western survey

FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART TWENTY ONE

Hey everyone! Couple of things I wanted to share…

1) I’ve been dealing with a family emergency since Thursday, it’s been a rough few days but I’m hoping things start to look up. Well wishes and positive vibes are all I can ask for. 

2) Because of that family emergency, I haven’t been able to focus on writing as much. Whatever happens in the next couple of days, might delay the next chapter. I was tempted to break this into two chapters but I figured that would be too cruel.

3) This is long as hell. It’s 6000+ words. It’s going to be a bitch to read on tumblr but hopefully you enjoy.

Originally posted by gifsofgot

Nessian Part Twenty One by L.J. LaFleur

Cassian:

The ground beneath me quaked on impact; my knees groaned upon landing. Behind me, the field of wheat began to fill with Illyrian soldiers, the wind disrupted by the flaps of their wings. Our dark armor contrasted with the golden grass. Rising to my feet, I sniffed the autumn air for her familiar scent.

Farmers fled, dropping their plows and buckets. They ran towards the castle, banging on the metal gate. I watched as the guards pulled them inside, as the look of horror brushed across each of their faces. To see the Night Court army in person, to see a field of winged warriors—I’m sure a few of them soiled their trousers.

Inhaling deeply—vanilla and spice, my head whipped in her direction. Eyes narrowed; another breath in. Surveying the western wing…there. A deep growl built inside my chest. They had locked her in the dungeon, leaving her in Ferron’s keep. Grisly thoughts pried at my brain. I couldn’t think of what they had done to her, of the pain she possibly experienced. It only fed the flame of my eternal wrath.

I would not fail her again, a promise I had made every time the sun danced on the horizon. Find her, bring her home and by the bloody mother above—kiss her before anything else goes wrong.

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FANFIC * NESSIAN * SNEAK PEEK * PART TWENTY ONE

Originally posted by anneboleyns

Nessian Part Twenty One by L.J. LaFleur

Cassian:

The ground beneath me quaked on impact; my knees groaned upon landing. Behind me, the field of wheat began to fill with Illyrian soldiers, the wind disrupted by the flaps of their wings. Our dark armor contrasted with the golden grass. Rising to my feet, I sniffed the autumn air for her familiar scent.

Farmers fled, dropping their plows and buckets. They ran towards the castle, banging on the metal gate. I watched as the guards pulled them inside, as the look of horror brushed across each of their faces. To see the Night Court army in person, to see a field of winged warriors—I’m sure a few of them soiled their trousers.

Inhaling deeply—vanilla and spice, my head whipped in her direction. Eyes narrowed; another breath in. Surveying the western wing…there. A deep growl built inside my chest. They had locked her in the dungeon, leaving her in Ferron’s keep. Grisly thoughts pried at my brain. I couldn’t think of what they had done to her, of the pain she possibly experienced. It only fed the flame of my eternal wrath.

I would not fail her again, a promise I had made every time the sun danced on the horizon. Find her, bring her home and by the bloody mother above—kiss her before anything else goes wrong.

As I examined the western entrance, I could feel my muscles tighten. There was one way in if you were walking, but flying…the options were endless.

Autumn guards filed out of the towers while archers lined the walls. I wouldn’t doubt their arrows were dipped in faebane. Scanning the wall, I could see it. A crack, a weakness—most likely caused by my landing. Good.

Down the lines, I began to bark orders—it was time.


To be continued…


Originally posted by bethiii

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Reason After Its Eclipse: On Late Critical Theory, by Martin Jay

“Martin Jay tackles a question as old as Plato and still pressing today: what is reason, and what roles does and should it have in human endeavor? Applying the tools of intellectual history, he examines the overlapping, but not fully compatible, meanings that have accrued to the term “reason” over two millennia, homing in on moments of crisis, critique, and defense of reason.

After surveying Western ideas of reason from the ancient Greeks through Kant, Hegel, and Marx, Jay engages at length with the ways leading theorists of the Frankfurt School—Horkheimer, Marcuse, Adorno, and most extensively Habermas—sought to salvage a viable concept of reason after its apparent eclipse. They despaired, in particular, over the decay in the modern world of reason into mere instrumental rationality. When reason becomes a technical tool of calculation separated from the values and norms central to daily life, then choices become grounded not in careful thought but in emotion and will—a mode of thinking embraced by fascist movements in the twentieth century.

Is there a more robust idea of reason that can be defended as at once a philosophical concept, a ground of critique, and a norm for human emancipation? Jay explores at length the communicative rationality advocated by Habermas and considers the range of arguments, both pro and con, that have greeted his work.“

The U.S. Geological Survey in camp at Red Buttes.
Figures are 1. F.V. Hayden, U.S. Geologist in Charge, 2. James Stevenson, 3. H.W. Elliot, 4. S.R. Gifford, guest, 5. J.H. Beaman, 6. C.S. Turnbull, 7 and 8. cooks, 9. Cyrus Thomas, 10. H.D. Schmidt, 11. C.P. Carrington, 12. L.A. Bartlett, 13. Raphael, hunter, 14. A.L. Ford, 15. W.H. Jackson. Natrona County, Wyoming., 8/24/1870

Jackson, William Henry, 1843-1942, Photographer.  Series: Hayden Survey, William H. Jackson, Photographs, 1869 - 1878Record Group 57: Records of the U.S. Geological Survey, 1839 - 2008

Find more of William Jackson’s photos from the Hayden Survey in the National Archives Catalog