#wilbur smith

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La passione di un uomo è come un incendio che scoppia nell’erba alta e arida: divampa ardente e furioso, ma viene domato ben presto. Una donna è come il calderone di un mago, che deve sobbollire a lungo sui carboni prima di poter sprigionare il suo incantesimo. Sii rapido in tutto, tranne che nell’amore.

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La passione di un uomo è come un incendio che scoppia nell'erba alta e arida: divampa ardente e furioso, ma viene domato ben presto. Una donna è come il calderone di un mago, che deve sobbollire a lungo sui carboni prima di poter sprigionare il suo incantesimo

Wilbur Addison Smith (Broken Hill, 9 gennaio 1933 – Città del Capo, 13 novembre 2021)

[angstea]

shadows tangle like a vine

Fandom: Doctor Who

Series: Auctober 2024

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Summary: The Master encounters a human while scavenging the Rift in Cardiff

AN: Okay so this is incredibly self indulgent, I know. This OC was originally a self insert but things went off the rails

All you need to know is that this is after The Giggle and the Master escaped from the tooth and fled to Cardiff. Don't ask how he escaped, I don't know.

Title is from Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage

Written for Auctober Day 13: Vivid Imaginations

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It was so easy to slip into the disguise once more. It was almost natural how quickly his features smoothed out into a soft smile and kind eyes. The torch beam illuminating the alley way trembled in the human's shaking hands.

The persona of a sweet and caring man unfolded in his mind. He could almost feel the concern burning in his chest and the fluttering excitement of finding something alien and new.

"Sorry I scared you, kid." he apologised softly, taking another step towards them.

"Don't call me kid. Now can you get lost?" they sneered the words and gestured the torch down the street.

The Master wanted to smile but kept it at bay. Oh, he liked this one. The aggression used in a desperate attempt to cover up fear. He could certainly relate.

"Do you even know what that thing is?" he nodded over to the hunk of rock glowing in a sickly green.

"Yeah, I do. Besides, not like you can tell what it is, I could tell you anything."

"I do know what it is, actually."

They rolled their eyes. The annoyance was palpable in the air.

"Sure. You know what a Rutan fossil looks like."

"Yeah I do. And I can also tell you that they're a species at war with the Sontarans and their bioluminesense is stronger when they're alive."

The human glanced between him and the fossil with a raised eyebrow. Wind whistled down the alley to fill the silence. Finally, they muttered "I didn't know that."

"See?" he got a little closer and grabbed the fossil from the ground. "I'll let you keep it if you want, I just want to take a look."

The human shuffled over to stand next to him, peering at the fossil curiously.

"So, how do you know alien stuff?" they asked.

The character of O flooded through him, backstory filling the gaps in vivid detail. He recalled the messy shack in the outback, newspaper articles and confidential files he really shouldn't have had on every surface.

"Looked into it professionally and as a hobby. You?"

The human shrugged. "You don't grow up in a hotspot for alien activity without hearing about the Doctor and Torchwood." Their face twisted slightly, conflicted. Then they shook their head and nodded at the fossil. "Can you tell me more?"

Curious. That was good. He was beginning to like this human. But he had something else he had to ask first.

"You know about the Doctor?"

They scoffed, shoulders tensing. "Yeah."

"You don't seem fond of them."

"No." They didn't elaborate, glaring into the distance.

The Master couldn't help a laugh. The human flinched away.

He may not associate with humans often, but he could make an exception for this one.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Wilbur Smith - The Dark of The Sun - Heinemann - 1965 (jacket designed by Neil/Leila Godfrey)

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6 Bits Of Writing Advice From Wilbur Smith

In this post we look at six bits of writing advice from Wilbur Smith.

[ma-pi-ma]

Bisognava sempre guardare avanti e lasciarsi i rimpianti alle spalle.

Wilbur Smith

[pajjorimre]

Elhunyt Wilbur Smith

A regényíró Fokvárosban hunyt el 88 évesen.

csóri. nagy kedvencem volt az öreg. :(

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Hi, I apologize if this has been answered. How do you feel about River God by Wilbur Smith? I read the first 2 but the other books don't seem good. I liked it well enough, but I can't get over the descriptions of children, most notably the first page of the first book. Was ancient Egypt as sexual as described? I hope you finish your book. I'd love to read a book based in actuality.

I have Opinions about Wilbur Smith in general and River God in particular, and none of them are good, tbh.

I don’t want to shit on it too much because you said you liked it, and I dislike possibly ruining things for people, but from an Egyptological perspective I can only describe it as fanciful and overly sexualised. So definitely “no” to your question. The Egyptians weren’t prudes, but they weren’t like that either. 

On a personal level, I can’t remember much about the way children were described because it’s been at least 15 years since I read it, but I always felt icky about the way Intef’s pederasty is handled, as well as some of the scenes where Taita takes uh, intimate care of Lostris. 

While I’m absolutely in favour of taking as much creative liberty as the narrative needs/the writer wants - my own book does deviate from the history, e.g. the background and perpetrators of the conspiracy surrounding Amenemhat I’s death are completely made up -, I do think it’s important, when writing historical fiction, to strive for historical plausibility. And that’s where River God falls short for me.