oopsnocturnal  asked:

hi! i'd love to hear what you think would have happened if wyldon hadn't let keladry stay after her first year!! love your writing :^)

“Mindelan, it may be that the best thing said of my tenure is that you were my student. Should that be the case, I am the wrong man for this post. I did all I could to get rid of you. Your probation was wrong. You know that, I know it. I was harder on you than any lad. Thank Mithros I remembered my honor and let you stay when you met the conditions—but it was a near thing. Next time, I might not heed the voice of honor.”

– Wyldon of Cavall (Squire)

Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer– thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. 

She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents’ townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.

Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds.

When the pages trailed out of the building to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.

“Probationer,” Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. “Was I unclear in the spring?”

Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, “I’m not a probationer anymore.”

“She’s a private citizen, just enjoying the fresh air,” Neal called from the other side of the practice yard fence. He got armor cleaning punishment for a week for his cheek and Kel lifted and lowered and struck with her staff to the call of the masters. Her staff hit thin air. The clack of the pages’ staves colliding hit her ears.

“That’s palace property,” Wyldon said ten minutes in, and plucked the staff out of her grip, so Kel followed the lesson with empty hands and brought her mother’s spare walking stick the next day.

They started calling her trespasser, after that, and Kel stood calm on the public grounds just on the other side of the practice yard fence, practicing her high blocks.

While the pages had riding practice, she sat in the dirt outside the riding yard and did the homework Neal smuggled out for her. He handed the finished assignments in for her, too, even though only Myles and the one Mithran priest who had never learned anyone’s names graded them. She took notes on what riding exercises the masters were assigning the pages and watched Neal where he sat on Peachblossom’s back like a sack of mulish peanuts.

“When I heard you weren’t t’ be coming back,” Stefan the hostler told her. “I wasn’t sure what would happen to the old lad.”

“Me, either,” said Kel, looking down at her math and trying to keep her face smooth and still.

When the pages went in for their seated classes, Stefan let her take out Peachblossom to try to exercises herself. Days the gelding was too tired, he found other mounts for her and Kel learned all their names– gentle Aubrey and fastidious Starfall and distractible, clever Redding and poor anxious Terence, who almost threw her more than once. “He comes by the fidgets honest,” Stefan told her and Kel brought extra apples for Terence when she could.

She still took on Lalasa when Gower found her feeding the sparrows in the courtyard beside her old rooms and asked her. Her parents’ townhouse had the funds to hire another maid, though Kel didn’t need or want a personal servant.

Lalasa pinched Kel’s torn clothes from her room all the same and returned them better hemmed and beautifully mended. Kel barely saw her, though she tried to leave a coin from her allowance on the piles of clothes she thought the young woman was most likely to steal away next.

She didn’t ask for the help and she told herself she didn’t want it, but she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds every day with her weighted harness weighing on her shoulders.

She stood just outside the low fence of the practice yards and ignored Joren’s comments and Zahir’s sneers and the rebukes of the swordfighting teachers– distraction, they said. Lump, waste, failure.

The sun beat down on her aching shoulders and she thought I could stand here forever, thought you are just noise and wind, I am a mountain. I will be here long after you cease howling.

Neal landed blows on Joren’s fingers, apologizing blandly to the masters for his clumsinesses, because Kel had ordered him to get in no fights for her honor. The sun beat down on the careful stitches of Kel’s cotton shirt, which fit as perfectly as Lalasa could manage from a shy distance.

She told herself she didn’t want the help, didn’t need it. Her harness weighed down her shoulders, her makeshift staff weighed down her arms, but the cotton laid light and kind on her back.

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I know Hal-Con in Halifax, Canada, has been over for a couple of days now, but I just wanted to post about it while it’s still fresh in my mind. It’s a gaming/book/costume con, and this year it also hosted the Aurora Awards (yours truly got to announce the YA Award, Icarus Down by James Bow!).

I had an absolutely splendid time, and so did my assistant Julie. My fellow authors, including the legendary Tanya Huff, Ami McKay, Nicola White, and Alexander Freed, were fascinating and lively, the fans were welcoming and cheerful (so many turned out that we had to add a fourth signing!), and the staff folks were absolutely amazing. There were tons of fascinating vendors carrying sinful foods, jewelry, costumes, gaming things–I only got to see a bit of *that* action.

