/lit/ - Literature

R. Scott Bakker and it isn't even close.

Is he really going to stay gone bros? How can he abandon us after having led us so far? I feel like Proias.

He's led us into Hell like Virgil, when will he lead us back out?

>>23043214
I talked to a really cute girl today about what kind of fantasy she likes to read and she named
>Paolini
>Rothfuss

>>22756330
Bakkerchads... I can feel it. The normies are noticing him. He's gonna get a movie/show deal soon. He'll get the GoT treatment - yes it will be shit. It will pale in comparison to the books. But he'll get the money, and more importantly the long overdue recognition.

>mutilating the human body is evil
uh... based?

>>22538691
I don't think so...

>>22508282
BASED
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>>22377176
yeah we only have room for one talentless gay pedophile author in this general

>>Crying “Glory to the God!” Athjeäri and his thanes broke ranks, crouching forward on their mounts, slowly dipping their lances. More Houses abandoned the line and pounded toward the Kianene: Wanhail, Anfirig, Werijen Greatheart, and then old Gothyelk himself, bellowing, “Heaven wills it!” Like an avalanche, House after House followed, until almost all the mail-clad might of the MiddleNorth cantered out to greet their foe. “There!” footmen on the line would cry, glimpsing the Red Lion of Saubon or the Black Stag of Gothyelk and his sons. From a trot the massive warhorses were urged to a slow gallop. Nesting thrushes took flight, burst slapping into the sky. Everything became breath and iron, the rumble of brothers before, behind, and to the side. Then, like a cloud of locusts, arrows swept among them. There was a hellish racket punctuated by screaming horses and astonished shouts. Warhorses toppled and thrashed, yanking knights to the ground, breaking backs, crushing legs. Then the madness fell away. Once again it was the pure thunder of the charge. The strange camaraderie of men bent to a single, fatal purpose. Hummocks, scrub, and the bones of the Vulgar Holy War’s dead rushed beneath. The wind bled through chain links, tousled Thunyeri braids and Tydonni crests. Bright banners slapped against the sky. The heathen, wicked and foul, drew closer, ever closer. One last storm of arrows, these ones almost horizontal to the ground, punching against shield and armour. Some were struck from their saddles. Tongue tips were bitten off in the concussion of the fall. The unhorsed arched across the turf, screamed and swatted at the sky. Wounded mounts danced in frothing circles nearby. The rest thundered on, over grasses, through patches of blooming milkwort waving in the wind. They couched their lances, twenty thousand men draped in great mail hauberks over thick felt, with coifs across their faces and helms that swept down to their cheeks, riding chargers caparisoned in mail or iron plates. The fear dissolved into drunken speed, into the momentum, became so mingled with exhilaration as to be indistinguishable from it. They were addicted to the charge, the Men of the Tusk. Everything focused into the glittering tip of a lance. The target nearer, nearer … The rumble of hooves and drums drowned their kinsmen’s song. They crashed through a thin screen of sumac … Saw eyes whiten in sudden terror. Then impact. The jarring splinter of wood as lances speared through shield, through armour. Suddenly the ground became still and solid beneath them, and the air rang with wails and shouts. Hands drew sword and axe. Everywhere figures grappled and hacked. Horses reared. Blades pitched blood into the sky. And the Kianene fell, undone by their ferocity, crumpling beneath northern hands, dying beneath pale faces and merciless blue eyes. The heathen recoiled from the slaughter—and fled
KINO

>>21786481
Hi.

I am! Whatever you say I am! If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am? Three pound brain is just the way I am. That’s gonna be my jam.

Y'all wanna read some of my CHILDREN'S BOOKS?

Why does /lit/ hate Dune but love pic rel which is just Dune + rape?

ITT: Garbage /lit/ memed you into reading.

The KING of /sffg/ .

Simple as.

BAKKER is the KING of /sffg/ .

Simple as.

>>21319893
>>21319854
>For one, not a single author has ever had a dedicated general on lit lmao
>We don't have a single general dedicated to any writer, anon.
/sffg/ tho

King of /sffg/.

Simple as.

>Tonight, he thought, was a good night to kill
This sentence filtered me from Bakker, and maybe genre fiction in general. Who should I try next?

Only the true will Reign Supreme!
No matter how long you scheme
Only the true will Rule in might
No matter how hard you fight

King of /sffg/

Simple as.

King of /sffg/

Simple as.

R. Scott Bakker

King of /sffg/

Simple as.

Miss me yet?