MERCEDES-LACKEY Digest 1662 Topics covered in this issue include: 1) Non-Velgarth books, OOUH by Hlynna Shadowsinger 2) hi, I'm new by David Yost 3) Re: quick. . . very quick answer. . . by Chris 4) Re: Kris by Herder of Ferrets 5) Hello to everybody from a Newbie by "Savil" 6) Re: Kris by Shadowdancer ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 18:46:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Hlynna Shadowsinger To: mercedes-lackey-+AT+-herald.co.uk Subject: Non-Velgarth books, OOUH Message-ID: <19980723014606.18376.rocketmail-+AT+-send1d.yahoomail.com> Hi! Somebody was curious about the Di Tregarde books and the Serrated Edge. Here's how I read them and it really worked out well. Read "Children of the Night" first then "Burning Water" and then "Jinx High." The last book actually includes Tannim, a major character in two of the Serrated Edge books. Then, to get into the Elves in Real Life idea, read Ellen Guon's "Bedlam Boyz." This is a prequel to a collaboration of Ellen Guon and Misty on "Bedlam's Bard," or the duology "Knight of Ghost and Shadows" and "Summoned to Tourney." You can read them together or separately. Then you're ready for the Serrated Edge books. Read "Born to Run," then "Wheels of Fire," "When the Bough Breaks," and "Chrome Circle." Have fun! About the OOUH...I ahd mentioned it before, but I guess noone noticed or maybe I didn't do it right? I would like to join this order. I think I may have a good character to champion in Joe from "Wheels of Fire" and "Chrome Circle." He really helps out in both cases, even though he's not really the main character. Please let me know. Oh, and thanks to everyone who gave advice about the Pern books bpth on and off list!! Highly appreciated and to whomever wanted opinions on MZB's "Mists of Avalon," It's good, especially if you like Celtic history and can compare. But make sure you have plenty of time, it's long!! Chocolate-covered sheep to all!! Zhai'helleva Hlynna Shadowsinger, hopeful member of the OOUH and Champion of Joe == hlynna1-+AT+-yahoo.com http://www.angelfire.com/mi/hlynna/index.html Web page is always under construction...but have fun :) -------------------------------- Hmm...something witty? Bow to the almighty NyQuil god! Go ahead. Do it! Was that witty enough? _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free -+AT+-yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 11:50:17 -0400 From: David Yost To: mercedes-lackey-+AT+-herald.co.uk Subject: hi, I'm new Message-ID: <35B75BB9.44CC-+AT+-concentric.net> Hello everybody! Oh, what the heck, I feel like making something of an entrance;) The door of the hall is first ratteld, then shaken as the many occupants of that said hall turn to stare curiously at it. A Frusterated sounding and slightly muffeld voice can be heard saying something along the lines of "Is this dratted door locked or unlocked?" After awhile, the the door opens, rather forcefully, and in stumbles a girl in her mid teens. Whereing blue jeans, black hiking boots, a loose medium grey shirt belted at the waist, she brushes back some strands of dark brown hair that had escaped from her braid and begins to explain herself. Well, after months of simply reading the recent postings section of the archives (I think I started in March) I have _finally_ suscribed; mostly because of two things 1) not too long agoe there was a very frusterating week in which I couldn'd access the archives and 2) I can only stay shut up for so long. 'Til next time (when I promis I'll have something obmisty to say.) ~Shade ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 11:06:01 -0500 From: Chris To: mercedes-lackey-+AT+-herald.co.uk Subject: Re: quick. . . very quick answer. . . Message-ID: <35B75F68.C8534C0E-+AT+-iw.edwpub.com> > Heyla Everyone. . . > > OK, let's see. . . i hate the 80 degree weather > because i am from south > central Alaska and not used to it. . . if it > were hotter i would melt!!! > > And, i am in WA. *S* Western WA to be closer. . > . > > ObMisty. . . ummmmmm. . . . So, *really > reaching. . .* Boy, if the > weather is hot here, it must be horrid in OK. . > . *LOL* Ok, but i can't > think of anything. . . *S* Just so you know, it was 112 in IL yesterday... Chris ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 15:54:23 -0500 (CDT) From: Herder of Ferrets To: mercedes-lackey-+AT+-herald.co.uk Subject: Re: Kris Message-ID: > > ObMisty, did anyone other than me notice that the "Physical" description > that Karal gave of Florian's "Human" look was familiar...(end of Storm > Breaking) I personally think that he may be Kris reincarnated, by > physical description alone. Wonder where he will show up next...???? Please somebody remind me of the circumstances of Kris's death. I seem to have blanked that from my memory. Thanks, Thistle ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 16:52:33 -0800 From: "Savil" To: mercedes-lackey-+AT+-herald.co.uk Subject: Hello to everybody from a Newbie Message-ID: <20858589.5.26158-+AT+-mx1-11.onmedia.com> Hello to everyone. I've been lurking for a couple of days and decided I would introduce myself. I'm Savil Diablo and I just wanted to say hi. I'm also going to put my $0.02 in about Tylendel and how some people didn't like him. I like him more than Stephen in Misty's books. I just like his attitude and personality and I think he's one of my favorite characters in the Misty's books. Wind to thy wings Savil.... ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 23:06:03 -0400 From: Shadowdancer To: mercedes-lackey-+AT+-herald.co.uk Subject: Re: Kris Message-ID: <4.0.1.19980723221031.00e252e0-+AT+-internet_link> Herder of Ferrets Wrote: >Please somebody remind me of the circumstances of Kris's death. I seem to >have blanked that from my memory. >Thanks, >Thistle Kris died in Hardorn when Talia was captured. The Textevd that follows is the last few paragraphs of Chapter 7 in Arrow's Fall It was Rolan--unsaddled. He did not pause as he passed her, knowing that she would not be able to mount unless he came to a dead stop. Hard on his heels came Tantris carrying Kris--who was leaning over as far as he dared, one hand wrapped in Tantris' mane, the other extended toward her, his legs clenched so tightly she could almost feel the muscles ache. As Companion and rider passed her, Talia caught him, hands catching forearms, as she leaped and Kris pulled her up in front of him. Tantris had had to slow a trifle, and Rolan was ahead of him, but they'd not had to stop. But there was one last obstacle to pass--the narrow passage between the inner and outer walls that led to the portcullis and the outer gate. And Talia had succeeded in shielding herself once again--so they had no warning that the walls were manned. "They galloped straight into a hail of arrows. It was over in seconds. Fire lanced through Talia's shoulder--just as Tantris screamed in agony, shuddered, and crashed to the ground. She was thrown forward and hit the ground stunned, with the impact breaking off the shaft of the arrow and driving the head deeper. But more agonizing than her own pain what what Kris was enduring. Rolan paused in his headlong flight--the marksmen had let her unburdened beast go by. There was one thought only in Talia's mind besides the agony of pain--that one of them must escape. "Rolan--Run!" she screamed with voice, heart, and mind. He hesitated no longer, but shot thought the gate just as the portcullis came crashing down, so close that she felt the sharp pain and his surge of fear as it actually carried away a few hairs from his tail. Kris lay crumpled beside the motionless body of Tantris, so racked with agony that he could not even cry out. She tried to rise, and half-stumbled, half-dragged herself to his side. She took his pain-tortured body into her arms, desperately trying to think of anything that would help him. He was transfixed by arrows so that he looked like a straw target--but a target that bled; it had been his body and Tantris' that had shielded her. Even in the flickering torchlight she should see that his Whites were dyed in creeping scarlet blotches that spread while she held him. She groped mindlessly for the Healing energy Kerithwyn had used; not sure what she could do with it, but driven beyond sanity with the overwhelming need to take the burden of his torment from him. She felt a kind of pressure building within her, as it had in those past times when desperation had driven her to pass the bounds of what she knew. It built past the point where she was conscious of anything outside herself, conscious even of the agony lancing her own shoulder-- Then it found sudden release. She opened her eyes to find Kris' own eyes holding hers; free form pain and feverishly clear. Although she could feel his pain still, he could not. She had somehow come to stand between it and him. But he was dying, and they both knew it. She looked around, expecting to see soldiers surrounding them. "No." Kris' hoarse whisper brought her attention back to him. "They--it is a maze. While I live, they will not come." She understood. His Gift had shown him that there was a maze of stairs and corridors to traverse before the soldiers reached an entrance to this area. But it had also shown him how little time he had left. "Kris--" She couldn't get anything more past the tears that rose and choked off her words. "No, little love, little bird. Weep for yourself, not for me." She nearly fell to pieces with grief at his words. "I don't fear Death; gladly, willingly would I seek the Havens, if I but knew my Companion waits for me there--but to leave you--how can I leave you with all my burden and yours as well?" He coughed, and blood showed at the corner of his mouth. Somehow he managed to raise one hand to touch her cheek; she sized it with her own and wept into it. "It isn't fair--to leave you alone--but warn them, heartsister. Somehow warn them. I cannot carry the task to the end, so it ends with you." She nodded, so choked with tears she could not speak. "Oh little bird, I love you--" He seemed to be trying to say more when another spate of coughing shook him. He looked up again, but plainly did not see her; his eyes brightened and gladdened as if her were seeing something wonderful and unexpected. "So--bright! T--" For one fleeting moment Talia sensed--joy; joy and the touch of awe and a strange glory that was like noting she'd ever sensed before. Then his body shuddered once in her arms, and the light left his eyes. He went limp within her embrace--and the there was noting but the empty husk she held. The soldiers came then, tore them apart,and took her away; she was too numb with shock and grief to resist. End Textevd ---- Oh I shear tears for thee my friends, I also hold a moment of silence, as I remember the passing of someone I have cared for. And I also cry for the Pain and Horror to come. ---- Wind to thy Wings & Never give up on the Dance of Life |~~~~~~~~~~~ |Member of Mistic Circle |Member of OUH Shadowdancer |Lady of many books |Owner of two cats, & two dogs |~~~~~~~~~~~ & mind mate Lurker (A very large Gray Wolf) / \ _-' Lurker: _/| \-''- _ / The Last Watcher: __-' { | \ / \ I have been forced to enteract / "o. |o} | with humans, yet again,to save | \ ; them from their own mass destruction, \ ', I am the last watcher \_ __\ ''-_ \.// / '-____' / _' _-' ------------------------------ End of MERCEDES-LACKEY Digest 1662 **********************************