👸The cry of the Icemark 🐆
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👸The cry of the Icemark 🐆
I like this girl. She’s 13.
Thirrin
She had pushed forward with the battle. They had won, technically. Yes, they had won.
But she had never forgiven herself.
Convinced that the only honor lied in her exile, she left her home she had fought so hard to keep, abandoned the blood freezing into the reclaimed ice in a way that as as much of a betrayal as conducting the war itself.
She tried to leave Iorec behind too - he only followed, never questioned, he didn't deserve the exile alongside her. But, stubborn and loyal as he was, he almost seemed offended that she would expect him not to be by her side. They remain to each other the only other reminders of home.
From time to time Thirrin wonders if the floes have frozen more solid since their victory - if bridges had formed or underwater tunnels of ice maintained like she remembered from her youth. But those thoughts were fleeting and led to a homesickness soon worsened by the self imposed shame of exile. Cold wrath turned in on itself. She should've never led them into battle. They believed so hard they would reclaim their lands, and they did, but what good is a reclaimed land if it was a land of the dead?
Thirrin had never intended to travel to the Scarred Wasteland. It almost felt as if something else was guiding her there. Not her exile, not her shame, but something that lived in the giant desolate skulls and the rotting flesh underfoot. Something as intangible as an answer - life among the dead, memory in the earth between her toes. Whether or not she'd heed that as the answer it was, only time would be able to tell.
Picked up the book I’m reading again despite the brain fog!
Honestly stunned that people say this book is for 9-12 year olds. (Granted, I read it at that age, but still.)
There has been so much violence, and it’s rather graphic too. Like, there’s a scene where Thirrin looks into the lifeless eyes of someone she killed and the axe in his neck with blood everywhere and just cries. (It was a very good ending to her first battle.)
There have been references to sex too, but they’re subtle enough that kids wouldn’t get it. As an adult, it’s a very interesting read!
So yeah, it’s the graphic violence that is making me say this book really isn’t middle grade. Of course, that’s not me saying middle grade books don’t have violence, as they really do, but this one is definitely pushing it.
Just read two more chapters of The Cry of the Icemark, and yeah, Thirrin’s autistic.
Autistic Thirrin headcanon
In 2012 I drew two fanarts with different levels of effort of @frostmarris’s KimimaroxSakura fic. Or fic idea. Kimimaro was a werewolf who met local village girl Sakura, and when she had to leave (or disappeared?) he kept her cloak while he waited for her to come back.
You know who really owns my heart? My one true fictional love? Thirrin Freer Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Wildcat of the North, Queen of the Icemark, Taker of the Hand of Bellorum,