And here’s the shocker–one of the guests was actor Mitch Pileggi, who has played, among many other roles, that of Assistant Director Skinner from The X-Files. My fans–and now Mr. Pileggi–know him better as Lord Wyldon of Cavall, Kel’s training master. He was in the green room when Julie and I retired there, and Julie–ignoring my squeaks of protest–introduced me. When he asked me what kind of books I write, well, I, um, had a Moment. I told him about his alter-ego, something I NEVER do! He cracked up and hugged me!

It was a great con, a great group, and a great town. I want to go back and explore!

Headcanon: After the events in Lady Knight, Kel continues to work alongside the Own for many of her assignments. Raoul brings her in often and consults her for opinions and strategies. When Raoul announces his retirement, Kel is the only one who doesn’t realize that she has clearly been groomed for the job of Knight Commander (the few daydreams of following in Raoul’s footsteps having been quickly squashed down knowing how much the conservatives would disapprove). Thus she is shocked when she is appointed commander. She accepts gracefully, however, and one of her first orders of business is allowing women to join the Own.

There is surprisingly little muttering that goes on in conservative circles, not unrelated to the fact that Lord Wyldon is heard actively endorsing the choice.

I adore the relationships between training masters and their pages who go on to become squires, knights - heroes even ugh. I’ve just finished rereading the Protector of the Small Quartet and the growing mutual respect between Kel and Wyldon makes me all weepy. ;_;

“Mindelan.” Once that voice had driven through solid terror to make her pay heed. She turned toward it now, and saw a broad hand held out to her. She took it. “Very well done. Very well indeed. You listened to my advice about your shieldbut then, I expected no less. I only wish

Kel grinned foolishly, her ears still ringing. They made a nice counterpoint to Lord Wyldon’s voice, she thought.

“I know, my lord,” she managed to say. “You wish I were a boy. But being a girl is more fun. More fun-er? Is that right?”

“Go lie down, Mindelan,” Wyldon advised. “You’re tilt-silly.”

“Yessir,” she said, automatically obeying the command. Somehow she climbed out of the tilting saddle and slithered to the ground. The two monitors caught her.

“Mithros watch over you, Keladry,” Wyldon said.

— Squire, chapter 15

“You see?” Wyldon asked, sardonic. “You aren’t sure that I didn’t help to create Vinson and Joren either. I told lads to be aggressive, to concentrate on the goal. Mindelan, it may be that the best thing said of my tenure is that you were my student. Should that be the case, I am the wrong man for the post. I did all I could to get rid of you. Your probation was wrong. You know that, I know it. I was harder on you than any lad. Thank Mithros I remembered my honor and let you stay when you met the conditionsbut it was a near thing. Next time I might not heed the voice of honor.”

Kel watched him pack for a while, unable to think of a reply. He had confirmed what she had wondered about for years. Still, she didn’t think he should go. “Sir, I learned so much from you,” she said at last. “You’re the kind of knight I want to be.”

He regarded her with the strangest expression in his eyes. “I am not,” he said. But that you believe it is the greatest compliment I will ever receive.“

— Squire, chapter 14

Once she knew her friends were out of earshot, she straightened and met Lord Wyldon’s eyes. "You have every right to yell at me, my lord,” she said. “Go ahead. I deserve worse.”

Wyldon took a step closer to her, cupped her head in both hands, and kissed her gently on the forehead. “You are a true knight, Keladry of Mindelan,” he told her. “I am honored to know you.”

— Lady Knight, chapter 18

Why Roald is Going to be a Better King Than Jonathan

1. Roald is way more politically savvy than Jonathan.  Granted, he has the benefit of Jonathan and Thayet passing along their wisdom, and the lessons they learned while they were growing up and learning how to rule a country.  But comparing Roald’s behavior as a page and squire to Jonathan’s behavior during the same period in his life, Roald demonstrates a profound understanding of his position as crown prince and that his actions will be attributed to the position rather than him as a person.  This is why he never joined in Kel’s patrols to stop the practice of bullying and hazing under Wyldon’s tenure as training master.  It’s why he took care to divide his time among all of the pages, not spending all of his time with just one group of people.  

