Book Review: Pran of Albania

May. 22nd, 2025 08:11 am
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One nice thing about the Newbery project is that I learn so much about places that I previously knew nothing about. For instance, until I read Elizabeth Miller’s Pran of Albania, I knew nothing about Albania except the sworn mountain virgins, women who swear to remain virgins and hitherto go dressed as men with a rifle slung across their back.

(Miller, searching for a reference point her readers will understand, once describes them as “nuns,” which inevitably made me think of demon-fighting nuns from anime. Nuns! With guns!)

For a while it looked like this book wasn’t going to have any sworn mountain virgins, but I should have had more faith in the 1930s Newberies to go charging right into whatever Gender is available to their plucky heroines. Of course there are sworn mountain virgins in this book! Indeed, Pran herself is a sworn mountain virgin for five whole chapters!

Then she realizes that the man she is betrothed to IS in fact the boy she has a crush on and decides that after all she wouldn’t mind getting married, because at the end of the day it’s still the 1930s and the toys have to go back in the box at the end. But before that, she uses her sworn mountain virgin status to speak at a council meeting (only men and old women and sworn mountain virgins can speak) in favor of continuing the truce that has temporarily put a halt to the law of blood feud.

The truce is in place because the mountain tribes of Albania had to band together to fight off a Slav invasion earlier in the year. During this war, Pran had an epiphany about the futility and ugliness of all war, and her later speech against the blood feud is a step on the long, long pathway toward getting rid of war entirely.

Now, to be honest, I normally groan over children’s books with the message War Is Bad, simply because I’ve read so many of them at this point. Yes, yes, war is bad, tell me something I don’t know. But it worked for me here, I think because Miller is not simply parroting received wisdom but sharing her own passionate, personal conviction, in a literary world where children’s books will argue other sides of the question.

In Miller’s Pran of Albania and Kate Seredy’s The Singing Tree, war is bad. But Herbert Best’s Garram the Hunter is an argument that war preparedness is necessary for any people who means to remain free. In Julia Davis Adams’ Vaino: A Boy of New Finland, the people of Finland win their freedom through a war that is dangerous and frightening but above all necessary, a point she makes again in Mountains Are Free, a retelling of the tale of William Tell.

You don’t know what you’re going to get, and it means that whatever you end up getting is interesting. There’s a lot to be said for cultivating the unexpected.

Community Thursday

May. 22nd, 2025 06:47 am
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Community Thursday challenge: every Thursday, try to make an effort to engage with a community on Dreamwidth, whether that's posting, commenting, promoting, etc.

Over the last week...

Commented on [community profile] common_nature, and more Vigilantes anime chit-chat on [community profile] bnha_fans!

Jaws ficlet

May. 21st, 2025 07:14 pm
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I was swamped the entire writing and treating period for this round of [community profile] seasonsofdrabbles, and only barely managed the one fic I did write. Glad I finished something, though.

respects a triple drabble for Jaws. Brody/Hooper, post-canon, featuring a ghost.

Now to finally get back to my H/C Ex fic...

Daily Check In

May. 21st, 2025 09:15 pm
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*\o/* Word Count Step Count Headache?
Daily 0 7,811 yes
Monthly 12,133 194,216 7 days

Daily Check In (Tuesday, belated)

May. 20th, 2025 11:30 pm
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*\o/* Word Count Step Count Headache?
Daily 470 8,833 no
Monthly 12,133 186,405 6 days

Wednesday Reading Meme

May. 21st, 2025 01:16 pm
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A rare edition of What I Quit Reading. Last week I was struggling with Sebastian Smee’s The Art of Rivalry: Four Friendships, Betrayals, and Breakthroughs in Modern Art, but decided that might be because the first part was about two artists I’m not familiar with, Lucian Freud and Francis Bacon. So I went on to part two, which is about Degas (I love Degas!) and Manet (Smee’s other book Paris in Ruins made me interested in Manet!)... and unfortunately I didn’t particularly care for this section either. It lacks the firm grounding in the wider historical milieu and social world of the Impressionists that made Paris in Ruins so absorbing. So onward and upward to other books.

What I’ve Just Finished Reading

My break from the Newberies lasted about two seconds, and then I was back in the saddle with Lesa Cline-Ransome’s One Big Open Sky, which is written in verse (ever since Out of the Dust, Newbery books written in verse have frightened me), and printed in eight-point font, which is not the author’s fault but MY EYES.

However, despite these unpropitious first impressions, I enjoyed the book as a whole. Like Out of the Dust, it’s historical fiction about a family in a hard time. In this case, Lettie’s Black family is migrating from Mississippi to Nebraska in 1879, looking for a new start. A covered wagon story with all the covered wagon trials (is someone going to get cholera?) plus the extra concern that white men might attack their caravan, but overall more successful than Out of the Dust at portraying hardship without slipping into misery porn.

I also read Patrick Bringley’s All the Beauty in the World: The Metropolitan Museum of Art and Me, which is about Bringley’s decade as a security guard in the Met after his brother Tom’s death.

There is a very moving passage about going to a museum with his mother soon after Tom’s death, and finding his mother standing in front of a painting of a Pieta, Mary holding the body of her dead son. Throughout the book Bringley insists on the importance of an emotional connection to art, the primacy of the personal above learning facts by rote - primacy in the literal sense that this is what comes first: why would we care to learn facts about Degas if his ballerinas weren’t so beautiful?

But, as with Paris in Ruins, sometimes learning more about an artist’s life can make you want to revisit their art - to feel that there is more to be seen in it than you have seen heretofore…

Anyway he’s not in any sense arguing against learning facts, just arguing that to really experience a work of art you have to bring not just your intellect and your facts but your whole self, your emotions; to allow yourself to be moved.

What I’m Reading Now

D. E. Stevenson’s Mrs. Tim Gets a Job, which is like a warm bath. Right after World War II, Mrs. Tim’s husband has been posted to Egypt and her children are both in boarding school. At loose ends, she takes a job helping to run a hotel in Scotland. On the train to the hotel, she meets a man who is baffled because his fiancee has just broken off their engagement after years of correspondence over the war. And then at the hotel, Mrs. Tim meets a girl who just broke up with her fiance, because she is simply so exhausted after years of looking after an invalid aunt that she feels she can never make a good wife…

What I Plan to Read Next

Eight Newberies left. The next one on deck is Ralph Hubbard’s Queer Person.
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Blossom

Not even gonna hide the lede: THIS IS MY FAVE CDRAMA OF THE PAST 2 YEARS. It first aired in December 2024.


