Steris in Alloy of Law was just a terrible and uptight parody of a person. Then, Shadows of Self came along and she was rewritten as a beautiful autistic icon. Watching Brandon grow as a person and a writer is one of the coolest things about the Cosmere.
(Update: I have been informed that I probably misunderstood the writing in the first book. Fair enough.)
Brandon Sanderson coming to the correct conclusion that Mistborn had too many male characters in it, and fixing his error by giving us Shallan, Siri, Vivenna, Steris, Marasi, Jasnah, Venli, Navani, Tress, Yumi, Akane, Eshonai, Sylphrena, Lift, Cord, Rysn, accidentally writing Navaniel, and correctly having MeLaan dump Wayne and Jasnah dump Hoid.
Now put more husbands in the fridge besides Gavilar and all will be right in the Cosmere.
Family doesn't judge each other, they judge others together 😌
"Travellers Among The Stars" by Mark Karvon, link
"On February 20, 1962 astronaut John Glenn became the first American to orbit the Earth in Mercury Spacecraft Friendship 7. At one point during the flight, John Glenn described some mysterious illuminated particles traveling in the company of his spacecraft. As the spacecraft flew over Australia, he saw thousands of little illuminated particles, floating around outside the capsule. He momentarily felt the illusion that the spacecraft was tumbling or that he was actually viewing a star field. Looking outside of the spacecraft window John Glenn could see that the "fireflies", as he called them, appeared to be streaming past his spacecraft from ahead. The partial transcript describes his observations as follows:
'I am in a big mass of some very small particles, that are brilliantly lit up like they’re luminescent. I never saw anything like it. They round a little; they’re coming by the capsule, and they look like little stars. A whole shower of them coming by.'
'They swirl around the capsule and go in front of the window and they’re all brilliantly lighted.'
'They’re very slow; they’re not going away from me more than maybe 3 or 4 miles per hour. They’re going at the same speed I am approximately. They’re only very slightly under my speed.'
'They do, they do have a different motion, though, from me because they swirl around the capsule and then depart back the way I am looking.'
The mystery of the 'fireflies' was resolved in May of the same year on the next Mercury mission, Aurora 7, with astronaut Scott Carpenter on board. Scot Carpenter also saw the fireflies, or snowflakes, as he called them, and was able to determine the source from which they originated - they were tiny bits of frost from the side of the spacecraft. As the spacecraft passed from the night side to daylight condensation formed on the outside of the spacecraft and then froze again thereby creating a layer of frost. As the spacecraft once again came into daylight the frost began to flake off and float around the capsule. The bright sunlight illuminated the flakes which made them appear “luminescent.” Banging on the side of the spacecraft caused more flakes to come off came off.
My artwork is a depiction of Friendship 7 as the craft orbits in the company of the mysterious 'fireflies'.
Prints are available through my website: www.markkarvon.com."
sometimes creation is just trying to impress
spoilers for approximately mid words of radiance
i was thinking about the cosmere roleplaying game and was trying to think of a character to play and was thinking about how it would be interesting to play a spren or something.
me being my lightweaver self, would totally want to play a cryptic spren so i was trying to think of a name that like, fit the mold to already named cryptic spren (pattern, design, symbol shit like that)
i have since come up with the funniest possible name for a cryptic spren ever:
mark.
I don't think people now days understand what forgiveness is or how it works. It's not something that is deserved, it's not something good innocent people need, it's only something you can give to the guilty.
Art by Steve R Dodd ‘Deep Space: The Cluster’ (2018, acrylics on canvas board)
Mercy. Grace. Kindness. The perfect
cup of tea just hot enough
to salvage what is left
after the shattering. How not
to run away. How not to
overstay a welcome. How
to balance. How to fall.
How to rise with ease, enough
of all this clenched-fist mid-day
weary. How to marry
Peace and Wit
and make them love each other.
How to do the laundry
every week instead of
every month. How not to miss
somebody. How to miss
somebody. How to take it
when I am forgiven.
Unclenched jaw. Sleeping
well.
most cosmere books are just like "the worst person you know wants to kill god"
I admire all kinds of nonsense, balderdash, hogwash, and above all, malarkey.
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