Compare that with Jonathan, who very much used his position as crown prince to direct his fellow pages’ behavior.  He and his close friends administered a beating to Ralon after he had broken “Alan’s” arm.  Roald never would have done such a thing.  Neither would Roald have disobeyed the direct orders of his commanding officer to conduct a risky rescue mission behind enemy lines as Jonathan did, banking on his identity as crown prince to keep him and his rescue party from punishment - which would have been death for any other person who had attempted it.  By contrast, Roald did his duty as a healer, far behind the front lines, during the Scanran War.

2. Roald is more progressive than Jonathan.  Is Jonathan a progressive king?  Yes, of course he is.  But he’s not perfect, and in some ways he has some serious blind spots.  Really what brought this entire post on was seeing parts of the Tortall fandom hating a little on Kel for acknowledging that she could never like Jonathan.  She is right not to like him.  He treated her differently for political reasons.  He allowed others to treat her differently for political and bigoted reasons.  Were his hands tied by political considerations?  Yeah, probably.  That doesn’t make Kel’s year as a probationary page right, and we have no reason to believe he would have intervened if Wyldon had been less honorable, and denied Kel her right to stay and train after that first year.  Lucky Jonathan.  He got to placate the conservatives and received one of the realm’s finest knights in return.  That was a win-win situation for him, that trampled all over Kel and made her experience more difficult than it should have been.

Roald was good friends with Kel during their time as pages.  He saw what she went through and how she dealt with it.  He saw what she went through specifically because she was training openly as a girl.  Jonathan heard second-hand what Alanna’s experience was like, but during his time as a page he never saw “Alan” as anything but a smaller-than-average boy.  And even Alanna’s experience was different than Kel’s, training as a boy and only revealing her true self after winning her shield.  Jonathan also hurt Alanna by not allowing her any contact with Kel during her page and squire years.  Pissing off the Lioness to the extent that she avoids Corus for years shows the depth of her anger there - but again, placating conservatives was more important than a lifetime of faithful service and friendship.

Jonathan also talked Roald’s sister Kalasin out of being the first openly-female page, which so enraged Thayet that there was significant tension between them for an entire year.  Now, there would have been political issues with Kalasin training for knighthood, but Jonathan’s particular grievance was that it would ruin her marriageability and she needed to marry in order to strengthen Tortall’s alliances.  This is a different kind of duty than knighthood, and one that Kalasin took on - but again, it was due to Jonathan placating conservatives for political reasons.

3. Roald is in a better position to be both a good person and a good ruler.  When Kel was trying to process her feelings about Jonathan, she recalled something her father said during their time in the Yamani Isles.  The Yamani Emperor ordered a mass execution of not only a group of criminals, but their families as well.  "Rulers are seldom nice people, Kel.  Even good ones make choices that will hurt somebody.“  Jonathan, Thayet and all of the others of their generation (Alanna, Raoul, Buri, Gary, etc.) have done difficult, slow work getting Tortall into a position to make great progress.  This is why Jonathan has done some of the things he has, although arguments can still be made as to whether those decisions were the best ones he could have made.  Roald and Shinko are now able to take that work and build on it, when Roald eventually takes the throne.  He has done his own work, demonstrating his political awareness and public temperament that will enable him to work with nobles and commoners alike.  


Kel is not wrong to feel the way she does about Jonathan.  She doesn’t have the benefit of having read Alanna and Daine’s stories, like we have.  But Jonathan has wronged her - that’s beyond dispute.  And he is lucky to have her, because she’ll do her duty by him in spite of it all.

And the other option for a world in which Kel “fails” her probationary year, of course, is that the very moment Wyldon expels Keladry, Alanna gallops into the scene, grabs Kel by the collar of her page uniform, tosses her on the back of her horse, and thunders off into the sunset, shouting, “If you won’t teach her then I goddamn will.”

And Kel and Alanna travel the world, saving people in distress and adopting stray dogs and slaying legendary monsters and sending useful intel home to George.

