I completely agree that anyone who thinks that Achilles is a sweet boy who has never done anything wrong is reading the Iliad badly. But (1) I’d argue that “brat” isn’t a good word and (2) that’s why I love him*.
(1) Glory really is all he has: if he loses glory, he loses everything. He chose a short life, so he’s got to do things that will be remembered forever. And part of doing things is getting things – being seen by the rest of the army to be worthy of gifts.
I wrote a mediocre paper based on Donna Wilson's Ransom, Revenge, and Heroic Identity in the Iliad, which argues that Agamemnon’s offer of gifts isn’t actually all that reasonable: everything he offers is calculated to show that Agamemnon is superior – the offer of his daughter as a wife, for one thing, puts Agamemnon in the role of a father. So Achilles isn’t actually getting what he wants or needs – which is essentially Agamemnon as an utterly abject supplicant.
(2) I, personally, love heroes or antiheroes who are ultrahuman: Achilles has a kind of cold fury** that is either more or less than human, depending on how you read it; I love, as a reader, his willingness to let his countrymen die for his own glory. Once he’s decided on a position he can’t be moved from it. It’s an inhuman kind of cruelty. He can’t, or shouldn’t, be judged on human morality – he is, after all, a demigod, and Homer knows it.
Aeneas, on the other hand, commits the worst crime a fictional character can commit: he bores me.
The story that began in Joe Dante’s 1981 horror classic The Howling
will continue in The Howling: Revenge of the Werewolf Queen. The
miniseries is written by Micky Neilson, with art by Jason Johnson and
colors by Milan Parvanov.
The first of four issues will be
released on July 26. Four covers variants will be available, featuring
artwork by Kevin West, Yvel Guichet, Carlos Eduardo, Chris Summers,
Anton Kokarev, and Bill Sienkiewicz.
Revenge of the Werewolf Queen #1 picks up where the cult-classic 1981
film left off: Three weeks have passed since Chris Halloran revealed on
national TV that werewolves walk among us. No one believed him. Now
Marsha Quist has returned for revenge–and now there is no colony to
hold back her blood lust.
would you mind telling me about the crows, and the laws to do with them and the fair folk? Or could you point me in the right direction?
If you want to know actual folklore regarding them, I’m afraid I can’t help you; pretty much everything about the Crows re:Elsewhere I’ve made up myself. I draw primarily from Irish/Northern European folklore, which has plenty to say about ravens, but very little about crows. Which doesn’t mean I haven’t unwittingly brought established folklore into the crow mythos, but it does mean I can’t give you much help.
However, if you just want to know about Elsewhere crows, I’ve got you! They’re an entirely neutral force on campus, not allied with any court or major or even humanity or the Gentry as a general whole. Like all crows everywhere, they remember kindnesses and cruelties, hold grudges and pass them on to other crows, recognise individual human faces, take revenge, and leave gifts for those they like (crows are really, really cool birds and I love them). The Elsewhere crows are just much, much better at it. They also, unusually among crows, have a fondness for being read poetry and books of advanced physics. They can cross between worlds with ease, and once in a while if you are dear to the crows (what makes someone beloved of the crows, instead of simply an ally, is unknown) they will cross worlds to bring you home, should you get lost or stolen.
For @suuny96…reader is a force-user as requested. Enjoy!
Y/N dropped her hands once she finished readjusting her singular braid. She had worn the braid for as long as she could remember. Unfortunately, the reason for keeping it wasn’t merely aesthetic. No. This braid had a much deeper meaning.
19 years ago, almost to the day, Order 66 had been initiated and the Jedi were slain. She remembered seeing her classmates killed in front of her while she hid herself. She remembered the horrible traitor who had done the deed. They trusted him.
They trusted him.
Y/N remained in the temple for days, terrified that he was going to come back. Somehow, she left the temple. Somehow, she was able to find a way off Coruscant. 19 years later and the best she could do was try to live. Odd jobs and what not. The braid was a reminder, a symbol, of the tragedy that happened that day. Something of which no one spoke. Something she’d never forget.