#wolf age

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Down in the gap All things combine Before all names And lacking sign Down in the gap All things combine Out of the flame Out of the rime

Down in the gap All things combine Fore wax and wane Outside of time

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Wolf Age: A Norse Cycle (cassette + digital download)

[theloupgaroux]

ps I found a high fantasy book about werewolf raiders and like I couldn't NOT buy that shit

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Figuring out Derek Hale's Human Age

So, if the prop used as his driver's license in season one was correct, and we consider the year in the teenwolfverse as 2010, then... Derek would currently be 22. The fire would've happened when he was 16. Which means that he would have met Kate a year or so after Paige's death. 

If the year in the teenwolfverse was 2013, then he'd be 25, and so and so.  Right? right? Fuck it. He's hot, that's it.

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fuckingshem answered your question: it occurs to me i really ought to have a tag for au ideas

teen wolf / dragon age au somewwhere idk

you're sposed to ask me a question about it

but i will just ramble more about apostate!Lydia

Five years in the Wilds and Lydia has learned more than anyone else ever taught her; how to summon a localised whirlwind of ice, how to shape the energy of the earth to her will and lock foes in place. How to call lightning forth from the sky, and healing from the ground below. And then there are the practical arts -- cooking, the mending and creating anew of her own clothing, the manipulation of leather. She carves her own stave, for Flemeth will permit her to carry no other. When her old, delicate lady's shoes wear out, she goes barefoot until she can craft a pair of sturdy boots to both her own and Flemeth's satisfaction. 

"Nothing like my daughters," Flemeth cackles from time to time, "but you'll do, oh, you'll do!"

When the world of men ventures too close, Flemeth teaches her the art of deception. At first she would not listen -- Lydia, who has been getting her way since she could identify what she wanted, hardly needed lessons in manipulation -- but a humbling rescue from a band of common robbers was enough to win over her pride. And so she learned the routine of playing men's assumptions to her own advantage anew, learned how to tell the truth that it sounded a lie, learned how to communicate a promise without ever having to bind herself with any word. 

Gone are the tightly-laced frocks of her childhood; here her loose skirts tuck into her supple leather boots so they will not catch on anything, and the simple bodice serves only to support her chest. Her hair grows long and flows free behind her until a misfired spell sets a good part of it on fire, and with a scream of rage that brings Flemeth running, she draws her knife and hacks off the rest.

"Let me fix that for you, child," Flemeth says.

"You can grow hair out again?" Lydia's hands shake; her head feels too light, no longer weighed down by her strawberry tresses; the winter sun warms the back of her neck. The stench of charred hair hangs in the air around her, sharp and almost tangible.

But Flemeth only laughs. "Child, I am no charlatan performing tricks upon the eye! Give me your knife, I mean to clean up the edges. You may find you prefer to wear it short, given time."

To her disgust, Lydia finds she does prefer an unbound head, and for the remainder of those five years Flemeth trims it for her at night, running gnarled fingers through the short, soft waves as a mother might. Some nights she hums absently, snatches of unfamiliar tunes, or sometimes she tells stories. Stories of herself, often, or the Wilds, or of other plucky young lasses who strayed far and learned much.

As the fourth year rounds its end, Lydia asks one night over the fire, "But what of blood magic?"

"That is the stuff of demons, girl," Flemeth says. Lydia's hair needs no trimming, but still Flemeth runs her fingers through it, as she might card wool. "All magic requires sacrifice. Of energy, of time, often. Blood magic is more than this. It is a contract between caster and spirit, a portion of life for a portion of power."

"Will you teach it to me?" Lydia asks, and Flemeth's hands withdraw from her head. When Lydia turns around, Flemeth's face is crossed with shadow, her sunken eyes glittering with secrets, her mouth tightened.

"Nay, girl." Flemeth's voice is almost gentle. "I have taught you to commune with spirits and keep your wits and strength about you. I will not teach you the means of surrendering your control. Should you ever have need of it, you will find a way, as I did once. But there is always a price beyond the blood you spill. And unlike the blood, this price only you may pay."

But she takes Lydia into the Fade more often after that, teaches her the tricks of demons and how to outsmart them; maps for her the domains of the different spirits and shows her the doorways from realm to realm. Lydia becomes well acquainted with twisted rock and shrouded paths, and the drops into oblivion that stretch out beyond each territory, until she can walk these paths as easily as she walks the Wilds.

And then the five years are up. One morning the house is empty of all Flemeth’s belongings, save two of the books they had studied from and a well-crafted cloak. There are no goodbyes waiting, so Lydia packs her own things, and Flemeth’s gifts, and walks away from the Wilds.

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A Wolf Age (The Sybil Prophecy)

A Wolf Age (The Sybil Prophecy) A prophecy foretelling the coming of the Princess of the Ages and the Age of the Wolf starts this tale of Maeve Muadhnait, youngest daughter of Rhys and Andrea, king and queen of Sarcia.Growing up amidst boys and running wild in the forests, young Maeve discovers an ambition of hers to become one of the greatest warriors of her time and uncovers a painful and burdensome gift of the Sight.Through trial and error, she masters her skills and follows the visions of a Christendom torn apart by possibly the greatest evil the world has faced. Uniting the kingdoms throughout Europe and the Rus, Maeve battles the sinister Wolf and her own demons.Fraught with danger and secrecy, A Wolf Age is one of the greatest adventures of the Sarcian Legacy and the third book in the enthralling and exciting Sybil Prophecy series. A Wolf Age (The Sybil Prophecy)