Wouldn’t be funny if he was a red herring all along?
Actually, Sunny had not learned anything about him at all. The bleak man was like a corpse that someone was wearing as a suit. He was quiet, dull, and devoid of much emotion. He never did much of anything, but was nevertheless treated with strange courtesy… deference, even… by Seishan, Beastmaster, and Dire Fang.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
I’m excited to see how bast’s (Bastet) powers might be derived from Egyptian mythology. Will it have something to do with protection of women or ointments/healing? I’m expecting some cat/lioness transformation. A very interesting choice to draw from.
Sunny had never seen a cat, but he had met a few rats in the outskirts. As far as vermin went, rats were pretty scary… so a creature that made a hobby out of hunting and torturing them must have been really terrifying.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Rothfuss like most authors draws inspiration from the vast body of literature and mythology that came before them. Bast (Bastet) is an Egyptian cat headed goddess; the name has been recycled through fiction a few times attributed to both genders. Magic systems attributing power or control of naming in not unique to KKC either. Though maybe the author is also a fan of Rothfuss’ stories like us. 🤷♂️
…Except for the unassuming bleak man, who had been introduced as Ascended Bast. Even his name was dull and unmemorable.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
"Why, we'll take Master Sunless. He's my dear sister's former companion, after all. I feel like we're good friends already!"
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
[Fated]: best I can do is 3 weeks with a few more detours.
"Sunny, Ascended Jet… we will have to trouble you with helping us navigate the wilderness, as well as provide help to our scouts. I hope you don't mind. If everything goes well, we'll be behind walls in three days."
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Slowly, the ruined walls of the siege capital drew closer. Bloodwave's Echo was almost destroyed, causing the Saint to dismiss it — Master Jet took its place with a resigned expression, her wounds starting to bleed again. The somber glaive was nowhere to be seen, but a slender naginata appeared in Soul Reaper's hands instead. Using it, she cleared the right flank of the formation with several vicious strikes.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
'Over my dead body. Well... obviously, that's kind of a given...'
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
I had to delete my comment because my guess turned out to be correct. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone.
As he was drawn closer and closer to the beautiful blossom of white silk, he could feel himself growing… insubstantial. With each moment, his thoughts became less his own. His eyes stared at the silken veil, moving on their own. As if something else was looking through them.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
It was bleeding heavily, maimed and wounded, its speed gradually decreasing. Sunny knew not to let his guard down — these last moments were often the most deadly, both because human fighters tended to get overconfident when the victory neared, and because their enemies would often abandon all caution in one last desperate attempt to destroy the opposition and survive.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Tipping the robot serving staff… boy, gotta love where tipping culture is headed.
"I do promise to visit your restaurant, though! I'll even leave a big tip..."
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree