together before the library closed. We weren’t even working on the project for Professor Cross that night, but it wasn’t lost on me that we were pretty much inseparable.

I looked up at him. “My room?”

“Something tells me if we want to be alone, you’re better at getting rid of your roommate than I am.”

I licked my lips. “And do you want to be alone with me, Michael?”

“Yes, very much,” he said, and I heard everything he wanted in those words. Oh, Circe. He looked like a deer in the headlights, yet he was the one asking. Somehow that made it all okay. I never hesitated after that first day I put my hand in his. When he asked for something, I gave it to him, and invariably discovered I liked it.

I took him in the back way so he wouldn’t have to walk across the common room to reach the stairs. Then I told Persy to make himself scarce. We didn’t even make a pretense of getting our books out of our bags. I laid him back on my bed and unbuttoned his sweater, nibbling at his neck.

“Please, Timothy,” he said, asking without asking. I bared his cock and my own and rubbed them together. It was one of the best things I think I’ve ever felt. Not just the sensation of it, but the knowledge of what I was doing, and how much pleasure could be had from it.

“Want you,” he said. “Want this.” His fingers brushed up my length and made me shiver.

I know better than some people, though, how much pain can be had from it, too. I’d tried to forget. Circe knows I’d tried. So I had to be sure. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” His hands pushed my shirts off over my head, my sweater turning inside out inside the undershirt. He stroked my chest. “I can feel you hesitating. If it’s too much…”

“It’s not too much,” I tried to assure him, but I couldn’t explain why I was so hesitant about sex. Not and still keep the secrets I had locked up so deep inside me from before I came to Veritas. I pretend that was all a bad dream I used to have. I pretend it’s a nightmare I used to have over and over, so bad it messed me up, but not nearly as bad as if it had really happened.

“You don’t have to tell me why you’re so scared,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me anything. But I’ll tell you everything, Frost.”

“Timothy,” I corrected him. “What’s to tell?”

“I can be anyone you want,” he said then, quickly. “When I…when I have sex, I can create a whole dream world around my partner.”

He couldn’t have known that was the wrong thing to say, but he felt my blood run cold.

“Timothy?”

“No dreams,” I insisted. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know it’s the real you under me. I need to know it’s Michael Candlin who wants my cock so bad, he dared set foot in Gladius House.”

He pulled at me then, pulling me into a kiss, but I didn’t let him kiss me as long as he wanted. I trailed my mouth down his neck again, got him out of his sweater and shirt finally, and sucked on his flat nipples, making his chubby cock bounce against my stomach.

I licked it, just to see what it would taste like, but I couldn’t bring myself to suck on it. Instead, I pushed his legs apart and licked his ass instead.

My jaw and tongue got tired of that pretty fast, so I rolled him onto his stomach and that was easier. I used my tongue and my fingers, making sure he was good and ready. How do you tell if someone is really ready? Maybe there’s no surefire way to tell, but when Michael broke down and begged, I figured he was.

My cock was such a different color from his buttocks, ruddy against the pale, almost bluish tinge of his skin.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Are you asking just to torment me now, or are you really just making sure?” he asked in return.

“I don’t know,” I said. “It just seemed like the thing to do.”

“For fuck’s sake, Timothy,” he swore. “Just get it in, and all the questions will go away.”

“They will?”

“Yes! Including that one!”

I had no idea what he was talking about, and nearly stopped to ask more, but my own cock was throbbing with hunger, his hole was twitching impatiently, and I decided there was no more waiting. I jammed myself into him before I could put it off any longer.

Oh. Now I knew what he meant. Inside him, it was like I was inside him. I could see through his eyes, and feel his skin—and, oh.

I think I whimpered. Or maybe that was him.

Here inside his head, we could talk, but there were no more questions, because there was no questioning the meaning of a word when we spoke in meanings more than in words anyway. I could see time spooled out before me from the moment I had first taken his hand to now, and how he had hoped for this moment all that time.

I had always thought of orgasm as the thing people craved. To know that what he’d wanted most was this intimacy, this being taken and filled—well, it made my cock throb harder.

It made me want to fuck him. To move back and forth inside him and let him feel every inch of my cock, to pry him open and claim him and leave my mark, and my seed, on him and in him. Which was good because that was exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t my thought or his thought. It was ours.

He came when I did, and after our bodies weren’t joined anymore, the psychic connection would fade, too, I thought. But while we lay there in each other’s arms, I found I could still “hear” him. Feel him. Whatever.

I used words, in my own head. I never had any idea sex could be like that.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking, <I>It’s very different for the receptive partner.</I>

How much do you know?

He could sense the abuse in my past, like a stink that clung to my skin. He didn’t know the details and didn’t want to know unless I wanted to tell him. I didn’t.

His mind was open to me, though. Anything I wanted to see or know, was all laid bare and open for me as clearly as his legs spread for my cock. He didn’t want me to be afraid of anything, and thought seeing the depths of his soul was the best way to boost my trust.

He was right.

I fucked him three times that night, each time going deeper into his mind, and each time our shared orgasm was more intense than the previous. Poor Persy, my long-suffering roommate, who ended up sleeping on a couch in the common room. I didn’t even realize the whole night had passed.

Dawn was breaking, though, as Michael and I lay together, my cock soft but still inside him as we played the game by mutual agreement to see how long we could stay joined.

How long have you had this ability relating to sex? I asked him.

I’ve always had some telepathy, but I didn’t discover this kind until I started having sex, he told me.

Do you get it from your mother’s side or your father’s side?

I don’t know, he admitted. My mother had me after a May Day ritual in Greece. She never knew who my father was, nor cared. She used to joke he was a satyr. For all I know, it wasn’t a joke.

I never knew my parents, I thought before I could stop myself.

He was quiet then, meditating on one thing, which was simply how happy he was to be in my arms. That was the real start of Michael and me, and we were happy right until the end.

Fokus på: Undskyld den lille pause

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Halløj derude, og mange gange undskyld den lille pause der lige har været i fokus på-touren… Jeg har simpelthen været nødsaget til at udskyde de sidste dage en smule, da vi desværre har en hamrende syg lille fyr her hjemme, som ikke tillader mange rolige timer i døgnet, men der er stadig tre dage tilbage, og dem skal I selvfølgelig ikke gå glip af. Jeg blev bare enig med mig selv om, at det var bedre at udskyde, så gejsten og spændingen forbliver intakt, i stedet for at presse det hele igennem og det ender med at blive en sur og vattet afslutning… Men her er hvad der kommer til at ske, og hvornår:

På tirsdag vil der være en lille historie, som forfatteren har skrevet.
På onsdag vil anmeldelsen af tredje bog blive lagt op.
På torsdag vil jeg det hele blive rundet af og en vinder blive trukket i konkurrencen.

Dette betyder således også, at jeg har besluttet mig for, at udvide konkurrencen en smule. Man vil således kunne deltage til og med onsdag den 22. og vinderen vil blive offentliggjort om torsdagen.

Jeg håber at I alle har haft en fantastisk weekend, og ser frem til at afslutte denne fantastiske fokus på-tour med jer. Og til alle jer der endnu ikke har tilmeldt jer konkurrencen, skynd jer! for bøgerne er super gode, og selvom det er i elektronisk udgave, kan man sagtens læse dem på computeren, og de er altså det værd!!!