The slavery of the suffocating salt mines of Endovier that scarred her past is nothing compared to a life bound to her darkest enemy, a king whose rule is so dark and evil it is near impossible to defy. Celaena faces a choice that is tearing her heart to pieces: kill in cold blood for a man she hates, or risk sentencing those she loves to death. Celaena must decide what she will fight for: survival, love or the future of a kingdom.
Because an assassin cannot have it all. And trying to may just destroy her. Love or loathe Celaena, she will slice open your heart with her dagger and leave you bleeding long after the last page of this New York Times bestselling sequel, in what is undeniably THE hottest new fantasy series. Any hope Celaena has of destroying the king lies in answers to be found in Wendlyn. While Celaena learns of her true destiny, and the eyes of Erilea are on Wendlyn, a brutal and beastly force is preparing to take to the skies.
Will Celaena find the strength not only to win her own battles, but to fight a war that could pit her loyalties to her own people against those she has grown to love? Maas, is packed with more heart-stopping action, devastating drama and swoonsome romance, and introduces some fierce new heroines to love and hate. Everyone Celaena Sardothien loves has been taken from her. Bloodthirsty for revenge on the two men responsible for destroying her life, and desperate to find out if the prince and his captain are safe, Celaena returns to Rifthold, the seat of so much evil. She has accepted her identity as Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen.
But before she can reclaim her throne, there are dark truths to learn and debts to be paid. Only then can she fight for her people. In these action-packed prequel novellas — together in one edition for the first time — Celaena embarks on five daring missions. They take her from remote islands to hostile deserts, where she fights to liberate slaves and seeks to avenge the tyrannous.
Explore the dark underworld of this kick-ass heroine and find out how the legend begins in the five page-turning prequel novellas to the New York Times bestselling Throne of Glass series. So when she spots a deer in the forest being pursued by a wolf, she cannot resist fighting it for the flesh. But to do so, she must kill the predator and killing something so precious comes at a price …. Dragged to a magical kingdom for the murder of a faerie, Feyre discovers that her captor, his face obscured by a jewelled mask, is hiding far more than his piercing green eyes would suggest.
Feyre must fight to break an ancient curse, or she will lose him forever. I went to Supanova when it was on in Sydney and had a great time, read all about it here. If you are in the Brisbane area, or can afford to travel there, I highly recommend going you will have a great time! I loved the lines blurring and the boundaries being pushed; after all that is what many young adults do.
With Enzo is dead, his sister Giulietta claimed the throne and is now Queen of Kenettra. Adelina wants revenge on those in power in Kenettra and the Dagger Society, those that used her but Adelina knows that to accomplish this she needs more power, and they set out to find others like themselves to fight by their side. Adelina is heading down a dark path and I love it.
It is this reasoning that will have readers torn between wanting her to succeed or being stopped. I found myself wanting to grab Adelina and shake some sense into her! For me this trilogy reads as a villian origin story, I can imagine a new trilogy set maybe ten years in the future with a new protagnoist whose mission is to stop Queen Adelina, whose illusions have driven her insane. How good would that be?! If I had only one word to describe Ice Like Fire it would be action-packed I hyphenated it so it counts as only one word!
It is the sequel to Snow Like Ashes and you need to have read the first book! To see what all the fuss is about read my review on Snow Like Ashes. To read my interview with the talented Sara Raasch go here. There are also two free novellas that Raasch has written in the Snow Like Ashes series. Secondly is Flames Like Vines which although listed as a companion to Ice Like Fire does give away a lot of information about a new character. As such I recommend reading it after Ice Like Fire , you can read it here.
There was so much that I loved about this novel. Meria is still a strong fighter, trying hard to be a queen but not a soldier and to be true to herself. In the alternative narrative Mather is struggling to find normalcy with being the son of a Lord and a soldier. He becomes part of a group named the Thaw, children that grew up in a war and can not pretend that everything is ok now. While Angra has disappeared, the Winterians have not found peace.
But to destroy it or release it Meria needs to find the keys to open the chasm. That search leads Meria to Summer, Yakim and Ventrallia. It was interesting to see what the other Kingdoms both Season and Rhythm have in common and what makes them unique. There are times where Meria gets slightly annoying, being in her head can be a bit of a downer. Blog: eBook vs Book.
But no one gets what they want just by wishing. Throne of Glass After serving out a year of hard labor in the salt mines of Endovier for her crimes, year-old assassin Celaena Sardothien is dragged before the Crown Prince. Crown of Midnight Eighteen-year-old Celaena Sardothien is bold, daring and beautiful — the perfect seductress and the greatest assassin her world has ever known. Queen of Shadows Everyone Celaena Sardothien loves has been taken from her. But to do so, she must kill the predator and killing something so precious comes at a price … Dragged to a magical kingdom for the murder of a faerie, Feyre discovers that her captor, his face obscured by a jewelled mask, is hiding far more than his piercing green eyes would suggest.
