Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious?
The paperback will be released for everyone else on the 27th of March, and because we are very, very smart people, we will be releasing the paperback of The Maleficent Seven, which takes place BEFORE LSODM, on the 8th of May.
Just to confuse you.
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Hi Silente.
I'm good, thanks. ^^
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
Hey Sir! How are you?
Hello good sir how are you on this pleasant ____________
Hi Sir!
Hello Zafira!
Greetings, Mr. Pine, Ms. Tempest, Ms. Temerity, and Ms. Kerias.
Standard.
Oh good you are still here zaf. You didn't spontaniously explode
Please Sir, call me Silente. Miss Tempest is much to formal for a vampire.
Nah just playing with the gerbils
*sitting on a nearby park bench*
*scribbling furiously on a clipboard*
*and wondering how he ever descended to this level*
(Hullo, Blogland.)
Ah, Ms. Tempest, I was under the impression that vampires are a traditional lot.
Ahhh okay. Anyway I have ta leave now y'all! See ya some other time!
*sits in treehouse watching
Hey Annika!
Yes Sir we usually are, especially those born in the 1800's but not me, then I'd be too much like my mother....
Anyway BYE!
(Greetings, Amethyst-Watson!)
Greetings, Ms. Barnosky.
Good bye, Ms. Tempest.
(Farewell, Silente!)
Bai Silente
Bye Silente!
*scribbling away*
*grimly mulling over Doctor's words*
*wondering what Hassle was doing at the Midnight Hotel*
*and also pondering what colors go best with chartreuse*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTsD2FjmLsw
I really can't stop listening to that. ^^
*sips his iced coffee*
*finds that it has thawed*
*gives it a vicious look*
*it freezes again*
*and he returns to his work*
Anni iced coffee is brilliant
(I've never liked coffee, I must say. However, it feels like the sort of thing he would drink.)
*is making his traditional check-up of Blogland's park benches when he notices Mr. Armitage*
Hm, so many unfamiliar faces about.
*pauses for a few moments*
*eventually gives up*
*sets the clipboard down beside him*
*rubs his temples, trying to focus*
*his teeth are grinding together*
. . . We can't do this. We have to call it off.
No, no . . .
*picks up the clipboard again*
*bitterly* We can't call it off.
Trust him. Just have to trust him.
*sounds like he's trying to convince himself*
Just trust him.
*continues writing in a slightly shakier and yet immaculate hand*
*does not notice Sir*
*cocks his head to one side*
*wonders if he should get involved*
Hrm.
*shrugs, and decides he may as well take a break*
*wanders up to the park bench, and gesture to the stop next to Mr. Armitage*
Would this spot be reserved, Mr...?
*glances up in surprise*
. . . No, not at all.
*looks a bit perturbed at Sir's apparel*
*scoots an inch or two away*
*continues scribbling on the clipboard*
Armitage. Garrote Armitage.
A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Armitage.
*takes a seat*
*sits down on the park bench, and lets the swivel chair he just took back into traffic*
*gesture to the clipboard*
What on earth has captured your attention so intensely?
Yes yes, a pleasure to meet you too, I'm sure.
*tries not to look at Sir*
I am planning a wedding, if you must know. and I'm planning it by myself because my co-planner is having an emotional tantrum.
*picks up his iced coffee*
*finds it has melted again*
Damn coffee!
*the coffee freezes into a mocha brick*
*and he tosses it into a nearby dustbin in disgust*
Really? A wedding, hm? Quite exciting.
...
Though, you seem rather stressed despite the joyous occasion.
*idly watches the traffic drift on by*
Perhaps you should trust this partner of yours a tad more.
*mutters* I CAN'T trust him. He's doing the security web for the wedding. He's already been suspended for using a faulty security web. Who's to say he won't do it again. Damn him.
. . .
*bites his lip*
. . .
*turns sharply to Sir*
I'm sorry, I just- your collar.
*points to Sir's shirt collar*
It's crooked.
*points to his own*
Fix it. Fix it like this. Fix it!
*points back and forth between the two collars*
I have so much energy
I really, really want to hit something right now
I have nothing to hit
Help
#ChaseForBook9
(*quietly presents a large plush business executive*)
Hello Aretha!
*blinks*
Very well.
*adjusts the aforementioned collar*
Even still, Mr. Armitage. If your associate as failed once already, do you honestly believe that he shall be lax enough to fail once more?