The premise

The story is abt Dou Zhao (played by Meng Ziyi). She's in her early 30s and has been married for over a decade to a guy she'd entered into an arranged marriage with. It's been a good life for the most part. The marriage isn't a passionate one, BUT Dou Zhao takes her role as wife v. seriously (including administrating the home AND some of her husband's business.) The first episode is set a year after she had a miscarriage (this is, IIRC, only mentioned in the first episode.) However, the loss affected her health to the point that she knows she's dying. (It's not explained what it is, but whenever she coughs and covers her mouth with a handkerchief, there's blood on it.)

ANYWAYS, one day, Dou Zhao finds out that her husband has been cheating on her with her OWN SISTER. It leads to a really bad confrontation (which includes an accusation from her sister to Dou Zhao abt their mother's death.) Betrayed and heartbroken (she might've not loved the guy, but she did cared abt him), Dou Zhao makes a public announcement that she's getting a divorce and leaves with her personal maid.

Because there's an actual coup happening in the capital (where one of the princes is deposing the emperor with the help of General Song Mo ((Li Yunri), the best general in the entire army), Dou Zhao has to go to her hometown to file the divorce. Along the way, an accident happens. She's rescued by Song Mo (!!!)--who is now at odds with the rebel prince-cum-new-emperor.

A monk named Yi Jong (played Xia Zhiguang) shows up and invites Dou Zhao and everyone else to his temple cuz a snowstorm is imminent. While there, Dou Zhao and Song Mo have a conversation that goes on until daybreak. Yi Jong comments something abt how the two of them are connected (cuz he saw it in the heavens.)

In the morning, when everyone starts to get ready to leave the temple, who shows up but Wang Ge (played by Du Yiheng) who is the head eunuch AND Wei Tingyu (played by Li Xinze) who is Dou Zhao's husband. They ACCUSE HER AND SONG MO OF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP which the new emperor says is treason. So they have to be executed. They've brought a few soldier squads with them.

Song Mo's like "Bitch, what are y'all even talking abt?" And calls his own regiments to action.

A battle begins.

In the middle of all that, Yi Jong leads Dou Zhao, her maid, and Song Mo in the the direction of a secret passage out of the temple. Along the way, Dou Zhao's maid is killed and Yi Jong is mortally wounded. Before he dies, he repeats that he'd seen how there was a huge calamity happening, but within it there was a miracle. Also that Dou Zhao and Song Mo's destinies are connected. Then he hands Dou Zhao a v. special book, telling her that the book is a key to fix everything that has gone wrong. After that, he's dunzo.

Dou Zhao and Song Mo are running away when someone shoots an arrow that's so powerful it goes thru Song Mo AND Dou Zhao. The momentum is such that it pulls them into a chasm!

As the two of them fall and are dying, Dou Zhao thinks abt what her life had been like and wishing things had been different. She holds onto the book. Suddenly, instead of falling, she starts to float up. A drop of Song Mo's blood floats out of his body and embeds itself in the back of Dou Zhao's right ear. It becomes a red beauty mark.

She then wakes up in a new life, TWENTY YEARS IN THE PAST, with full memories of her first life AND her awareness as a 30-something year old. BUT NOW SHE'S IN HER OWN BODY WHEN SHE WAS 10 YEARS OLD!!!

Talk abt a record scratch moment! (and it's all filmed super exquisitely too.)


I first heard abt this drama toward the end of last year. The buzz was THAT strong. Fast-forward to early January this year when I decided to give it a try. IIRC, I ended watching all 34 episodes in A WEEK!!! XD

There's a TON I like abt this series. The plot, pacing, cinematography, casting, and acting were great. Motivations for the good characters AND the villains mostly made sense (there's one villain character I'll talk abt in my criticisms).

Another thing I dug abt this show was seen how Dou Zhao's meddling in her second life affected everyone else's life. Frex, some characters who had been good ppl in the first life become villains in the second one and vice versa. Because she's the viewers' touchstone in terms of this new life, it's fairly easy to side with her and, as a result, be suspicious of others' motivations. And also be shocked when a villain in Life 1 becomes an ally in Life 2.

The show has a fantastic balance of angst and humor too! Plus at least 2 extra layers of 💜GOOD ROMANCE, Y'ALL.💜

THE CP, Y'ALL. FUCKING *CHEF'S KISS* . Like, even before they get together, they have AN INCANDESCENT kind of chemistry. It's IMPOSSIBLE to not cheer for them. Theirs is a FREAK4FREAKLOVER relationship (with Dou Zhao being the FREAK (affectionately) and Song Mo being v. happy as the FREAKLOVER.)

They're also a bona fide, certified, and feared POWER COUPLE. Like, there's a moment in the story when they two of them are truly, 100% just chilling out at home…and yet some of the villains are STRESSING THE FUCK OUT cuz they're sure that Dou Zhao and Song Mo are planning stuff to bring them down, hahah. Then the scene cuts to a sweet moment between the CP.

This isn't exactly a spoiler, BUT I'm sure there are ppl who don't want to know anything abt the CP, so I'm gonna be considerate and throw in a

SPOILER WARNING
I really, really liked how the show reversed the expectations w/r/t the roles within the relationship. Because, once they get together, Dou Zhao slides into a soft femdome role. She takes care of Song Mo (bathing him in one scene) in a way that's not subservient at all. He's a leader in his own right yet he's a total softie with his wife. She's strong for him even when there doesn't seem to be any hope in the horizon.


One thing I really, really fancied abt this CP is that there's no misunderstanding OR hints of cheating or actual cheating in their romance. They hold each other's hearts thru this life, the previous one, and the many other ones to come. This show makes that v. fucking clear. One final thing I like abt this CP is that they most deffo fuck (not, like, onscreen cuz, LOL, it's a C Drama and so it had to pass censorship). However, there's a carnal aspect to the relationship that's part of their bond. Though it's technically true that Dou Zhao is a virgin in Life 2, she's playfully sensual with Song Mo (to the point of teasing him aaaalmost without meaning to, heheh) here and there.


Do I have any criticisms?

The last ONE FOURTH of the drama has a character having a v. random heel turn. For which I do blame the otherwise amazing script. As I understand it, there are a lot of hints throughout the novel (this drama is based on) of the character either being morally gray (if not 100% evil.) However, in the show, the character becomes a monster for a reason that doesn't convince me at all. I get that there wasn't enough time, but there we are.

IMO, eps. 24-27 the show gets a bit weird cuz the character's heel turn occurs and you're literally like ?????. IJS

There were also two secondary couples I didn't care abt at all. However, the show focused a bit too much on them.


What's the FMC's plot armor level?

Low-Medium.

Bad things DO happen to Dou Zhao, stuff she has to recover from (mainly physically). Occasionally, she does get outsmarted by the villains and, sometimes, her memories from Life 1 do mess her up in LIfe 2 (assuming a character is good or evil, frex) from time to time.

IMO, the show didn't exactly protected her (the way I saw with Fangfei in The Double and Niaoniao in Love Like the Galaxy.) Her knowledge and training (via the combination of her memories and the book Yi Jong gave her) explain why she's able to weasel her way out of most predicaments. Though, again, she' s not infallible either.


How does the show handle the inevitable "Oh noes, the emperor's in danger of losing his throne!" storyline?

It's fine. The bulk of the struggle kicks off around ep. 25, but the story keeps things even between that and the CP's romance. I didn't feel one way or another abt the emperor in this drama. There are both external and internal reasons why he is the way he is. Tan Kai as the emperor did a good turn in the role.


How does it address/works with the trope?

IT'S ONE OF THE BEST EXAMPLES OF THE WOMAN SET ON REVENGE/COLD GENERAL. Hits every point from Dou Zhao's initial disinterest in Song Mo, her revenge plans, Song Mo being mesmerized by her everything, him having a strong presence and being a fierce fighter, etc.

In a scale of Somewhat Threatening (1) to Having MURDER FACE 24/7/365 (10), I'm placing Song Mo at 8, i.e. Expect A Painful Death If You Ever Cross Him. Although he softens up a ton once he and Dou Zhou are an official couple.


Do I recommend it?

OFC, I DO!! It's a show that gives you action, angst, romance, and a v. entertaining journey. The HEA ending is a delight (including the quick epilogue/stinger at the end of ep. 34.) I'm giving it a 4.7 out of 5. Watched it on YouTube at least twice now. #NoRegrets


Queerness level

It's low. There's one (1) instance of a platonic soulmates dynamic that could be read as queerplatonic, maybe? Though that depends a lot on whether or not one would see one half of the ship as asexual. IDK. I did read it as such, YMMV. Interestingly enough, there's another dynamic that could be perceived as a one-sided queer crush between another character and that same male (and possibly asexual) character.


Le Trailer



This is a teaser clip from when the show was being filmed. IMO, the official trailer gives way too much away. I chose to share this video instead cuz it showcases the cinematography and overall LOVEY-DOVEY (but in an an ADULT WAY) vibes.
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Auspol is my favourite sport this year. Election results so savage the conservatives have appointed a woman leader for the first time because they're literally running out of seated men, and then straight-up had an internal collapse that would make it impossible to form government at any other election either if it were to be maintained. (It will not be maintained, for that exact reason, but I can hyena laugh for now.)

And it all happened after the leadership stint of probably my second least favourite Aussie politician ever. It's like Christmas.

Music Tuesday

May. 20th, 2025 09:17 pm
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The CBC keeps playing this at me for some reason, and it's really pretty.

BUT ALSO: what is that piano intro reminding me of? I'm thinking late'90s with a female singer, but it might just have been... something I listened to a lot in the '90s.
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Doctor Mordrid (1992). A researcher for the NYPD discovers her neighbor (Jeffrey Combs) is a sorcerer whose nemesis has just arrived to destroy the Earth. The credits say this is "Based on an idea by Charles Band" which is a very funny way of saying "This was supposed to be a Doctor Strange adaptation but the rights expired during pre-production" (lol).

This is very short, a tight 74 minutes, and extremely cheesy. Nobody gets much development or depth. I saw someone describe this as feeling like the pilot to a 90s procedural, and yeah, that feels about right. The main appeal is of course Jeffrey Combs, who honestly feels fairly awkward in the role of hero main character. To be fair, none of the direction or anything else is doing him any favors.

All that said, this DOES have a stopmotion battle between a T-rex skeleton and a triceratops skeleton, and that's pretty great, honestly. I'd say that probably was worth the price of admission all by itself.

The villain looked vaguely familiar, and I looked him up and found the actor went on to play Luke in the Buffy pilot and then the Judge in S2. Neat.

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The Passenger (2023). A shy, awkward fast food worker in his early 20s (Johnny Berchtold) gets kidnapped by his cowoker (Kyle Gallner), who vacillates between gunning people down with a shotgun and providing his own fucked-up version of therapy in hopes of teaching our main guy to stand up for himself.

I somehow had osmosed a very different premise for this movie; I was maybe conflating it with He Went That Way, or some other carjacking movie? Some kind of "violent sadist terrorizes innocent person" story, which is extremely not my jam. This, however, is weirder and more complicated than that, and overall I enjoyed it a lot, especially considering it clearly didn't cost much to make. The dynamic between the two guys is interesting (I can totally see why there's a few hundred fics on AO3), and there are some genuinely very nice shots. I especially liked the opening sequence of driving through town just before dawn, and how the movie comes to a climax at nightfall. I also appreciate the movie's commitment to an extremely late 80s aesthetic for its fast food joint. Overall, a pleasant watch.

I do find it funny that I've seen Kyle Gallner in exactly two things (not counting his SPN appearance as a kid), both recently, both opening with him trying to kill people with a shotgun. He does have a real stereotypical redneck look about him, especially with the mustache.

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Bring Her Back (2025). Directed by the Philippou brothers, who made Talk to Me, this is about a teenage kid and his younger, visually impaired stepsister who, after their dad dies, go to stay with a foster mother (Sally Hawkins, ie Elisa from The Shape of Water) and her extremely creepy other foster child.

This is in fact not out yet, but I got to see it at the Monday Mystery Movie showing last night. It also is not the sequel to Talk to Me (even though I swear the title is a line that appears in Talk to Me). There is a sequel to that movie greenlit, it's just not this movie. Just to clear all that up!

Anyway, I liked it a lot. The two main kids are great, and especially the kid playing the older brother puts in a great performance supported by some pretty nuanced writing as he tries to navigate this escalating situation that is so much worse and weirder than he realizes. Sally Hawkins is fantastic, and what's going on with her character is satisfyingly horrible, I feel, with some glints of pretty fun black humor. I also appreciated that the story arcs here don't map directly onto real life issues the way the demons in Talk to Me were basically a one-for-one swap with drug use. This story is too weird to allow that kind of straightforward interpretation.

The star of the show here has got to be the creepy other foster kid, Ollie, who starts out mute, staring, and occasionally banging on things, and then gets a lot weirder from there. The entire concept of his character is executed really well, just very effective and fresh with images that will stick with you. I love the angle this story takes on the trope.

FYI the foster mom's cat experiences some harm (although not super obviously, I missed it and someone had to tell me after), but as far as we know it survives the movie.

Star Wars Time Travel Fix-It

May. 20th, 2025 07:33 pm
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Sending Family Back (5975 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano
Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano, Bultar Swan [Star Wars Prequel Trilogy], Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Force Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Kriffing Sith Pans, Background Character Death
Summary:

After The Adventure of Buckethead and Little Bit, Ahsoka gambles everything on a Force ritual to send Rex and Atin back, to undo it all.



Sending Family Back

When Ahsoka Tano was subdued, Rex worried. He wanted to just enjoy the fact he was with her and their child, away from all of the other demands on their time, but something was wrong. It wasn't even in how firmly she dominated their loving, when Little Bit was asleep. It wasn't in the fact Rex kept catching her studying something on her data pad, or the sad looks at Little Bit and Rex when she thought Rex wasn't paying attention.

Something had happened, something had changed for her, and he had a bad feeling about how this family time would end.

His first indication that he'd been correct to worry was Little Bit whimpering as the ship was starting its landing approach. Ahsoka was flying solely by sensor, or maybe Arseven was handling more of that since his wife seemed to be not quite there. Rex put a hand on Little Bit's small montrals, reassuring her by touch, but he wasn't unharnessing her until they were firmly settled on the ground.

Ahsoka wasn't as out of it as he thought, because once they were down, she was the one to release their daughter's harness and scoop the girl up, tucking the child to her chest.

"Shh, only here a bit, Little Bit," Ahsoka reassured. "Rex, grab that pack please?" she asked, indicating the rather larger than usual one to her. That she asked him to, that she wasn't just lifting it in the Force, and instead carrying their daughter toward the hatch had all of his warning beacons on high alert in his tactical mind.

"Tell me what's going on, 'Soka," he said, gruffly. It was not his first appeal for information, but this time he was going to stand firm on getting answers.

She paused, turning so she looked him dead in the eyes.

"I'm going to make everything right. Or, rather, I am going to make it possible for you to fix it all. All of my notes on who enabled, who profited, who tried to help, are in that pack," she said with deadly seriousness.

"And we're on … this world, that makes our daughter forget how fearless she is, to do this? Unless you have some way of changing the past, there is no making it all right again, only undoing what we can!" The way her markings shifted above her eyes made Rex listen to what he'd just said, and his own eyes went wide. "That's impossible, even with the Force!"

"Not here, not where so much was destroyed, not where so much of the Force bled into the Dark Side itself," Ahsoka said quietly. "I can open the way. You can fix it all, both of you."

"But… why not you?!" Rex demanded, glimpsing the idea that their family was being torn apart by this mad plan of hers.

"I… will have to make the path. And when you succeed, all will be as if it never happened. So … I must be here, not then, or I cannot open the way." Her eyes pleaded for understanding.

Rex's head hurt, but the sorrow on her face was too strong for him to question finding a different way. He didn't even question that he would do this. She thought he could… and she'd made sure he would have their daughter, even if he couldn't have her at his side, leading him on this.

"Who are you sending me to?" he asked, even as he realized she'd been putting their daughter to sleep with the Force while talking to him.

"Not sure of that part yet, Rex. Can't even be sure of how much time I will be able to give you, but I'll do my best to put you both somewhere you'll be able to work from quickly."

"Not our unit, or Cody's," Rex pointed out, half a question.

"No. Not after… no. We were right. So be careful of that," she said, remembering the fear for their daughter when they'd found her gone.

Rex grimaced; he'd been fairly certain. He grew quiet, letting her lead, the pack firmly in place and he snagged his helmet as they reached the door, having already been in his modified armor, just like Ahsoka was.

"The biggest pain is going to be watching us do that idiotic dance," he grumbled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Necessary one," she corrected. "We were both too young and inexperienced to even think about it, no matter what my past self would have wished at a younger age."

Rex chuckled, then sighed. "Point. Though Little Bit here is going to make that a bit different."

"So it will, but. They'll have a different future to decide for themselves, because you will win." Her faith in him was rock solid, and he took a deep breath. He felt like he'd been backed into a corner, yet… she was sending him on this desperate mission because they all needed to believe a better way was possible.

That she was giving up their daughter, sending the child back with him…

…well, he was no scientist, but maybe when he changed things, she simply would not be, and would not have to miss them as much as Rex knew they would miss her.





Rex understood now why Ahsoka had put Little Bit to sleep before sending them back. He wanted to retch up his entire last week's worth of meals as the world unmade itself around them, and then remade itself on a ship in hyperspace.

He couldn't be that weak though, dropping to a knee to get their daughter tucked more into his protection, because there were vod'e snapping alert all around them, and even the Jedi's hand strayed near her lightsaber. He squinted through the readings on the HUD, focusing on that one, not his long-lost brothers, and dragged in a breath at recognizing the Kuati woman.

"General Swan, ma'am, asking you to touch the Force right now, and acknowledge how strange our arrival is," he said quickly, because his brothers were very itchy at an invasion, even if he had taken a purely defensive pose.

"I don't know you, but I do know the Force is roiled, and … something allowed you to arrive." There was a pause. "Both of you… and one a youngling."

"Yes ma'am," Rex said, slowly raising up enough to reveal the Togruta-blooded child who was no longer asleep, but had followed her training to remain still and silent. Amber eyes that were a match to those of nearly every man present, looked at the Jedi with awe.

"Bultar?" she chirped, because Rex had relaxed, and there were no longer any blasters aimed his way, because the Jedi was calm.

"You know me, little one?"

Little Bit gnawed at her lower lip, realizing she might not should have said that.

"Pardon, ma'am, but my daughter's not quite old enough to grasp all of the strangeness of our mission." Rex met the woman's eyes, even though his helmet was hiding his features. Still, it was his helmet, and he knew Little Bit favored her mother enough that this Sentinel Jedi was putting pieces together rapidly, as impossible as they all had to seem.

"Bultar Swan, Jedi Knight. Commander Thrust is to my left, and further introductions will take place later for my men," Bultar said easily enough.

"Improbable as it sounds, my name is Rex, and this is Little Bit — or Atin — and I need to deliver intel to you, ma'am," Rex said after a heartbeat. If she insisted on including Thrust, this was going to get tricky, when he really needed to speak alone to the general.

"Let's say I am inclined to agree. But we are in a hostile situation, and my men will wish reassurance, as they do not have the Force to hear your honesty."

Rex set Little Bit down on her own two legs, then reached up to swipe the helmet off… and he could all but feel the men around him go rigid to see the age written into his face, more than they had been reacting to the change in his body from hard living and the aging before Ahsoka had beaten that back.

"I would trust any man here with my daughter, ma'am, while I speak with you," he said firmly, knowing none of the men would doubt his intentions being honorable, not when he was basically surrendering his daughter as surety against their general's safety.

Bultar proved, in the next moment, that she was worth the faith Ahsoka had put in her. "Little Bit, would you be willing to keep the Commander company while I talk to your father?"

"Elek," she answered cheerfully. Every man here was an uncle she hadn't met yet, and Rex almost pitied them as she was bound to steal their hearts right away.

"If you're sure," Thrust said cheerfully, even as he regained enough composure to look Rex in the eyes, promising a slow death to him if this was some ploy. He approached them, and offered a hand to the girl, who fearlessly took it.

Then again, the child had survived being a 'guest' on Mustafar with the monster of the Empire. What did she have to fear, Rex mused, following Bultar to her ready room.

Once they were in there, and the door was shut, Rex sagged a little from his militant response to being back near a unit of his own brothers, then indicated the pack.

"May I take this off? Fulcrum said all of her notes were in here, and knowing she picked you to send us to makes me want to get them in your hands faster," he said. "As you, ma'am, are one of the strategists, and intel gatherers, from what I remember of this time."

"I'm curious about 'Fulcrum', but go ahead." Bultar waited patiently in her chair for him to do so, looking for the world like she was perfectly at ease. Rex pulled out an actual flimsi pad, one of the fancier kind with the locking binder around it. He put his thumb to the lock sensor, said the passphrase, and the binder popped open.

"Fulcrum is who you know here and now as Ahsoka Tano," Rex said. "And yes, Little Bit is her daughter."

"But with your eyes, and a darker cast to her skin," Bultar said evenly. "Togruta hybrids have always been rare."

"The Force had opinions," Rex said with a half-shrug. "Wasn't planned, but wouldn't change it for anything, not now." He kept the notebook in front of him for the moment. "Ma'am? There's intel in here you will not want to believe. You cannot tell it to Thrust or any vod until after a certain technological issue is dealt with.

"And you absolutely must not involve Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Pong Krell, to name three that I have reason to believe would cause things to go a lot worse." He hesitated, knowing at least some of the next was personal, for his General's sake, but he knew how to phrase it. "And not Windu, not when he's balancing the whole damn Order in this mess."

Bultar did frown then, but she seemed to accept the addendum of the Master of the Order easily enough. "Your own General — here and now, anyway — and your former one. I have had little to do with Master Krell, so have no basis to object there, yet the first two? I wonder."

"Kenobi is more because he'll handle Skywalker wrong," Rex admitted. "Krell… has either already Fallen or will in the near future, given what he did that I know about. I'll tell you that bit later, but it's secondary, has to be, because of the real problem."

"And Skywalker?" she pressed.

He slid the notebook over. "After you flip through the first few pages, you'll understand more, but I'll add my piece after."

She took it, but did not start to read until after she had fully centered herself in the Force, and shielded herself adeptly. Whatever the notebook contained was going to be troubling, to say the least.





The notebook was not in Basic, but the code used for it was one that she, Lissarkh, Kit Fisto, or Areen Jepet could have read like Basic. A handful of other Sentinels, or those trained by them, maybe, yet Bultar was fairly certain Ahsoka had to have had one of them in mind all along. Granted, Rex had translated a few spots, just to verify for Bultar what she was reading.

It held a timeline, warnings about certain events yet to come in the near future — and the part about Pong Krell had clarified Rex's choices — and a plea to get Skywalker out of the Chancellor's direct shadow. The names of those who had risen to power, who were known to have benefited were useful. More so, the names of those who had been eliminated swiftly and those who Ahsoka could vouch for from this Rebel Alliance would give them potential allies to work with.

"What a bucket of bantha spit you handed me, Commander Rex," Bultar said, after many minutes of just meditating to lock all of her knew knowledge down. "I know the end, but must find a path to get us there that is perfect, allowing nothing to start the endgame as he sees it."

"We fix the chips, that's one step in making certain it can't happen," Rex said. "And please, General, I barely wore that rank for one campaign. Best to just call me Rex, or Leverage if you need a call sign. Ahsoka's choice, to match her being the Fulcrum of the Rebellion."

"Apt." Bultar never, ever wanted to see any of this come to pass, but the idea of her tiny 'sister' growing up to take that kind of burden before her eighteenth year was horrifying on a different level from the rest of it.

No, she admitted to herself; she kept circling back to that because she could not conceive of how the rest had come to pass, even after seeing the way Ahsoka had mapped it out for her.

"Leverage, then, to prevent confusion with your younger self." She stood, realized how late it is. "I am certain Thrust would have fed your daughter by now, but are you hungry?"

"Could eat. Need to see her more," Rex admitted, a wry half-smile that was counter to his sad eyes showing.

Bultar closed and locked the notebook, handing it back to him. "Keep that safe. I intend to invite a Sentinel who has more experience, that I would trust with the lives of all our men, to come and she will wish to read it."

"Yes ma'am." He placed it back in the spot inside the pack that would protect it from most damage. He then stood, turning to the door, and letting her precede him so that Thrust and his men would calm down. No sooner did he clear the bulkhead than Little Bit flung herself off a console and ran to him, climbing his armor adeptly to nuzzle into his face and neck.

Rex didn't need to see it, knowing that had done a lot for his brothers. Bultar did see it, and felt some of her resolve tighten further, to give these wonderful men a chance to know a future that held children in it.