Bentley, Jr. One version of the philistine unwilling to give the artist in form and line his due? The dynamism of the son entering from the right has been negated by placing him behind the group of children on the left. Perhaps the changes were enough to protect the publisher; they were certainly enough to emasculate the design. Does any reader know anything of the book which this presumably once illustrated? Embellished with Fifteen Superb Engravings. Cock, and Co. At the end of both volumes is a colophon attributing the stereotyping and printing to D.
Cock and Co. The edition is unrecorded as far as I have been able to check. Press, , I, xl. Embellished with. London , The date of on the first volume presents some difficulties, and the evidence suggests that there was an interval of several years between the printing and the publishing of this edition, or alternatively between the making of the stereotypes and the actual printing.
The engraved illustrations are all dated between 19 May and 21 November ; D. The title-page of the first volume thus seems anomalous, and possibly replaces a previous one, either actual or planned. Cooke, Paternoster Row. For helpful information on copying methods—and ethics—in the period, see G. Heath A. The next group of items consists of original drawings, some of which raise questions of attribution and identification. Bentley, Jr.. The next drawing illus.
It obviously depicts the creation of Eve, and has been attributed to Blake in a pencil note on the reverse of the drawing itself, in the same hand as the previously described note, and in exactly the same words. At least in this moment, he leaves the pocket T-shirt on, keeps the guitar in the closet and hands the mic to the long-suffering women who have chosen to support him.
For the first time, maybe ever, he flashes some legit star-power potency. What in the world happened here? I was only gone for an hour! Some elements were familiar a crew of guys in front of a brownstone, drinking and mugging for the camera , and some were menacing the number of red bandannas and guns on display , but it was the man at the center of the video who startled me most; he seemed almost precision-engineered to make people feel old.
In an era when most young rappers have a couple of face tattoos, 6ix9ine had the number 69 inked above his right eye in point type. He had the same number spelled out in cursive over his left eye. It was everywhere on his body. Within about a year, he would be in federal custody, a year-old facing life in prison for a number of charges, including racketeering and attempted murder. Normally this sort of arrest leads to an outcry about literal-minded police overreach.
Not this time. People generally seemed pleased to see the rapper in cuffs. This was partly because 6ix9ine was universally reviled by music critics and journalists, on account of a crime he committed before he became famous: In , he pleaded guilty to the use of a minor in a sexual performance, for having filmed and shared on social media a video of a girl performing oral sex on his friend. But it was also because he had spent the past year living the life of a Looney Tunes character: courting danger, narrowly escaping it, then taunting his foes.
This genuinely incredible run netted him more than stories on TMZ: gang members in San Antonio threatening his life; a shootout at the Barclays Center; shots fired at a video shoot in Brooklyn; more shots fired at a Beverly Hills video set. Through it all, he posted on Instagram, usually wearing red, often handling bricks of cash, sometimes clutching extremely illegal-looking guns, but never betraying an ounce of concern for his well-being.
Cultivating this sort of personal mythology is not at all new; it dates back to the earliest days of gangsta rap. Ever since Eazy-E bankrolled NWA with drug money, a certain proximity to criminality has been expected of certain rappers. Not long ago, rappers had just a few limited channels through which to prove that they did: lyrics, album art and, if they were famous enough, music videos. Like Old Testament gods, they willed whole universes into being through their words.
Now they have social media. This sort of online mythmaking is second nature to SoundCloud rappers, so called for the streaming service that birthed the scene. SoundCloud rap is not characterized by a particular sound so much as its anarchic energy — the face tattoos, the prescription drugs, the orthographically complex handles. The problem, for 6ix9ine, was that a big part of his adopted persona, both on Instagram and in his music, involved being a member of the Nine Trey Gangsta Bloods. According to a Rolling Stone profile that came out after his arrest in November, this was essentially an act: Danny Hernandez, in the years leading up to his fame, had been a trollish and goofy Bushwick deli employee; his industry blacklisting had pushed him into the hands of an apparently gang-affiliated manager, who also provided him with a new edge.
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Maybe the whole thing really was a put-on, but also, he really did it. The Rolling Stone article recounts how, at his arraignment, the presiding judge asked the prosecution how it knew Hernandez was at real-life crime scenes. A liminal space has always existed between rappers and their personas. The gap between 6ix9ine and Danny Hernandez was considerably wider, but he snapped it shut with his phone, merging fantasy with reality through a front-facing camera.