They sail to the Yamani Islands to meet up with Kel’s family, and to Pirate’s Swoop to see Alanna’s kids, and they refuse to set foot in the Tortallan capital again until both Jon and Wyldon write formal letters of apology (they don’t, but Thayet sends Alanna earrings and toys for the kids). They see a lot of the backwoods of Tortall, though, and hang out with Raoul and Buri, because there is always evil that needs killing and people who need defending.

They show up on the front during the war with Scanra. When Kel goes after the refugees, into Scanran territory, it is not the first time she has been there. She is defying no orders, and she has the Lioness at her back. She has always had the Lioness at her back. She has walked the realm– and its neighbors, in the years that Alanna had been angrier or twitchier. She has made her own nightmares and she has lived through them.

She has a shield. She painted it herself, gave it to herself years into this life, high in a rock quarry in Maren while Alanna snored beside her– paired blue and cream rings– a distaff border, the mark of a lady knight.

You could be my serenity

Fandom: BTS
Pairing:  Jungkook x Jimin
Genre: smut, fluff and angst
Au: Medieval AU (Knights, Magic… stuff like that)
Length: 5k

Originally posted by kimthwriter


Shang apprentice Jungkook has been sent to the royal court after an agreement with the crown. The problem is that Jungkook has a lot of secrets he can’t let out, and while he has hidden them for many many years. A young squire by the name of Jimin might unlock them… And Jungkook’s long away locked away heart.

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Just in case you were forgetting what a badass Kel is we get this absolute GEM in Squire:

“The standard-bearer gripped her arm. ‘Watch your step, squire,’ he informed her. 'Just because Wyldon didn’t have the brass to get rid of you doesn’t mean we wont.’

Kel flexed her bicep. He stared at her as muscle swelled under his fingers, forcing them open. With a quick jerk Kel freed herself. 'Excuse me,’ she repeated, and walked off with her charges, keeping Peachblossom away from the standard-bearer.”

Wyldon: Holy sh— Are you pregnant? Alanna, come on, career-wise, that’s like joining Scientology or getting a fucking neck tattoo.

Alanna: Thanks for the support.

Wyldon: So I guess you’re gonna be needing maternity leave. I’d be the obvious choice for your replacement.

Alanna: That is literally your first thought?

Wyldon: No. My first thought was, “there goes your figure,” but I didn’t say that because I thought it would be upsetting.

Alanna: Thanks. You know, if it’s a boy, maybe I’ll name him after you. Call him Fuck Weasel.

shirena  asked:

What if Kel was executed for treason in Lady Knight? What if it caused a rebellion? Because you can't tell me that what the world will hear in canon isn't that Wyldon ordered her to follow the refugees. Anything else would create resentment. For all Wyldon's pretty talk, surely he noticed that. And if they tried to hush it up? I don't see Raoul and Alanna letting that happen. And if you knew your king executed nobles for rescuing commoners from a fate worse than death, wouldn't you rebel?

No, no, no, no I can’t do it. Kel is my lady, my light, my love–and I can’t imagine a world where the people on that war front would ever have allowed her death. So let’s tell this story–she was found guilty of treason. She was sentenced to death, kneeling on that Tortallan river mud, enemy territory a stone’s throw behind her, hundreds of abandoned souls saved by her stubborn hands. 

Dutiful misery was stark in the grip Wyldon used to pull her to her feet and tie her hands behind her. (He would not leave that job to a lesser man.) Rage poured off Raoul, simmering, trapped. The King’s Own protested–when they shut themselves up it was not at their commander’s order but at Kel’s quelling shake of her head.

Wyldon could protect Owen, who was his squire and his responsibility. The King’s Own had technically, roughly, been following orders. The rescued civilians were ushered toward safety with faintly awed hands. Kel, Merric, and Neal were ushered forward, too, by awed hands, but it was with their own hands bound behind them and it was not toward safety.

But the awe was there– these knights had done the impossible. They had gone into enemy territory, after monsters made of death and metal, and saved their people. They had done the impossible– they had put protecting homeless peasants above obeying their lord. Wyldon tied each of their hands behind their backs and they did not apologize. Neal raised his chin like he was challenging Wyldon to demand it of him.