Bultar let herself eat with her men, using the time to further lock down her visceral horror. Not for the first time, she cursed her first master for getting himself killed. She needed to think as clearly as he had, if she was going to save everyone. Perhaps, she would be wise to ask for better expertise, from someone more distant to the full conflagration.

Even as she was planning, she was observing the way the child was affecting her men. Some were uncertain of what to do or say with her, but many laughed and smiled, playing games. The games all seemed to be dexterity things, with Little Bit herself familiar with them. Bultar surmised the child had access to other troopers than just her father. The journal had hinted at hidden safe spots for those like Rex.

When the meal came to a close, Bultar designated one of the younger troopers to show father and daughter to the other cabin with a 'fresher.

"Atin," Rex called, and the girl immediately came, climbing his armor in that adorable way of hers.

"Stubborn, is it?" Thrust asked.

"Takes after her mother," Rex answered blandly to that.

"While my kinswoman has been known for that tendency, I rather doubt she is mismatched by you in those tendencies." Bultar's claim on kinship was deliberate, to set the stage for kin ties to help her men accept the difficult days ahead. It was even true, from a certain point of view, given that Plo Koon was Bultar's second master and Ahsoka's Finder.

"Perhaps."





While Atin — the girl both preferred that name from any one not her father and lived up to it — was stealing the hearts of all of her men, Bultar was using secure channels that only the Sentinels knew existed to get Areen Jepet, her grand-Master, to join her with a trusted healer. They were on a recon mission, picking up data from listening stations, so it wasn't that difficult to linger long enough for Areen's smaller ship to make it into the cruiser's hangar.

The Falleen and Devaronian arriving set Thrust's worries even higher, but Rex had told him he'd be told in due time.

Due time was after a brief unconsciousness, and as Thrust stared at the chip with its spider-like attachments, he was brought fully up to speed. Three others, all first years and possessing slicing skill, had also been 'ambushed' for surgery.

Only one of them got physically ill to hear the intel aired, while all three Jedi did their best to be soothing.

"We shift our listening," Thrust said, once they moved to the brainstorming session on how to unravel the tapestry of deceit. "Concentrate more fully on trying to intercept the Count's communications."

Areen sighed. "That will not work. I am long familiar with his ways, and he is unlikely to trust any means of direct communication. The routing would be tricky enough to be easily suspect of manipulations to make it appear as if they had connected to Coruscant."

Thrust frowned, closing his eyes to try and find a better path.

"We'll be investigating those who profited, trying to find the links of graft and corruption that tie back to him," Areen soothed.

"I have contacts among the press," Knight Krieth Nimpur, the Devaronian, said, smiling with malice for the enemy. "If I can arrange to acquire a trace of his blood, rumors of Force ability could go out with a midichlorian count."

Bultar rolled her eyes, but nodded. "First strike in raising credibility concerns, even if there is no consensus on that theory."

"But first," Rex said firmly, "we slice the damned chips and find a way to use its carrier signal to short them out!"

"Absolutely," from Areen married to Bultar's "Of course!" and Krieth's "Yes," soothing all of the men present.





Thrust was on an enforced rest break, and had been 'trapped' on the floor by Atin falling asleep on his chestplate. He turned his head, catching Rex's softer look at his daughter.

"Not planned?" Thrust asked softly. "Your little one."

"No. The Force was meddling, Ahsoka swore. She was going through a final growth spurt, putting together the nucleus of the rebellion for those senators that stayed loyal, and got whammied with realizing she had caught.

"Togruta don't typically hybridize, so I have to agree with her."

Thrust considered that, considered his own carefully kept crush on his general. "Can I ask how you two… ya know."

Rex snorted. "We'd grown close, vod, but not like that. Not until after… though she'd been waiting for both of us to catch up on experience. Seems she'd known, like she knew about the nightmare, about us in general, that I was eventually going to be the one. I gave her so much grief over how reckless she could be, but turned out that youngling knew how to keep her heart cloaked, to protect us all."

"Commander Vod'ika, I hear," Thrust said, acknowledging clone gossip about the 501st's padawan-commander.

"Think it was Jesse first called her that," Rex said with a lump in his throat. "For what it's worth? Once we get things moving, don't wait forever to tell her, vod. No tomorrow is promised, and I've got good intel that says she feels the same, just… power balances."

Thrust let out a breath, as this older brother, this man who had been a legend to them on Kamino even, said that. "Trust in that, yeah," he agreed, making plans to have a private talk with his general, once they cracked the chips' coding.





Areen was the one to insist that Plo Koon be the one to handle the Jedi High Council, once they had shorted out the chips en masse by using its own carrier signal. That meant he had to be briefed, which led to him arriving with Sinker and Comet as his fellow ARC crew.

Atin had, without warning, followed Rex and Bultar to the bay, but her presence would be one more confirmation of the story that had to be told. She watched the Kel Dor and his Wolf Pack members step off the ship, before making a disgruntled sound.

"What is it, Little Bit?" Rex asked, even though he suspected. His own chest had twisted up at the idea of who might be with the Jedi.

"Hoped for Uncle Growly," she chirped, and Plo Koon really looked at that older vod holding a child not much bigger than Little 'Soka had been in her first year at the Temple.

"Master, it appears that your Foundling went and found a way to save us all," Bultar said, while Plo was processing everything.

"I… wish I could say that I see, but I am completely at a loss," Plo Koon admitted.

"General Buir, if I hadn't lived it, I'd be as lost," Rex said, encouraging Little Bit to move to his shoulders instead of his hip. She looked over at the very tall Jedi from that lofty position and suddenly brightened.

"I'm going to be older than Pel, yes?" she demanded, head hanging over Rex's to peer at him from above.

"Believe so, and you're not to remind xie of that once xie is born," Rex said, getting a pout.

"Wouldn't be right. Won't be my Pel from then, but will be my Pel now."

"Sorry, General," Rex said watching the sensory organs flex. "Your friend Lia's child is… was from this new point of view… her best friend."

"And with this exchange, I find myself quite intrigued… and hopeful." Plo had been mildly strong-armed into granting that request, because of the war, and Lia was not yet delivered of the child.

"Good," Bultar said firmly. "Because we broke a piece of it and now we need the High Council brought onboard with our plans to end this war."

Comet and Sinker, having slowly processed that yes, that was Captain Rex, but older, could only stare, especially at the biter gleefully using Rex as her vantage point.

"Let us get to work then," Plo said firmly. "You are… a Rex? From some point of the future?"