It was reported in February that 6ix9ine, who pleaded guilty, agreed to help prosecutors in their case against his co-defendants, hoping for leniency: a reduced sentence and possibly witness protection. But helping 6ix9ine disappear into some corner of America might prove difficult, and not just because of the tattoos. In , the Swedish singer-songwriter Robyn turned 14 and finished middle school; then she signed a record deal.
A feeling of healing from sadness and wanting to share that with the world and with myself — a sense of self-love, excitement, some kind of peace of mind. Like when your strength is coming back. Intimacy, definitely, but it could be with yourself. Any experience you have that will give you a new point in your scale of emotions will make any other experience richer because you have a new point of reference.
Not reserving that deep pleasure for a sexual sensation, but something you could experience day to day. Intimacy in every little thing. I feel like I have to work for it every day. You get it going and then you can use it and tend to it and start it back up again. Is your fire well tended? Not at all.
I maybe need to go back and listen to some of my songs myself to figure this out. Your songs are known for intermingling sadness and euphoria. I used to believe it would all make sense if you just powered through. Post-recession capitalism has glorified the hustle so much. But you can actually use a story that relates to something more real than buying yourself out of anxiety.
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Definitely: Pop at the moment is depressing. Hip-hop is really dark. The music kids are listening to is heavy! Is the industry set up for artists to be able to share their pain but protect themselves? People want you to be vulnerable. You turn 40 this June. I think it can be that, for sure. It was hard to tell how many people in the club liked flamenco, an art form not much associated with young people anymore. Some of the younger girls even twerked.
She sounds and feels cosmopolitan, cool in a sophisticated and almost foreign way. Her own aesthetic is polished, globally recognizable, informed by hip-hop and trap music. Maybe this is the price of success in a culture that looks askance at overt displays of ambition or self-actualization, especially by women. The local fascination tended to focus less on her art and more on her as a phenomenon, on the extraordinary speed of her rise to stardom. It would spark arguments too, about cultural appropriation and the Romany community, who have always been closely associated with flamenco.
A woman gets married to a man who later grows jealous and imprisons her. What sort of place were you at in your life when you wrote this song? Obviously I was working a lot. I had already toured Europe and the U. I wanted to make a banger to play live — I just picked up my microphone and started talking. The song came out in a funny way, but the undertone is serious. Whatever you do, whatever amount of energy you put into something, you have to do it for yourself and not to please others.
Not to build this facade or this persona or achievement. Do you think people base too much of their self-worth on their work? We live in a society that is based on work — goals, achievement, money. Of course! But I think you become a much more useful person if you learn how to love yourself. It would be hard to know. It looks really fun and glamorous.
And it is, sometimes, for a few hours. I wish I had your life. Do you think I woke up one morning and became who I am? People think of the dance floor as this freeing space. For me, at least, it is. It used to be different. When I was 16 and I started going out in Montreal, going to underground parties and raves and clubs, it was magical. I was going there for fun. Even if I was playing, it was special. That space is now a work space for me. Now if I want to feel something mind-blowing or magical, I have to look for it outside of club culture. The music never loses its magic, but the social thing happening at a party or something like that?
It sounds as though the song stemmed from your personal experience, but it feels universal. When I made it, I knew anyone could relate. Because this is the time we live in. Everything goes really fast now. People are expected to produce and achieve. So how do you make art under capitalism? I never did. Blake, a Grammy-winning avant-gardist with an ear for pop, who has been playing the piano since he was about 6, has a long list of heroes whom he has studiously copied in pursuit of his own sound.
Copying the virtuoso jazz-pianist Art Tatum, the protominimalist French composer Erik Satie and the midcentury gospel maestro the Rev. James Cleveland taught Blake novel ways of opening up complex chord structures and fitting them — to gorgeous, aching effect — around deceptively simple melodies. Copying singer-songwriters like Joni Mitchell and Stevie Wonder emboldened him to write and sing pop songs with increasing emotional candor. Blake stands at an imposing 6-foot-6 and carries himself with the deliberateness of a man at risk of scraping his head on doorways. At their feet, black cables snaked and cloverleafed among clusters of red-, blue-, silver- and cream-colored effects pedals, like tracks connecting villages in a model-train set.
When I recorded it, I broke the vocal up.