But the Giantkiller fortress was flooded with children and civilians who had been written off as collateral damage. After days of hard travel, the children were no longer unnaturally clean and coiffed; they would always be scared. They would always be brave. They would not allow Kel to be the price paid for their lives.

A pretty young woman who had once stabbed a Scanran slaver to death found out where they were keeping Kel and her knights. Children threw tantrums to distract while the ex-convicts picked the locks on their doors. Tobe got the horses and kept them quiet. When they got to the main gates again, Neal ready to put them all to sleep, the guards turned around the same way they had days before and let them through.

Up in the commander’s quarters, Wyldon slept restlessly. He had told Keladry of Mindelan once that he believed the best thing that could be said of his tenure as training master was that she had been in his care. He still believed that to be true, but he had his orders. When they woke him, he would be stranded somewhere between rage and relief.

Only a handful of Haven civilians came out into the woods with Kel that night. Neal tsked about Giantkiller’s healers and worked on them all while Merric went though their stolen saddlepacks and took inventory. Fanche pulled bread, cheese, and knives out of her bulging skirts and passed them around.

Kel sat, staring at the space they would have put a fire if they had thought it was safe to light one. Neal bullied some bread into her and Merric asked, “What do we do now, Kel?”

She considered saying, “Why are you asking me?” but Kel had always been very bad at lying to herself. She looked up at the trees. Fir. Spruce. “There’s a war on,” Kel said. “No matter what they say back there, we still have a sworn duty. Or at least I do.” Her school friends were looking up at her like she held their allegiances in her callused palm. The Haven people were careful shadows, tired, certain. Tobe looked at her like he was never letting her out of his sight again. “I’m going to keep fighting.”

They took down their first Scanran raiding party the next day, finding them almost on accident. The first Haven dogs and cats skipped and sauntered into their makeshift camp the next night, curling up by the fire and dropping rabbits for the humans to clean for them.

Haven civilians and convicts began wandering in, grinning tightly, bringing stories of Giantkiller all up in arms. After the first week, once she’d figured out they might be there for good, Kel had started looking for clerks.

When Dom and most of his squad of the King’s Own walked into their camp without a single piece of official Crown livery on, Kel seized Dom by one rough, plain sleeve and dragged him to the side.

“You can’t be here,” she hissed. “Neal and Merric are as damned as I am. The refugees have nowhere safer to go, and I’m not going to keep them from a fight if they want it. But you– Raoul needs you, Dom.”

“Raoul needs us to win this war,” said Dom. “And neither of us could think of any better hands for my squad to be in than yours. If we’re going to win this, we can’t keep our best commanders in the dark.” He grinned. “Even if they’re grumpy giantesses of fugitives.”

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Protector of the Small Hunger Games AU

Kel volunteers for a trembling twelve year old who looks far younger. The look on the girl’s face when she sees Kel keeps her going through everything to come

Her family all comes to say goodbye, asking her why she did it. The odds were always in their favor, it didn’t have to be any of them, and she thinks maybe that’s the point. Her mother hugs her and Kel thinks she understands

Wyldon is their only mentor and has produced an impressive amount of Victor’s, but they’ve all been male. He immediately dismisses Kel as hopeless, deciding to focus his attention on the male tribute, Joren.  She protests, but he tells her that he’s just doing what has the best chance of producing a winner.  Joren sneers and tells her he’s looking forward to killing her in the arena

While Joren becomes the leader of the careers, Kel befriends young Tobe and timid, beaten down Lalasa.  Neal scoffs at the collection of strays she’s gathered, but sits with them at lunch, worrying Kel by constantly saying things about the Capitol she would hardly dare think.

In the interviews handsome Joren secures sponsors while Kel’s calm, smooth face is taken for blank and dull. She gets a good training score, but Joren gets higher and Wyldon’s looks say I told you so

When the games start Kel focuses on getting people, not items, making sure Tobe, Lalasa, and another younger competitor, Loesia, get away from the Cornucopia alive. Thankfully, Neal, Merric, and Owen join them, each bringing supplies and weapons

Alanna, one of Neal’s mentors, sees that Wyldon isn’t doing anything to help them so sends as much food, medicine, and weapons as she can afford. Their group is big enough to deter attackers, and Kel tries to teach the others to fight

Soon the killing machines show up, each with the voice of one of the dead tributes.  Every time someone dies a few days later another machine arrives.  They kill Loesia and Owen before Kel figures out they can stop them by puncturing a hole in the machine’s head.  Alanna sends armor piercing darts for their crossbow

Kel tries to warn the other tributes, but Joren and his pack just attack them, too stubborn to listen. Soon they’re all taken out by the machines.