"Yes sir. And this is Atin, now she's chosen her own name. Might hear me call her Little Bit, though."

"I am glad, if shocked, to meet you both."

"Save the 'shock' for the meeting," Bultar said glibly, leading them all back to the space they had turned into the 'war room' for undoing the future Rex and Atin came from.





Rex and Atin stayed with Bultar's unit as the others moved out to begin the arduous task of breaking the spider-web of deceit tying the galaxy into an unwinnable war.

It took months, but as Bultar's unit was small, gathering intelligence, and only occasionally fighting in space, it was the safest way to keep the source of their knowledge out of sight of all. Bultar's quartermaster even manufactured a full set of plastoid, with basic communication and sealed systems for Atin, welcoming the challenge.

She immediately descended on the 'art' cabin, and painted it with 501st blue to show her allegiance, splashed by an orange mixed to match her mother's skin. The symbols made no sense to the men — but Bultar recognized them as Kel Dor symbols for 'peace', 'clan', and 'honor'.

"Her best friend is — was and will be? — a child of master Plo's, she sometimes fusses in the more basic Kel Dor words, and now this?" Bultar teased Rex. "Care to tell us more about life that brushed Dorin?"

Rex smiled fondly. "General Buir either has or will ask for the second moon to be tunneled and sealed, large enough to house two legions," he said. "Ahsoka found out about it when she went to ask for a Sage to help her learn more of the Force. So we had somewhere to fall back to, somewhere to put the brothers we stole back, or the ones we found that had overcome the chips.

"Healer Lia became our primary point for helping be certain the men would live, as she was adept with psychological trauma. We never asked her to come up; Wolffe would take them down to her, and the quarters that had been the General's were converted to support the effort." His eyes twinkled. "You were a cute youngling, General," he said with amusement.

She groaned. "All of his holos," she said, nodding as Atin's recognition of her made even more sense.

"We learned a lot, and it helped Ahsoka heal past the betrayal, mostly, though she still wondered at how he'd ever agreed to go along with it. Him and General Ti were the worst for her."

Bultar winced, remembering the conversation about Ahsoka not being a Jedi. "It would be. Finder and Hunt-Mother." She shook her head. "Not happening now. Even if, in the end, it was likely what saved her from being killed to break Anakin further, there's not going to be a reason or chance now."

"No ma'am," Rex agreed. "I didn't have any of your men, but with the tasks your unit has, they would have been quickly assimilated. You, however, we knew did not die in that first wave."

"And yet I was not with Ahsoka," Bultar said resolutely. "Do you have any idea? I find myself morbidly curious."

"What little we could make of the rumors, you lured the Emperor's mad dog into a cortosis mine. He survived, and you nor the others in your group did not," Rex said simply. "Apparently Knight Koon also faced him, on Coruscant. That filtered into one of our Senator's spy rings, and was passed on to her."

"At least we tried," Bultar said. "And don't you dare repeat that platitude of the Jedi."

"Never," Rex said. "Though I did finally realize what it meant. 'There is no try' means only to put all you are into any effort, and even if you fail, you did do it."

Bultar smiled broadly, nodding. "My first Master managed to lead me to understand that," she said, letting herself remember the good years, not that last agony of him dying so far from her.

"Interesting man, from all I ever heard," Rex offered.

"Yes, he was. I bet you heard some intere— "

"General, Commander Rex, to the bridge," came an alert, and the only thing that soothed Rex as he shoved his bucket on to accompany her was that the lighting didn't dim to throw power at shields and weapons.

Even Jedi swiftness didn't out-pace Rex's space-eating stride, and they arrived together, Bultar's eyes going to Thrust immediately.

"Secure comm waiting for you, General," Thrust reported. "Coruscant origination. Encrypted."

"Thank you, Commander." She moved to her work space, keying in her codes to bring it up on the display there. She had to read it twice, before drawing in a deep breath.

"Livewire, keep your arrays out listening for any unusual motion or comms from the Separatist side," she said firmly. "Count Dooku is confirmed dead on Serenno, assassinated apparently."

"That… is a distinct change," Rex said, shocked. "We learned, from a source I'd rather not mention, that a Sentinel was there, with that mission, but… he wasn't protected enough from the Dark Side, not until he found the ally I prefer not to mention."

Bultar's lips thinned, before she looked him dead in the eye. "Vos?"

Rex nodded once.

"Maybe he touched something or someone that let him hold onto hope," she murmured. "Force knows what he had to be getting when he touched one of you."

Thrust jerked, and then he nodded sharply. They'd had Vos aboard a couple of time, dropping intel, and it had always been difficult.

"I'll hope so; Cody liked him well enough," Rex said to that, and he meant it. This certainly had to have some sort of fall out on the side of the Jedi saving his brothers, and themselves.





Atin drew in a gasping breath, coming up out of deep sleep with her hands scrabbling at her own throat, sounds of distress in the shrill Togruti pitches. Her eyes were unfocused, and it was all Rex could do to get her into his arms and trap her hands once he could tell there was nothing physically wrong.

Just as quickly as it had hit, it subsided, and Rex felt a phantom ache in his chest, almost like the scar was throbbing with energy. He pushed that aside, just stroking his daughter's head, trying to soothe her from the crying that had settled in.

"Buir!" Atin managed to sob out, and Rex realized he was catching a phantom Force feeling off whatever had just happened in the 501st's area of operation. Only… how were they going to find out, and was Ahsoka of this time alright!





Thrust was the one to answer his burning questions, and Rex was glad of that. Atin was occupied by the General — she'd come with Thrust and offered to do Force lessons with his daughter — and Thrust had settled on the bunk.

Rex took the hint and came to sit next to him, not protesting the arm slung around his shoulders.

"Despite all of your warnings, Skywalker and the 501st wound up on Coruscant at the Chancellor's beck and call," Thrust began. "Details weren't shared officially, but a Lieutenant Tok was too enraged to not put some of it across our coded channels."

"That's 'Soka's company leader," Rex said, his chest tight with apprehension.

Thrust nodded. "The Chancellor, braced with evidence by the Security Council inside the convened Senate, ordered Skywalker to prevent the intended arrest. Tok says the general resisted, until the sleemo implied Amidala would also be implicated and dragged down with him."

Rex closed his eyes, leaning harder into Thrust's hold.

"Commander Tano reacted to Skywalker's submission to the manipulations, and … Skywalker used the Force against her."

"Kriff!"

