Moonlake’s Book Discoveries- March 2022

Fantasy: 

The Liveship Traders Trilogy by Robin Hobb

In terms of characters, I think I can easily feel for Wintrow. Althea at the start was a bit too headstrong for me except when she faced off with Kyle in book 1 and when she showed her determination for her cause. Same with Malta who started off being so selfish that I was annoyed. Out of the Vestrit women, I prefer Ronica even though she did screw up and get everything started. I like Brash and am really really annoyed by Kyle. At the end of it, I’m much more on board with everyone. 

I also like the interweaving of the liveships and dragons into this otherwise tale of the plight of the Vestrit family and mostly its women. I was never into dragons that much despite an avid fantasy reader but I think Robin Hobb breathes some new life into the concept that I appreciate. 

The Stress of Her Regard by Tim Powers

I just wanted to read something standalone and fantasy in between a potential future foray into Robin Hobb’s Rain Wilds Chronicles and Guy Gavriel Kay’s Fionavar Tapestry via audiobooks. The story was engaging up to a certain point but then I feel like the personal urgency for the main character just slacked off. Perhaps I’m the wrong audience for this book since this is supposed to be a supernatural take on historical figures but I had no idea who most of the poets were. 

Mystery:

The Ninth grave by Stefan Ahnhem

I did like the book overall. It is fast paced, has many twists and turns. I am slightly confused sometimes when the scene shifts between one of the victims and police officers in Denmark and Sweden but everything does tie together in the end. 

I actually started this book because I was interestested in the Fabian Risk novel later down the track. I read one chapter of the next book that this is prelude to and I’m not sure I’m actually that attracted to the premise. I guess I will leave it to my whim. 

Blackout by David Rosenfelt

It’s a solidly written cop mystery. There is not a lot of twists but there is one.

Black and Blue by David Rosenfelt

I got onto this book from Blackout because there was a sneak peek of this at the end of Blackout. I did guess the major gist of the book even though as per usual, I was fooled by the author’s misdirection. Nevertheless, I found the premise of this book more engaging than book 1 and I enjoyed the read.

Literary Fiction:

Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro

My book study group proposed this novel for us. It’s a solidly written book. I’m pleasantly surprised by the author’s smooth prose and the ending even though it’s not really my genre and cup of tea.

Moonlake’s Writing Updates- March 2022

I’ve actually finished draft 0.82 of the WIP and I’m taking a rest for it for a while as per usual. That was in fact finished in February. I might need a little structural analysis time on it in April but I will cross that bridge when I come to it. 

Currently I’m working on my next tentative project which is an entirely different trilogy. And sometime in between when I last talked about it and this post, I’ve managed to find a tentative title for book 1. It’s either going to be titled The Grace to Fall or Grace in Falling. For this project, I’ve decided to break away from the focus on historical events informed by my research and considered substituting for events that my protagonist would be more active in. I think that is a very right direction for me to but I just need to steep in this protagonist for a bit more so I’ve actually turned to free writing on her now. 

And that’s all for now. Until next time. 

This is a memory worth keeping…

The line is from a poem titled Poems by Nikki Grimes. 

This is a memory worth keeping:

  1. The tug-of wars using blankets Mum and I used to play when I was a child
  2. The craft book she bought me and one of the arts was titled “Piggy Mum making rice cakes” and how I jokingly said it made me think of her because in Cantonese her first name sounds like Pig. 
  3. The karaoke I used to sing with my best friend, me to read out the lyrics right besides her in case she didn’t know how to pronounce some words. She’s got a fear of not pronouncing things properly. Once she shoved the mic right at me for a radio show we were making for History oral about Gandhi and there was this Indian name she could not pronounce. 
  4. How she used to say the sky is grey and I would have answered back the sky is blue. Once she said that and I made my reflexive reply and she said “No, look, it’s raining.” That was funny. 
  5. Not an actual memory but when I realised that I wanted to be a writer and could actually be one. A writer is just someone who writes. Knowing that was liberating. Perhaps the most liberating thing I had ever known. 
  6. My first ever memory. I was up on a rooftop or somewhere. I had steamed egg stew- not steamed eggs, eggs crashed into a bowl and you use chopsticks to whip it so that the yolks and the white will mix together. And then you steam the well-mixed egg liquid until it solidifies. 

Chinese Lore- A Selection of Mythical Fauna (5)

Ao (pronounced ou as in ouch) 

Physical Description:

A massive turtle 

Special Properties:

None  

Lore:

When Nu Wa mended the hole in the sky, she was said to have broken off the four legs of an Ao to mark the furthest point in the four directions. There are also a legend of there being three mountains where the divine dwell in that are borne on the back of an Ao. 

In the main room of the Imperial Palace in the periods stretching from the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, there are stone sculptures of a Dragon and an Ao place on the central stone block that acts as a step up to the throne. All scholars who passed the test to become an official of the Court will line up in a queue under this stone block. Only the one who passed the Court Official test with the highest score had the honour of standing in the position facing the head of the Ao figurine. From this, the Chines idiom (one of the special 4 Character phrases) for describing the champion in any endeavour “Be in the sole view of the Ao’s Head” is born. 


Spin turtle

Physical Description:

A turtle with the head of a bird, the beak of an eagle and the tail of a snake

Special Properties:

Its call is akin to wood being split open. Holding onto it can improve hearing in water and facilitate travel to watery depths. 

Lore:

Fabled animal local to a strange body of water 

Translation Quirk:

Besides the bit about its call being akin to wood being split open, the entire section of Special Properties could be mis-interpretation on my behalf. While I’m confident about some linkage between holding onto it (or wearing if I’m translating the text in a literal sense) and improved hearing (the literal translation would be “make one not deaf”), I’m not at all sure about the travelling in watery depth bit. 


Chong Ming Bird 

Physical Description:

A bird that looks like a chicken but it has two pupils in each eye.  

Special Properties:

Its call is like that of a Phoenix and it has strength. It can fight with large beasts like tigers and wolves. 

Translation Quirks

This bird is probably named for having two pupils to each eye. Chong in Chinese means repeat or double. Ming means bright. 


Yin Yuan 

Physical Description:

A duck-sized bird with a bee-like shape 

Special Properties:

Its sting will kill other birds and beasts as well as withering plants.   

Remarkable Women in Ancient China (12)- Zhongli Chun (Zhong Wu Yan)

Who is she:

  • One of the Four Greatest Uglies 
  • Wife to the Lord of the Kingdom of Qi in the period of the Warring States 
  • The actual historical figure’s name is Zhongli Chun but in dramas and movies she more often go by the name of the Zhong Wu Yan

Notable Life Events:

  • Still unmarried at the age of 40
  • Requested an audience with the lord of Qi and convinced him of the four dangers the kingdom of Qi faced and this gesture touched the Lord so much that he made her his wife so that she could act as a mirror for him 

Why is she remarkable:

  • There was an extensive description of her ugliness but I was not convinced that it was not made up because her story had been adapted for Chinese opera: apparently she was almost bald, with dark skin, has an abnormally large head, a sunken forehead, sunken eyes, large nostrils, a lump in her throat that is larger than an adam’s apple and a belly as large as a pregnant woman (though she was a virgin). 
  • Although female repression started much later in Chinese history and her era was before there was such a thing as an Emperor in ancient China, I still think it was remarkable that she was able to request an audience with the Lord of her state and then convince him of her views

Moonlake’s thoughts on her: 

Hard to really see into her personality but just based on what she did, she sounded like a woman of initiative. 

