In Other News

I recently downloaded the new Nightwish album, Endless Forms Most Beautiful. I don’t review music, so I won’t attempt to. It takes a true musician to review music properly.

But wow, EFMB is pretty fantastic. The new singer, Floor Jansen, has a wonderful voice, very operatic, and it takes their music back to its roots (back when Tarja was the lead singer). That doesn’t mean I didn’t like Anette Olzen. When she was their singer, their music was less “fantastical” and seemed to focus more on simplistic styles and lyrics, rather than poetry, folklore and fairy tales, but still they played some great songs. Amaranth continues to this day to be one of my favourite Nightwish songs.

I like both styles. I love all music, if I’m honest. Well… most music. I’ve never been a big fan of R&B or pop.

First song on the album, Shudder Before the Beautiful, has a full choir to provide a majestic contrast to Floor’s softer vocals. That doesn’t mean she can’t seriously belt out those powerful vocals with her awesome set of pipes.

I think my favourite song on EFMB is My Walden. It has a very sweet melody, almost like a lullaby. The lyrics always blow me away. I think it’s mostly the heavy Celtic influence, and the Welsh introduction.

Seriously, check it out if you enjoy well-written music or if you love fantasy. The lyrics read like a Yeats poem.

My Walden is swiftly followed by Élan. I think (if I remember correctly), they released a demo of this one before the album, so I heard this a few months ago. It’s beautiful. It was a taste of the epic grandeur of the new album.

Okay, that’s enough gushing about Nightwish. I saw them once in concert when Anette was the singer. It was a-may-zing! Tuomas smiled at me and I haven’t stopped fangirling since.

 

In other news…

Happy birthday to my best friend in all the world, Tatty! It’s only 9 days until Tatty and Katie Take London 2015: Slytherins on Tour!

It’s also only 21 days until my birthday, too! Eep! I get childishly excited about birthdays. I don’t know if it’s maybe just the promise of cake?

Aaaaaand 48 days until the official paperback release of The Old Ways!!! AAAAAAHHHHH! Who’s excited? I’m excited! Are you excited? You look excited! I’m excited AAH 😀

And it’s out of my system. For now.

Also, I have a little surprise for you darling pixies. You extra special ones who follow my blog and like my posts. Next week, instead of a blog post on Wednesday, there’ll be a super-exciting-special post on Tuesday 18th, where I will…

Are you ready?

antici

Are you ready?

pation

Couldn’t resist, sorry ^-^

 

RELEASE THE COVER FOR THE OLD WAYS!!!!

That’s right, you darling pixies get to see the front cover first! Unless you follow me on Facebook, and even then it depends which page you look at first.

(PS follow me on Facebook!)

BUT YAY OMIGOSH THE COVER! 😀

Super exciting, right? I’ve seen the original designs, it’s pretty gorgeous. Also, I’m still working on Age of Magic in the meantime, in between playing Dragon Age: Inquisition for the billionth time (PS, please Bioware, release the new DLC for PS3!!! 😦 ) and marathoning Firefly on Netflix.

Blessed be, my darling pixies!

RK )O(

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Dogs have Owners, Cats have Authors.

Little Luna has taken to her new home almost instantly. She also took to my lap almost instantly. Had to suppress a sneeze for nearly an hour. Which isn’t easy when one has a cold.

"I shall nap here, New Human."

“I shall nap here, New Human.”

‘So what’s new in the world of RK?’ I hear you ask. Or type. Or… whatever, my brain and nasal passages are full of icky stuff.

  • I’m sick, AGAIN. After almost dying from Glandular Fever last year, the hospital discovered that I suffered from something called a Neutropenic Sepsis. Basically, my white blood cells are very, VERY low, and if I were to so much as say “bless you” to someone who sneezed, I would catch something. I was quarantined for two weeks while the doctors and nurses scratched their heads and tried to figure out what I was dying of. (I survived. Obviously). But, now I get sick very easily. It’s not good.
  • I’m up to season three in my Charmed re-watch. I loved this show when I was younger. I was obsessed with it. But I haven’t watched it in years, so I’m going through all of the episodes again on Netflix. Oh, Netflix… where would I be without you?
  • I’m playing Dragon’s Dogma again, and determined to stick it out this time, instead of giving up when I deliver the Hydra head to Gran Soren. I always seemed to sort of just stop playing at that point, and replay Dragon Age for the sixth time or something.
  • SPEAKING OF DRAGON AGE, OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, WE HAVE A RELEASE DATE AND I’VE PREORDERED INQUISITION! OMG OMG OMG OMG #FANGIRLING
  • Oh, and I finished my first poem in over a year. Yay for me! ^-^ It’s more angsty than I had originally intended it to be, but it’s got a rhyming lilt to it that I’m quite impressed with. Not exactly iambic pentameter, but close enough that I don’t feel the shame when I read it back. It’s called The Queen of Broken Things. I’ll post it below, in case you’re interested.
  • I’ve had to cut my nails. I hate cutting my nails. But I couldn’t type, so they had to be trimmed. I hate being declawed, I feel too vulnerable. So what if I’ve accidentally slashed my own arm in my sleep because my nails were too sharp? Oddly enough, it was deeper than a scratch from Luna, and has actually left a scar. In other words, do NOT mess with this Kitty.

Why yes, I am hyped up on catnip, why do you ask? *twitch*

 

Blessed b– what was that? You hear a noise? Something made a noise. I heard a noise. SHH there it is again. What– noises– wassat?

RK )O(

Queen of Broken Things

She is not afraid of broken things,
Of broken angels with broken wings,
She does not shy from broken toys,
From broken girls and broken boys.

She is a wilful creature of the wild,
Full of passion, full of pride.
With mindful gaze and wolfish smile,
Among the trees to sit awhile.

To crooked paths she winds the ways,
Through moonless nights and sunless days
Between twisting trees with starlit eyes
She walks alone beneath darkened skies.

She is not afraid of broken things,
Of broken heroes and broken kings.
She does not fear what darkness brings,
Those fallen angels with broken wings.