#chrysalides

[sleepy-bebby]

Tithorea tarricina chrysallis

These chrysalides are golden and look metallic. They belong to the Tithorea tarricina butterfly.

[holycatsandrabbits]

New book review on my blog! Chrysalides by Ali Coyle

Chrysalides is the plural of chrysalis, the case a caterpillar builds around itself as it becomes a butterfly. The characters in Chrysalides’ three stories are at a similar point in their lives, ready to grow into who they are.

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When the Creator had laid out the deeps, The great illimitable fields of sad-eyed space, A weighty bag upon His neck He threw, Whence issued sound confused of huddled stars;

And, plunging in the sack His mighty hand, He traversed all the ether's wondrous plain With slow and measured step, as doth a sower, Sowing the gloomy void with many suns.

He tossed them — tossed them — some in fantastic groups, And some in luminous; some terrible. And 'neath the Sower's steps, whose grain was stars, The furrows of the sky, ecstatic, smoked.

He tossed them — tossed them — out of His whirling hand, Plenteous in every place, by full broad casts Measured to rhythmic beat; and golden stars Flew o'er the wide expanse like firefly swarms.

" Away! away! " cried He of worlds the Sower: " Away, ye stars! spring in the wastes of heaven; Broider its purple fields with your fair gems; Tuneful, elated, gladsome, take your course.

" Go, wave of fire, into a darksome night, And there make joy, and there the pleasant day! And launch into the depths immeasurable Quick, quivering darts of glowing light and love!

" I will that all within your bounds shall shine, Be glad, be prosperous, happy, blest, content, Shall sing for ever " Glory be to Thee, Creator, Father, Sower, who with suns Hast filled infinity!" "

Thus He dismissed the stars, weighted with life, Careering round their calm Creator's feet As, in a desert place July has scorched, The grains of sand may cloud the traveller's steps.

And glittered all, and sang; and, hindered not, Upon their axes turned, constant and sure; Their million million voices, strong and deep, Bursting in great hosannas to the skies.

And all was happiness and right, beauty and strength; And every star heard all her radiant sons With songs of love ensphere her mother-breast; And all blessed Life. And blessed the Highest Heaven.

Now, when His bag of stars he had deplete, When all the dark with orbs of fire was strown, The Sower found at bottom, 'twixt two folds, A little bit of shining sun, chipped off.

And wondering, knowing not what sphere unknown Revolved in crimson space all incomplete, The great Creator, at a puff, spun off This tiny bit of sun far into space;

Then, mounting high up to His scarlet throne, Beyond the mist of thickly scattered worlds, Like a great crowned king whose proud eye burns At hearing from afar His people's voice, He listens,

And He hears The mighty Alleluia of the stars, The choirs of glowing spheres in whirling flood Of song and high apotheosis, All surging to His feet in incense clouds.

He sees eternity with rapture thrilled; He sees in one prolonged diapason The organ of the universe, vehement, roll For ever songs of praise to Him, the Sower.

But suddenly He pales. From starry seas A smothered cry mounts to the upper skies; It rises, swells, grows strong; prevailing o'er All the ovation of the joyful spheres.

From that dim atom of the chipped orb It comes; from wretches left forsaken, sad, Who weep the Mother-star, incessant sought And never found from that gray point of sky.

And the cry said " Cursed! Cursed are we, the lost By misery led, a wretched pallid flock, Made for the light and tossed into the dark!

" We are the banished ones; the exile band; The only race whose eyes are filled with tears. And if the waters of our seas be salt, 'Twas our forefathers tears that made them so.

" Be He Anathema, the Sower of Light! Be He Anathema whom worlds adore! — If to our native star He join us not Be He accursed, through all creation cursed, for aye! "

Then rose the God from His great scarlet throne, And gentle, moved, weeping as we, He stretched His two bright arms over the flat expanse, And in a voice of thunder launched reply: —

" Morsel of Sun, calling thyself the Earth: — Chrysalides on her grey bounds supine: — Humanity — sing! for I give you Death, The Comforter, he who shall lead you back Safe to your Star of Light,

And this why — lofty, above mishap, The Poet, made for stars of molten gold, Spurns earth; his eyes; fixed on the glowing heavens, Toward which he soon shall take his freer flight.

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The Legend of the Earth

Sarah Anne Curzon  1833-1898 Author of original: Jean Philippe Rameau  1683-1764

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Graphic - Luis Ricardo Falero  1851–1896

[r0sebloood]

book of butterfly n caterpillar illustrations from the 70s i got a lil while back :~)

[atlinmerrick]

Look, there's no actual law that says you can't turn into a dragon on your birthday, right? Maybe unexpectedly setting fire to the curtains and your presents isn't the done thing but…really, who's to say?

Chrysalides publishes tomorrow and can be bought all over the interwebs but is 20% off from uuuus! ImprobablePress.com.

[atlinmerrick]

Do You Ever Wonder Who You're Meant to Be?

In Chrysalides, three tales of queer YA romance and adventure, eighteen-year-old Tuli definitely wonders who she is. Desperate for independence, Tuli  learns she can shape-shift into a flying, fire-breathing dragon.  Alex is skeptical of his purpose too, then a friend hires him to debunk a haunting, where he encounters an impossibly real ghost and must fight an old, old evil to save the handsome specter's soul.  And Robbie, well he has aspirations of travel and adventure far above his station, especially for someone most people see as 'just' a scullery maid. With the help of friends – and even a few enemies – Tuli, Alex, and Robbie are all about to find love, overcome expectations, and at last become who they were always meant to be.

Chrysalides is the first YA book published by Improbable Press and we'd love reviewers!

[atlinmerrick]

COVER REVEAL!

Chrysalides by Ali Coyle is Improbable Press' newest book and our first YA book!

A collection of three queer stories, the tales include romance, dragons, ghosts, and finding your place in the world — 20% off for those who pre-order!

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I'm currently monitoring 7 chrysalisides 🐛➡️🦋