English Wiki: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhongli_Chun

Most memorable Aunts/Female Mentors

Relative to the male mage/mentor figure which always often comes with a vice in the realm of smoking or being a womaniser I prefer aunts/female mentors, most of them stern but also tender (sometimes all at once but most of the time underneath). And somehow I’ve had aunt figures pop up in my own fiction twice now (one for that Genghis Khan story that’s RIPed and again now for the WIP). So in this post, I’m going to nominate my own personal favourite aunts/female mentors, not in any order as per usual:

  • Polgara or Aunt Pol (Belgariad/Mallorean by David Eddings)- she might be the first I encountered and I think her physical description does stand out, having a single streak of white hair among otherwise black(?) hair. I know she has dark hair but can’t remember whether it’s actually black. 
  • Rosethorn (the Circle Universe by Tamora Pierce)- I like her by herself but also her dynamics with Briar, the street urchin turned mage.  
  • Sephrenia (Elenium/Tamuli by David Eddings)- I remember her to be much like Aunt Pol, the same sort of sharp tongue but I guess less of a mentor than someone to be consulted. I almost forgot about her until I started writing up this post and then suddenly I couldn’t remember so many aunts as I thought there were. I did like her when I was reading the series. 

If you have your own favourite aunt/female mentor to nominate, let me know in comments.

I want to say I was here…

The jump-off line is from I want to say by Natalie Goldberg. I got bored half way and started recording what actually happened (the paragraph about the runny nose). But I really like the ending sections of this piece that came after that. 

I want to say I was here. Here or there, it doesn’t matter. Not to me. I’m not much interested with surroundings, with the external world. Rather, I turn inwards. It is always what’s inside that holds my attention. I’m self absorbed in that way. Though I never thought of describing myself as self absorbed before. But come to think of it, it might be apt. It might be. 

I want to say I was here. Here and now. Time is probably more important to me. Or maybe it isn’t. Part of being a routine person is that often as not, one day blends into the next and the next after that. I started recording five things for every day that passed in my life, as a self love thing or just self acknowledgment. Not like a diary which I could never stick to. But five things- thoughts or observations- I could capture, especially with my timesheet that I use to account for how I spend my waking hours, down to half hour slots. In truth, I cheat a little sometimes by only spending 15 minutes on a writing related task and the rest of the half hour on FB games and online novels. But it turned out to be a good prompt for 5 F 2day. That’s what this daily note taking is called. 5 for today, for yourself. 

I want to say I was here. I’ve been having a runny nose as I write, now. Hay Fever. 

I want to say I was here. Here on Earth. Suspended in the galaxy, within the solar system. 

I want to say I was here. A speck of dust in history, across its span that stretches back from darkness, from nothingness into the light, into eternity. A speck of dust but I’ve been here. Now.

Adventures aboard the Chen Xing- Chapter 12

We landed back at the Frontier in record time. Estella parked us near the factory. Guppy was getting anxious, fearing of being nabbed by her old gang. 

“As long as you stay at one of our sides the entire time you’ll be safe.”  Aurora  promised her.

“Can I cut off their legs if they try?”

Aurora chuckled. “Sure, just not on the ship, I don’t want to have to clean it up.”

“When we split up I’ll head to the market with Aurora and Guppy and buy the meats for our BBQ and restock the ship.” Estella had our day plan all worked out. 

“Um, you mean after Sam collects our payment from Roland’s boss, we need money to pay for it.” Aurora reminds her.

“Oh right,” She nodded, “After Sam tracks down the doc, unless you want our help with that?” She looked over at me.

“I will go to Old Scorby for tips first and then hit up some of my barhopping group.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

When we got to the factory, Roland was standing outside. He waved at us but frowned when he saw Guppy. “You haven’t drowned that rat yet? Well, nevermind, I see you came back to get yer payment. I must say, the boss was mighty tickled with yer man’s repair job. He’s been wonderin where ya all went ta.”

“Where’s the boss? We are here to collect our payment.” I went over and clapped him on the shoulder.

“I got yer money here. Even threw in a little bonus on account of how much trouble ya saved him with the board back at HQ. He says the converter is running better’n before it were wrecked.”

“Give him our thanks.” I took the money off him and passed it to Estella. Aurora and Guppy were whispering to each other and Guppy’s giggles made him frown again. 