It’s a brutal game, with Kel’s group quickly becoming the only survivors. More dead tributes mean more killing machines and Neal and Merric die when the group is attacked by three of them at once

Wyldon sends more armor piercing bolts, which Kel thinks might be an apology

No matter how hard Kel tries to keep Tobe out of danger he throws himself in it to help her and he’s the next to die, leaving Kel and Lalasa as the final two

Lalasa says Kel should just kill her and get it over with, but Kel came to the games to save an innocent life, she’s not going to leave by taking one. That only leaves one option, and Kel dies taking out the last of the machines

Lalasa, pretty and the underdog, is a popular Victor, but many were shocked by Kel’s death and thought the machines might have been too brutal. There was also a lot of talk about how nice it was to see the tributes banding together to fight a common enemy. The Gamemaker, Blayce, disappears soon after

Wyldon never again ignores his female tributes

Lalasa becomes a stylist, always requesting to work for the poorest districts.  She encourages those who everyone else writes off as good as dead and makes sure that Kel’s legacy as protector of the small lives on

Tortall Hunger Games AU (x)

Tamora Pierce is a bloody fantastic writer.

Earlier today I saw a post about how Tammy’s works were actually just a ciswhitefeminist’s fantasy, and how that blogger was disappointed because they used to love her work. For a second I would’ve agreed, but then I sat back and thought about it. (I will point out where this person might be getting this idea later) Hopefully, this will clear the air for any fans who might be doubting their love for Tammy.

She DOES have POC main characters. It sounded like the writer of the former post had only read Tortallan books. Both Daja and Briar are main characters with point of view in her Emelan series. Sandry is too and she’s mixed. Tris can be interpreted as mixed (there really is no reason against it). At least two of the teachers, Lark and Frostpine, are poc as well. Nico is speculated. Her second half of that series also features Evvy’s point of view in several books. The books are filled with people of different cultures.

In Tortall their are several poc characters but they are a bit harder to spot, especially because many people assume characters are white unless specified. FIRST OFF Verrildaine Sarrasi or DAINE is mixed in cannon (could be more obvious but its true). Her hair is an untameable mass of curls are frequently mentioned, and while she does have blue eyes and come from a place called snowsdale or something, her  father is a god so who can be sure. The only thing I remember about her skin might have been freckles which people of darker skin can have. There is some cover art that shows her as pale, but that is usually the book publishers decision not the author.

Queen Thayat is half K'mir, which Tammy describes as
Actually, they’re based partly on the Mongols in that they’re riders, partly on the Montagnard tribes of the central highlands of Vietnam, and a bit on the Maya at least in their facial bones. Their language is cobbled from the Montagnard. You may have some trouble tracking pictures of them down, but they come from similar aboriginal stock to the Laotian Hmong and Meo tribes and the Thai hill tribes. And their armor is a bit like the armor of the samurai, only it’s lacquer over bamboo in layers and cured to an iron-like consistency.
which makes all of her children ¼ K'mir (horselords these are easier to find than I thought they would be). The fact isn’t brought up much after Lioness Rampant but it is mentioned by Onoa (a K'mir) in Daine’s series. Buri is also obviously K'mir.

Daine’s series has great (if mostly male) poc.First off, BAMF-most-powerful-sorcerer-main-love-interest-Numair who is based off of Jeff Goldblum. Sarge, and countless other residents of the castle are. Yes, Ozorne was the villain, but Kaddar was cool! As were the Doi tribesmen. Daine’s series was also hugely about the return of immortals which has many parallels to immigrants/refugees

Keladry’s entire story displays huge respect for the Yamani (Japan) and believes that 90% of her awesomeness came from learning from them (10% from Wyldon). Third and Fourth book include several females Yamanis including the fullblooded Yamani princess Shinkokami who is to marry the crown prince (¼ K'mir) Also the Bazhir were constant side characters.

