I know you're in love with Papa but has it occurred to you that telling women they are asking to be abused is a little off?
One doesn't buy books because one thinks the writer is a polite little politically correct wuss who can't defend herself. One buys books because one wants to read what is in them and because one might like the way this is written by any particular writer. The day I have to kiss up to be read hell will freeze over.
Another example of vexatious, '12 year old' temper tantrums and childish name calling designed to evoke an antagonistic response.
Like I say Dee-Dee, you don't just bring it on yourself, you deliberately do so. You must have a perverse personality that craves abuse and feels the need to feel persecuted. I feel very sorry for you, but I am not going to respond in the way you so obviously desire.
Listen to your Papa, he knows best!
You think noble Knights are a joke? Konad is such a brave and honourable young fledgling of Shiz. What a pity more people can't be like him and his Brothers of the Order of Light. That Rose medallion hanging there above his head on the cover? That is the emblem of his mother's ancient folk. It is what people in need of help wear to alert a Knight to their plight. When Thesla, Konad's cousin, is kidnapped by the Emperor of a rival Knighthood he goes to rescue her because he is honouring a childhood pledge to her that he would never fail her if she needed him. He trained for seven years at the Academy to become capable of going to Ghanda to retrieve her from her prison in the labyrinth of the Knighthood of Queson. He has a Hunting Companion who accompanies him and has his own tale to tell. The flames behind the rose and the Knight on the cover are coming from the Monastery of Beershad burning during the battle. I don't see anything funny in this, but you may laugh if you wish as this is your choice.
So be it, she thought as she closed her eyes. For the first time in seven years the darkness held no fear. She listened to the breathing of the others who lay in bunks close by. I am within the heartbeat of my people, she said in silent wonder and relief. I lie at last upon the waters of peace. - Part 5, Rose of Ansalu.
Oddly enough Jeannine Kemp also went for me a while ago, told me crawl back under my rock, said I was a filthy liar, etc and then told me she felt sorry for me. How very dovetailingly odd ... And they persist with this nonsense that I am some drug addicted individual with persecution mania who is lying about her identity. Almost as though they need this to be true. Alas, it ain't.
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