"Tok's half-squad, and the half-squad under Arc Trooper Fives reacted admirably, vod," Thrust said firmly. "They stunned the general, and even a Jedi can't shrug off or defend eight blasts from hand-picked troops."

Rex shifted to actually look at Thrust. "Ahsoka?" he asked softly.

"Was dropped, thought to be unconscious, as pandemonium broke out," Thrust told him.

"Thought to be?"

That got a small laugh. "The Guard got their buckets on straight, and went after the real traitor, the Chancellor. Somehow, Fox and Thire still up and aiming, when the Chancellor threw lightning in their direction — and Commander Tano managed to intercept and hold it on her crossed lightsabers, buying them the chance to make the kill."

Rex drew in a deep breath, then let it out. "Always with the save," he murmured. "I thought she was out when Grievous nearly killed me, and she intercepted him then too.

"Skywalker?"

"Jedi custody for evaluation and treatment. As the war is not officially over, but the Senate ordered defensive actions only, Tano and your younger self are commanding the 501st with Admiral Yularen's vote of confidence backing the choice."

"That's a hell of a thing," Rex said, not letting his concerns over Yularen crop up; the man, at this point in history, had still been loyal to the Republic. And Ahsoka — his Ahsoka — had believed that Yularen might have been trying to curb the Empire from the inside. He'd roll with that idea for now.

"I told my general, and she felt the Force disturbance from Little Bit the other night, so she decided I'd better tell you Tok's story ahead of whatever official announcements come down the lines," Thrust told him, squeezing.

"I appreciate that," Rex said, even as he wondered just how things would go from here.





"…rex…"

The voice was so faint, and yet it pulled at Rex, drawing him out of his sleep, even as Atin stirred on her bunk.

Why did the Force make demands when they were sleeping?

"rex…"

That was Ahsoka, his Ahsoka… he knew her voice, knew that she was weakening against whatever this was.

"Atin, reach for your buir with all your heart!" he told his daughter as she sat up, her eyes big and hope shining in them. Rex focused on Ahsoka, on the smell of her, on the feel of her muscles coiled for action, on the brilliance of her mind. He didn't know if Atin could focus the Force the way they needed, but they had to try.

A flash of energy that left dancing spots in his vision, and then there was another body in the cabin with them, collapsing against Rex's waiting arms. Atin wavered, half-fell off her bunk, and stumbled over to them both. Tears and quiet murmurs of 'I have you', 'You're here' followed… which was how Bultar found the family when she overrode the quarters' lock to see what had happened.

Slowly, Ahsoka turned her face to the Jedi, unashamed of the hold she kept on her mate and child.

"Thank you, for believing," she said in a hoarse voice, making Rex actually notice she was injured, scorched and bruised all over.

"Kind of hard not to," Bultar said in her driest tone. "You need medical."

"Probably," Ahsoka admitted, and Rex did his best to help her fully to her feet.

"You came back to us," he murmured.

"Can't leave my clan to face the future alone," she answered, even as Bultar scooped Atin up, to keep her from climbing one of her parents.

They were a little wobbly all the way to medical, with Ahsoka explaining the Emperor had attacked her in that place, suspecting her aim to destroy the universe he had built. She quieted long enough to let Bultar look her over, then finished the tale.

"When he was killed at this point, the universe began to fold in on itself… and I reached for you both."

"Did he … manage something like that?" Bultar asked in worry.

Ahsoka smiled. "No… he'd already been made one with the Force."

Rex could only stare, as she reaffirmed how deadly she could be.

"Well, I guess we get to figure out a galaxy that has twice the trouble of a Tano in it," Bultar said with amusement.

Their laughter was a needed draught against how close they had come to losing her in that other timeline, the one they had worked to undo.

Somehow, Rex thought they might actually not find trouble for some time… because they'd given far too much of themselves already to stop it all.

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In other news then we started watching 'Only Murders in the Building' (since we got Disney+ anyway). This show is really rather good. Not in a fannish sense, just in a wildly entertaining and funny and well-written way. Recommended.

TV Tuesday: Who'd Have Thunk It?

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There are shows whose twists and turns kept us on our toes so much that we developed our own theories. How have those theories compared to canon reveals or developments? When were we super wrong about something? Or when were we the person who called it first (at the kitchen table or in an internet discussion)?

Book Review: Cold Shoulder Road

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After Is Underground, [personal profile] littlerhymes and I approached Cold Shoulder Road with trepidation. However, I am happy to report that our concerns were unwarranted. In this book, Joan Aiken returns to form with an adventure story that is gristly but mostly in a way that is fun for the reader, like the Edward Gorey covers that grace many books in this series.

(Except for a very minor character who she kills at the end for no apparent reason except to remind us that she can. Spoiler redacted didn’t deserve that fate!)

Anyway. Is Twite and her cousin Arun have made their way back to Arun’s hometown, where Arun will be briefly reunited with his mother, whom he hasn’t seen ever since he ran away from the Silent Sect because he couldn’t stand not being allowed to sing or talk. They arrive at the family home in Cold Shoulder Road… and find it empty! Arun’s mother has disappeared! And the Silent Sect has been taken over by a charismatic leader by the name of Dominic de la Twite…

Later in the book Is and Arun learn a song, the substance of which is that “When Twites are good, they are very very good, but when they are bad they are horrid.” Old Domino, as Is calls him, is definitely on the horrid side. He also appears to have command of at least an unconscious form of the thought speech that Is discovered in Is Underground, which he uses to mind-whammy Arun into submission until Is drags him away.

Other typical Aiken touches:

A down-trodden but plucky orphan

The Admiral’s giant pet spider Rosamunde

The Admiral’s dupli-gyro (bicycle), which he likes to ride while flying a kite

The system of caverns beneath the Admiral’s house where Is and Arun find three large vats of treasure.

(The Admiral is doing a lot of work to bring the quirkiness to this book.)

And of course the reappearance of Is’s cat Figgin, who occasionally appears in danger but pulls through at the end, which almost made me forgive Aiken for killing spoiler redacted. (But not quite.)

Next book, we’re returning to Dido! We had the briefest mention of her when the downtrodden but plucky orphan brushed minds with her across the sea, as Dido has been Sir On a Vacation to Nantucket for the previous two books. Does this mean that Dido is going to carry the thought speech forward into the last two books of the series? To be honest I’m not madly keen on the thought speech, so I kind of hope not, but we’ll see.

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