You cannot win the game of Snakes and Foxes...
Oughghh my head is so full of Moiraine and her Finn trauma. It is just soooo </////3 (I am feasting on her misery just like they would)
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You cannot win the game of Snakes and Foxes...
Oughghh my head is so full of Moiraine and her Finn trauma. It is just soooo </////3 (I am feasting on her misery just like they would)
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Look I’m just pointing out the similarities
Finn confirmed
Mat Cauthon in the Finnsworld by soloakenart
I love it when an actor totally loves their job and gets invested in it like Robert Strange ❤️
Ive got my nitpicks with the amazon prime WoT show, but this season has definitely shown things are going in a good direction. They need to stop teasing me and show the Finn and give Mat his Ashandarei already, whether they are going to hang his ass for it or not, but otherwise most of my favorite aspects of the books have been handled really well. (Min is feeling like a bit of a fumble to me too, tbh) The Aes Sedai, the Aiel, Warder bonds, Tel'aran'rhiod, and so many other bits have been handled amazingly. Shohreh Aghdashloo was an amazing choice for Elaida, though I have a heavy bias from how much I loved her portrail of Chrisjen Avasarala in The Expanse adaptation. The White Cloaks too. Someone please give Abdul Salis an Emmy, cuz he will be Eamon Valda in my head forever more. Call my standards low (more than one person has), but I dont think enough people remember or had to experience 90s/2000s Sci-Fi Channel adaptations and the ever looming bogeyman of Red Eagle Productions. Changes were always going to happen when adapting a series with over a dozen books, and I think the team responsible for the current series has done a phenomenal job by any standard and far better than I expected when I heard Bezos got his grubby mitts on it.
"If you do not go to Rhuidean," the woman on the right said, "you will die."
The bell tolled again, louder this time; Mat felt its tremor through his boots. The looks the three shared were plainly anxious. He opened his mouth, but they were only concerned with each other.
"The strain," one of the women said hurriedly. "It is too great."
"The savor of him," the other woman said on her heels. "It has been so very long."
Before she was done the man spoke. "The strain is too great. Too great. Ask. Ask!"
"Burn your soul for a craven heart," Mat growled, "I will that! Why will I die if I do not go to Rhuidean? I very likely will die if I try. It makes no—"
The man cut him off and spoke hurriedly. "You will have sidestepped the thread of fate, left your fate to drift on the winds of time, and you will be killed by those who do not want that fate fulfilled. Now, go. You must go! Quickly!"
The yellowclad guide was suddenly there at Mat's side, tugging at his sleeve with those toolong hands.
Mat shook him off. "No! I will not go! You have led me from the questions I wanted to ask and given me senseless answers. You will not leave it there. What fate are you talking about? I will have one clear answer out of you, at least!"
A third time the bell sounded mournfully, and the entire room trembled.
"Go!" the man shouted. "You have had your answers. You must go before it is too late!"
Abruptly a dozen of the yellowclad men were around Mat, seeming to appear out of the air, trying to pull him toward the door. He fought with fists, elbows, knees. "What fate? Burn your hearts, what fate?" It was the room itself that pealed, the walls and floor quivering, nearly taking Mat and his attackers off their feet. "What fate?"
The three were on their feet atop the pedestals, and he could not tell which shrieked which answer.
"To marry the Daughter of the Nine Moons!"
"To die and live again, and live once more a part of what was!"
"To give up half the light of the world to save the world!"
Together they howled like steam escaping under pressure. "Go to Rhuidean, son of battles! Go to Rhuidean, trickster! Go, gambler! Go!"
The Shadow Rising, by Robert Jordan (The Wheel of Time #4, Chapter 15: Into the Doorway)
i- what IS THAT why is it blue