About a year or so ago I happened upon this thing called “Book Bub”. This is an e-mail subscription where I get notified daily of e-books on sale for very low cost and in some case at no charge. It’s pretty damn awesome, if you ask me. The biggest drawback: I keep ordering these free books because they look interesting!
Now, because of this, I have a plethora of options to read digitally that I never get around to reading. Well, last week, I was caught at work without a book to reed during my breaks and lunch. As a result, I opened my Kindle to see what magic I had downloaded previously due to Book Bub. I found “The Armored Saint” by Myke Cole. This book, dear reader, is why you read. This book: amazing. A quote:
“It is a person you love. Not a name. Not a she or a he. A person in all their shining glory. There is a thing in us, Heloise. A seed. It makes us who we are. It is our core. That is the think that we love. It alone exists. It alone is holy. It has a home, no name. It is neither male nor female. It is greater than that.”
As always, possible spoilers ahead, though I try to avoid major revelations.
“You wear your honor like a suit of armor, Stark. You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move. Look at you now. You know why you summoned me here. You know what you want to ask me to do. You know it has to be done … but it’s not honorable, so the words stick in your throat.”
– Lord Petyr Baelish, Master of Coin, to Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, Hand of the King, and Protector of the Realm, from Game of Thrones by George R R Martin.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! You’ve read about it in the papers! Now witness, before your very eyes, that most rare and tragic of nature’s mistakes! I give you: the average man. Physically unremarkable, it instead possesses a deformed set of values. Notice the hideously bloated sense of humanity’s importance. Also note the club-footed social conscience and the withered optimism. It’s certainly not for the squeamish, is it? Most repulsive of all, are its frail and useless notions of order and sanity. If too much weight is placed upon them… they snap. How does it live, I hear you ask? How does this poor pathetic specimen survive in today’s harsh and irrational environment? I’m afraid the sad answer is, “Not very well.” Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random, and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering buggo! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this… any other response would be crazy!”