The extent to which Blake has digested the lessons of his musical heroes is illustrated not only by his decade-spanning run of singles, EPs and albums but also by the number of pop auteurs who have collaborated with him. As an influence and a collaborator, Blake has helped shape two of the more striking trends in contemporary pop: beats that mutate over the course of a song, resisting any traditionally identifiable center, and an emotional atmosphere in which the line between hedonism and melancholy, bliss and despair comes undone.
In , I visited Drake — a pop giant whose entire musical project has been about smudging the line between hedonism and melancholy — at a converted Toronto warehouse, where he was working on his second album with his musical right hand, the producer known as Five-odd years ago, Blake suffered from a depression so severe that he considered suicide. Blake was two and a half weeks into rehearsals for a tour that would take him around the country and then around the world. Blake furrowed his brow.
As its lyrics switch between optimistic vows of commitment and confessions of insecurity, this duality is echoed in the music, which consists of two alternating piano motifs — one shimmering, the other overcast. The track began as a long, meandering improvisation from which Blake eventually sampled two disparate chunks, putting them into jarring conversation. The first section has the tonic as the bass note, which gives it this firmly rooted presence, whereas the other section has the third in the bass, which makes it feel suspended — which is when the lyrics turn to self-doubt.
Blake was raised by his father, James Litherland, a singer-songwriter and guitarist with a prog-rock pedigree, and his mother, a graphic designer and cycling instructor, in Enfield, a North London suburb. He described his life from adolescence on as largely unhappy, warm and supportive parents notwithstanding. Romantic and personal betrayals. And just a feeling of persecution.
So that was my childhood, that reflex being stamped out of me. And it stayed with me well into my 20s. As important as his classes were the nighttime excursions he took to clubs like Plastic People and Mass. There, Blake discovered a community of producers and D.
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Whereas an amped-up version of dubstep soon grew into a global phenomenon, throbbing in GoPro commercials and glitzy Las Vegas clubs, it was more subtle in its dynamics at first. Its architects assumed gnomic pseudonyms like Coki, Skream and Loefah and tended to direct attention away from themselves and toward the dance floor. On small but influential labels, he began releasing his own dubstep-inspired songs marked by his sophisticated harmonic sense. The screen stopped being the game and started being the void.
I had physical tremors and panic attacks and had to go to my room and just lie there. He was having trouble writing new music, which inspired an existential dread in him. Thinking about nothingness.
I was just despondent. So I was at that point. And I was caught just in time. It was Jamil who caught him — she, more than anyone else in his life, Blake said, helped him to break free of his self-destructive tendencies, prodding him to speak up when he grew sullen and requiring complete emotional transparency. It would be important, Blake said, when playing these songs live, to carve out room for improvisatory runs.
The trio rode out the song with a jam session, adding layer after layer of noise on their way to a squalling crescendo. You will consider it a statement that mimics the nonstop rattle of social media and the slow drip of Trump-era anxiety. Perhaps Greta Van Fleet should have called themselves the There was no such thing as logging off back then, so his symbol of freedom and release was an old-fashioned one: bicycling. The is trying its hardest. For Mercury and his bandmates, there was no line between stupid and clever; in many of the best Queen songs, stupid is clever.
Part of the thrill of listening to Queen is hearing them get away with this sublime silliness, again and again. There may be no other way for a proper rock band to act. When one of them quits, Michael pleads with him. It can still conjure sense memories of decades past — windows down, crooning out into the forgiving dusk.
The image comes from the filmmaker Katherine Dieckmann. Van Etten recalled in a Vanity Fair interview that when she told Dieckmann she was pregnant and worried about how she was going to make motherhood work, Dieckmann pulled out her phone and pulled up the photo. Every minor variation of the refrain seems to offer a new perspective. In the video , Van Etten stands singing as old photos are projected onto her face and body and the wall behind her.
They just look like the past in general. The world shifts; you look at the past; you look at the future. And then what do you do? You figure it out. The whole operation sounds like four people piled into a wagon tumbling down a hill, just barely in control. Each element contributes equally.
Because the bass comes from an instrument powered by breath, the darting low end is less of a woofer-pumping presence and more of a song-within-a-song, a melody that you can hum on its own. The saxophone shouts back, offering growling rhythmic lines with just a pinch of melody.
And the dueling drummers build one intensely syncopated beat from parts of several — the foundational Caribbean rhythm of the Cuban tresillo , martial snare rolls, pinging metallic percussion reminiscent of the roaring Afrobeat of Fela Kuti. Listen without knowing another thing about it, and this is a viscerally overwhelming piece of music. Maybe that knowledge gives the burning intensity of the song — its feeling of joy streaked with struggle — a new dimension. Let even more into the frame — say, that Hutchings has performed with the Sun Ra Arkestra and is now signed to Impulse!
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