Where people might get confused: Now Alanna does come in a little western-white-feminist in Woman Who Rides Like A Man, but she learns. She learns so much about the Bazhir and recognizes that their values may be different but they are just as important. Also, I imagine that Aly might be a bit of the white-feminist-hero to many, but the poc people around her aren’t two dimensional, and they definitely aren’t dumb. On several occasions she is reminded of that. Not to mention every other white character in the books are complete asshats. And in case its not clear, all of these books have a huge cast of POC characters. WWRLaM: Ishak, Kara, Kourrem, Ali Mukhtab, Halef Seif, etc. Tricksters: Dove, Sarrai, Junai, Chenaol, Fesgao, Lokeij, Ochobu, Ulasim, Ysul, Zaimid, Etc.

Furthermore, I highly recommend her Tortall and Other Lands short story collection. A crossdressing female and a Islamic (equivalent) girl who wears a burqa cross paths and we readers get both points of view.

She writes queer characters. Remember the black girl Daja from Emelan? She’s gay. Rosethorn? Openly bisexual and not monogamous. Lark? Longterm relationship with Rosethorn and accepts her fully. Pretty certain Frostpine is asexual. There is a trans woman in Bloodhound (although she couldve been written better). Keladry is completely unphased by homosexuality and Lalasa is a lesbian. There is some talk that Keladry is ace. Now I’m all up for more aces, but she definitely had quite a few men who caught her eye, and there was that whole thing with Cleon. However, I still believe that demisexual is a possibility this has nothing to do with me being demi and idolizing her. 

Sure, we can always have more poc and queers in books, but I think Tammy does a pretty bang up job humanizing these people and writing realistic backgrounds. Not to mention how fantastic she writes females in general, and points out so many other issues (classism, education, etc). So if your feeling concerned, reread Tortall, reread Emelan, and reread Tortall and Other Lands. Sorry its long, and I’m probably forgetting quite a few people, so message me if you see any or just want to talk about  Tamora Pierce.

(Edit: thank you everyone who left comments about people I forgot/corrections)

30 days of Tamora Pierce, day 12: favorite passage

“Sir, you’re the kind of Knight I want to be.”
He regarded her for a moment with the strangest expression in his eyes. “I am not,” he said. “But the fact that you believe it is the greatest compliment I will ever receive.”

That acknowledgement for Kel from someone who did not want to even give her a chance at the beginning is a huge step.  For both of them.  It shows how much Wyldon has grown in the six years since Kel came on as a page, and how his views have changed.  He may not accept all women as warriors, but he has come such a long way since First Test.  It’s an important reminder that everyone can learn from their students.  Sometimes more than they learn from you, even though they might never know it.

Tortall headcanon

In Corus, in the Palace gardens, there is a row of statues. Defenders of the Realm. The most influential Knights, the Heroes, the greatest Kings. The statues are smaller than life sized, and the names on some have been erased by time. There is one of a young woman with a braid, a dog at her side, a cat against her leg, a baton in her hand. Her eyes were once blue glass, faded by two hundred years in the sunlight.

There are a few other women in the row, some newer than others.

Lady Knight Keladry of Mindalen is surprised when her new squire tells her that one such statue is of her.  Raoul tells her that it’s technically because of her defeat of Blayce the Gallan. Kel privately wonders if it might have something to do with her Knight Master’s old joke, and her result of her recent jousting victory over Lord Wyldon. She went to see it once, to look at the stone version of herself, so much more assured of victory. I am stone, Kel tells herself now, and smiles privately.

Sir Alanna also has a statue, beside one of the last of the great female Knights, whose holdings have since been deeded to the public and whose name is not mentioned in history. Alanna was furious when Jon told her, and refused to see the statue that depicted her in her men’s garb, her chest bound flat, purple glass embedded in to stone for her Gift–she did not want the fame. people flocked to the statue, since the Lady had fled south. Then, Later, when she returned to Corus, she could not bring herself even to enter the gardens, afraid she might wander down the path, might see the statue again–one glimpse was enough. It was lifelike, but not lifelike to her. It was too stone and too much like Thom.