“Boss wants ya all ta know that he’s good for a bounty on that old friend a yers what got all the kids riled up and messin with our stuff. An extra 5k on top a whatever they’re offerin fer him already.”

“We are working on it. Tell him that.”

“Will do. He’ll be happy ’bout it”

“See you around then.” I waved and walked off.

“Ya all need ta hitch a ride back inta town? I can take ya there, pick ya up later on near shift’s end.” Roland offered.

“You girls catch the ride if you want. I’m going in the opposite direction.” I told him and continued on my way. Scorsby’s area had lots of rundown buildings, many closed. Broken windows. Faces peering out from windows. In sum, one of these neighbourhoods where caution is your lifeline. But perhaps I’ve become too tough, at least in appearance. People looked more afraid of me than being threats themselves. Still, I mained my caution all the way until I arrived. It looked the same as it always had. A set of steps led up to a second floor entry with a flaking-red square sign that had a big yellow S in the middle. I walked up and opened the door. 

The office inside was dusty. Scorsby was sitting behind a beat up desk, flipping through some papers in a file. He looked  up as I came in and he smiled, showing his yellow, nicotine stained teeth. “Well, hey, Sam. Been a few. I think last time we met it was on that planet… what was it called? Barron’s or something? You ever catch that guy?”

“Yeah, busted his chops. I came here for two things. One, I heard there’s a bounty on Jake Camden. Put us down as being on his trail. Second, I need a lead to blackmarket doctors.”

“You always were always one to stick with a job till it got done.”

I nodded, waiting for the old boy to get to the information I needed. 

“Well… let me think. There’s a few here… I think Ol’ Terry oughta know enough to point you in the right direction. He’s got a little shop ’bout three blocks down from me. But you gotta promise me you won’t mess with his business. He’s a good guy, just fell on some hard times not his own fault”

“Sure, I know the street rules.”

“But… before you leave, I gotta ask you. Your ship, that beautiful hunk o’ trash you all ride in, it took off in a hurry some days back but then here you are. Where you been?”

“Nowhere special, just that junk asteroid nearby. But it’s got a secret that only we know.” I boosted. That’s what I do with the old boy. Friendly competition, let’s call it. 

“A secret you say? Well, I wouldn’t want to pry. Which direction now? How long did it take to get there? Must have been something interesting about it.”

“What do you mean that you don’t know about that junk asteroid? Everyone knows.” I asked him confusedly.

“Oh, well, there are a few asteroids not far from here. They’re out of the orbital zone, so no worries about hitting us here, but I heard from someone or other that there used to be some other moon or something out there that broke up eons ago.”

“Right, to be honest, we took a detour that we never meant to take. Anyway, that’s more what Estella worries about.”

“This one you found, it has anything special? Seems you were all gone for a spell.”

“We ran out of fuel and food so forced to stay there for a while. The place is plant paradise, not that friendly for a meat lover like me.”

“Oh, that sounds awful.” He patted his belly. “Doesn’t sound like a friendly place to me. Do some sightseeing while you were there? See anything interesting?”

“Well, some. Like a crater edge that doesn’t allow you to breathe. And giant bones all stacked in a room.”

“That sounds like a perilous place to hang out. Good thing you lot are so tough. Won’t find me in a place like that these days. I tend to stick to the safer places these days. I’ll leave that rough stuff to you youngsters”

“Leave it to us.” I winked off at Old Scorby. “Well, I’ll be off.”

“Sure, umm… before you go, I was just wondering. You said something about a plant paradise. Anything interesting about the plants themselves?”

“Well, quite a lot of them could fuse with machine parts. And Estella’s blood managed to mutate one into something else.”

“My, that’s something else. Glad you made it back ok. You think of anything else interesting about the place, feel free to drop by and let me know.”

I gave him a finger wave and walked out to find Old Terry. Three blocks down took me to a doorway tucked into a back alley. The door itself seemed crooked, as in it couldn’t be closed all the way. A classic ambush setup so I took some time to look over things. I didn’t spot anything so I moved in. Apparently the door wasn’t hanging like that due to disuse or anything, it looked like it was partially pulled from the hinges. Instead of entering through the door, I parkoured up to the second floor balcony. The door on that level was nailed shut with wooden boards but I busted them with my fist and pulled the door open. 

