Wicked Girls
Wicked Girls
Wendy played fair, and she played by the rules that they gave her;
They say she grew up and grew old – Peter Pan couldn’t save her.
They say she went home, and she never looked back,
Got her feet on the ground, got her life on its track.
She’s the patron saint priestess of all the lost girls who got found.
And she once had her head in the clouds, but she died on the ground.
Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavin’.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where color’s a fable and freedom’s a fairy tale lie.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we’re calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like – we’re determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Alice got lost, and I guess that we really can’t blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For there’s peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, she’s easy with white rabbit smiles,
And she’ll never be free, but she’s won herself safe for a while.
Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said ‘I am not a toy’, and she never returned.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we’re calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like – we’re determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Mandy’s a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don’t live in fear –
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we’re calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like – we’re determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they’ll call us such names, and we really won’t care,
So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There’s a place they can go if they’re tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we’ll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost –
We won’t take our place on the shelves.
It’s better to fly and it’s better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.
Written on: 2008-05-09. Seanan McGuire
Joke
One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.
Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning Ma’am. What are you doing?”
“Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, “Isn’t that obvious?”)
“You’re in a restricted fishing area,” he informs her.
“I’m sorry officer, but I’m not fishing, I’m reading.”
“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.
“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
“That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.”
“Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It’s likely she can also think.
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[Top]Breaking News About Micah in Anita Blake Series
So….I am posting here a conversation between myself a Jess, Laurell K Hamilton’s Media Minion. Jess often answers posts for Laurell and her words are Canon
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Have a question from rereading Affliction…It makes reference to Micah’smom being mixed race, so what is Micah’s race? Here is the reference I am referring to “Micah’s mom was in the hallway being comforted by Gonzales. She was crying, and for a second I feared the worst. My stomach tightened with dread, but I squared my shoulders and kept walking forward; no retreat, no surrender.
Domino spoke low beside me. ‘Who is that?’
I answered, sort of under my breath, ‘Micah’s mom.’
‘Really?’ he said.
I glanced up at him but couldn’t read his expression with his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. He didn’t exactly look happy, though; I hadn’t thought about the whole mixed-race thing being an issue for anyone. If anyone was going to have an issue it would be the clan weretigers, but Domino with his own mixed heritage hadn’t been my pick for being bothered by it.” Affliction, Laurell K Hamilton
This is a serious question..please answer
Micah is also of mixed race. -Media Minion
Micah is part African American through his mother’s side of the family. -Media Minion
[Top]So, let’s talk about mythology
I can still remember the very first time I was exposed to the greek mythos. I was 7 and a teacher mentioned Athena springing to life fully formed. This was back in the days of actual encyclopedias in actual libraries. I went and looked her up in the World Book Encyclopedia and I was hooked. By the time I was 14, I bought the Big Book of Gods and Goddesses and learned all about all the different mythologies–Greek, Roman, Norse, Celtic,Hindu,etc-there was not a minor god or goddess you could stump me with, and I had lots of people try! So, I have been thrilled by the fact that paranormal romance has headed that way and that every author has their own mythos to learn and wow can they be complex! I will say that the cainsville series by Kelley Armstrong has stretched my celtic knowledge a little bit. But I just got sidetracked! I wanted to talk a little bit about Karen Chance’s integration of both the Greek and Norse mythos into the Cassie Palmer series. It’s an interesting proposition that the greek/Roman Gods were a race of fae that ruled the others. Its also an interesting stretch to bring Artemis into conflict with Apollo and actually integrate Artemis into the line of Apollo seer’s. Now the question I have, comes from a factoid that is just kind of put out there. Apparently Artemis’ faithful companion and hunting dog is Rag. When Cassie is learning about her father he is Roger Palmer, a Black Circle necromancer. Then, we learn that he was Ragnar Palmer and that was just an alias…So here is my question is Cassie Palmer the daughter of Artemis and her loyal companion Rag? If so does that make her a demigod, a shapeshifter or a god in her own right?
[Top][Top]“There are three parts to learning: information, knowledge and wisdom, A mere accumulation of information is not knowledge, and a treasure of knowledge is not in itself, wisdom.”
― Rachel Caine, Ink and Bone
Spending time with Cassie
It’s been a while since I entered the Chanceverse and spent time with Cassie Palmer. I hadn’t realized how much I missed her, until I saw a conversation between two fans and I couldn’t remember the details they were discussing. The Cassandra Palmer world is so complex because as Pythia she keeps going back in time and that makes things complicated. And there are so many twists as we go along. I could write a dissertation on how Pritkin goes from a one dimensional crazypants mage to the infamous Merlin and half incubus on a starvation diet and then Cassie’s staunchest supporter. And how about Cassie’s dad being the loyal hound who is always with Artemis, Rag. And then her mom being Artemis who throws down the gauntlet to the Demons via long distance generational call. Say what?!? I’m going to go back and reread again because each time I read it my perspective changes
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