#ptge

[bookmarks-reviews]

I've read and enjoyed Worm, and I have been obsessed with Practical Guide to Evil since a friend recommended it to me.

And just yesterday I discovered a well-written fanfic that brings both together. After binging it all over the past 24 hours, I needed to share it:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20085454?view_full_work=true

[brightchrysaor]

Listen I'm not 100% on board with the APGtE webtoon art style either, but I NEED them to come out with more episodes so we can get going on the Amadeus & Malicia "hand in unloveable hand" amvs

[echodoctor]

My streak of writing for obscure fandoms continues, this time for the webnovel A Practical Guide To Evil. If you're familiar with it, or you're just really in the mood for four thousand words of vaguely suggestive chess metaphors, here you go.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ivy-meshle]

Consider: Abigail Tanner of Summerholm ending up with the Name the Fox King(/Queen).

On one hand it does not fit with the established lore of the Guide at all. Names go to people with a burning vision and a desire to force it on the world, usually on a somewhat grander scale than Abigail’s wishes (retire, get very drunk). On the other hand, it would be hilarious. Arguably hilarious enough to bend the usual laws of Creation. Yea or nay?

[dreamsbeyondsleep]

Practical guide to evil Book 7 Spoilers:

I met his eyes with mine, baring my teeth in a malicious smile.

“Before the week’s end,” I said, “I am going to walk out of the front gates of Wolof with everything I want. And the both of you are going to let me.”

“It would avail you nothing,” Malicia said. “You were captured, Catherine. This particular game you have lost.”

“It’s Queen Catherine to you,” I smiled, all pretty and friendly and utterly false.

Shadows spun close, threading themselves through my clothes until it was not mere dark cloth I wore but darkness itself. My foes had thought to dress me, to measure me, but my patronesses had willed it otherwise. I opened my eye, studying my escorts. They were still as stone, but there was a scent in the air I was most familiar with. Fear.

“Ah,” I smiled. “Much better. Take me to your lord, now.”

I eyed him up and down, then snorted.

“I beat Akua Sahelian,” I said. “Should I now tremble at the shadow of her shadow?”

- A Practical Guide to Evil, Book 7 Chapter 10: "Parley"

Name a badder bitch???