It smelled musty and moldy and there wasn’t much light. It appeared to be a bedroom. A mattress lay on the floor, as well as some boxes, food, clothing and a few empty bottles of vodka. I searched it briefly but only found more living necessities and medical books. I moved out into the hallway and I could hear some kind of noise coming up from a connecting staircase going down. I tried to peer down without being seen. Not much luck but it sounded like someone was crying or moaning down there. 

I tried to make as little noise as I could as I carefully moved down the staircase. But it wash hopeless. It was one of these old creaky stairs so I gave up my attempt at stealth. “Whoever’s down there crying, I’m not here to hurt you. If you are Old Terry, I came from Scorby.” There was a cry and a grunt in reply. I prepared for a potential hostage situation as I continued descending. 

“Hellll…”

It was dark but my Eagle Eyes helped and plus, a little light was coming in through the crooked door. The room has been converted into an operating room, with two beds and a number of old machines. Lots of doctor tools that looked torn for use. 

A bulky man was lying on the floor near the door. He was lying in a pool of liquid and not moving at all. And he was basically blocking the door. I heard a grunt coming from my left and saw a man slumped against the wall when I turned.  

He had his hands clenched around his abdomen. “Hellll… meeee…”

“Any of you Old Terry? Where has he gone?”

“Meee… Terr… Helll…”

I went over to him and started doing basic First-Aid. “Tell me what to do.” I patched him up all right, that is, he was not going to die on me just yet. 

“I need to ask you some quick questions. You able to hold on long enough for that and who should I bring you to?”

He passed out. 

Chinese Lore- A Selection of Mythical Flora (5)

Qi

Physical Description:

A tree that looks like populus with red patterns, with tree sap the colour of blood and does not bear fruits.

Special Properties:

Coating a horse with its tree sap can tame it.


Di Wu

Physical Description:

A barbed tree whose leaves are shaped like peppers and bears red fruits.

Special Properties:

Consuming it can ward against evil.


Gu Rong

Physical Description:

A plant with a stem similar to the Chinese bellflower, bears black flowers but no fruits.

Special Properties:

Consuming it makes you infertile.


Mi Gu

Physical Description:

A tree that looks like paper mulberry but has dark patterns and shines.

Special Properties:

Carrying it on your person means that you will never lose directions.

You have permission to change…

The jump-off line is from You will be changed by Jeanette Encinias. I’ve never written a love letter to myself before but I feel like this piece is it: 

You have permission to change. Go ahead. Embrace it. You know you’re ready. 

You have permission to change. Take it slow. One step at a time. It’s okay to look back, to see how far you’ve come. But don’t go back. Ever. You don’t want to anyway. 

You have permission to change. To grow into who you really are. Into who you really could be. Go on. You can do it, girl. 

You have permission to change. Not anyone else’s. Not the world’s. Your own. That’s what you’ve realised. You didn’t need any permission from none other than yourself. And now you’ve got it. So go. Go with my blessing, girl. 

You have permission to change, girl. Somehow you have blundered through the other end of life to reach where you are now. You are changing. Changing the way you want to change. Not the world wants you to or others want you to. But changing just for yourself, changing according to your own wishes. Yes, the world will accommodate you. No worries now. Go ahead. Break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Unfurl your wings and fly. Fly to your destination and then keep flying, to the next one. 

You have permission to change. Change, the wildcard. But it’s so exciting. So embrace it, girl. You know the choice is with you. So seize it. Seize it, girl. It is the key that will unlock you, the golden key that unlocks you. Let you peel back yourself, layer by layer like an onion, to see your core. Go on, girl. Your life has just begun. Live it. Love it. 

I love you, my girl. If I could go back in time to meet you, I would embrace you and tell you how proud I am of what you are. Who you were. Yours truly, your older self.