...I gotta go...Be back later! :)
~chuckles~
Wow... what a beautiful cover! It is only exceeded in beauty by the story within! xD
That has GOT to be one of the best covers ever...
Ok, yes, y'all are very smart, Landy [especially you] 'cause I'm going to buy that paperback.
It is FAR FAR too gorgeous to pass up.
Thank you, Percival, greatly. Tis an honor to witness your work...
When I finish my book, would you be my cover artist?
You could be one of my dedicat-ees. ~flutters eyelashes alluringly~
Alright, alright, speaking of writing, I have to go do that.
Derek Landy, though? I meant what I said... JUST DELAY! Wait til next year to publish book nine. Please T_T
Also, INCLUDE ISRAEL ELYSIUM
ISRAEL
ELYSIUM [an often drunk scruffy Australian fellow who can see two minutes into the future, every possible future, and choose the best one]
ISRAEL ELYSIUM
ISRAEL ELYSIUM
ISRAEL ELYSIUM
ISRAEL ELYSIUM
ISRAEL ELYSIUM
and
NIGHTS
RAVEN [an American. Blond. Ninja. Need I say more?]
NIGHTS RAVEN
NIGHTS RAVEN
NIGHTS RAVEN
NIGHTS RAVEN
:]
Also, SARACEN RULES!!!
Saracen is awesome.
Just had to put that out there.
*scoffs* It doesn't matter what I believe. All that matters is ensuring this wedding goes smooth as clockwork, and if something goes wrong, I can guarantee it'll be his fault. Hmph.
*nods gratefully at Sir's collar*
Thank you.
*scribbles something else down on the clip board*
Greetings, Ms. Tesla and Ms. Skyril, and good bye Ms. Temerity.
If you are so concerned with this wedding's security, simply work with your associate in devising the...
Security web.
*gives Sir a cold look*
*literally*
You seem to be giving me an awful lot of advice about something you, really, have no business in. And I don't even know your name.
*begins testily clicking his pen*
Ari!!!! Sorry I fell asleep because my head hurt
...
*brushes off the look*
Ah! How dreadfully rude of me. I would be called Sir Reingington.
I do apologize if I am presuming too much, I tend to meddle far more often than I should. Or too little, depending on the situation.
[Insert Little Mix lyric here]
[Insert Coldplay lyric here]
[Insert emotion here]
*eyes widen in surprise*
*drops the pen*
Damn.
*notices a drop of ink on one sleeve*
*puts a drop of ink in the same place on the other sleeve*
*then checks his clipboard*
. . . Sir Reingington, you said?
*bites lip uncomfortably*
*pauses*
Well. Yes.
*picks up Mr. Armitage's pen, and extends it to him*
*sits with Aro and Alexis in the treehouse working*
*takes the pen*
*cough awkwardly*
I'm . . . I'm sorry about that. It seems you're on the guest list.
*taps the clipboard*
Ah, yes. The good Doctor invited me to her wedding.
I do hope it all shall end well.
*stares at Mr. Armitage*
... Yes?
Yes, of course. I'm sure it shall end well.
*snorts*
...
Quite.
*continues scribbling on the clipboard*
*mutters something about flowers*
*then glances up*
. . . Damn. There's so much furniture on the road I can hardly think. Must be rush hour.
*nods*
I do suppose that is one downside to living in this area.
I agree. Oz has been pressuring me to buy a mushroom chair. You know, one of those cup-like, modern things? But I'm happy with my old wing-back armchair.
*returns to writing*
...
Well. I have always been partial to walking.
*shrugs*
Walking's all well and good, I suppose, but it's achingly slow.
Well. You are entitled to your opinion, I suppose.
As you are entitled to yours.
Quite.
*finishes whatever he's been scribbling on his clipboard*
*examines it*
*then nods in a self-satisfied way*
*resists the urge to peer over at Mr. Armitage's work*
*digs around in one of his many pockets*
Harrumph, never conveniently found when one needs it...
*glances at Sir*
*holds out pen*
Need a pen? I don't need it anymore.
Hm? Oh, worry not, I hardly need a pen.
*digs around for a bit more*
Hrm. Oh, blast it all.
*a short, muffled shriek comes from one of his pockets, and he withdraws a paper bag*
Much better.
*raises an eyebrow*
*wonders if he should say something*
*decides against it*
*he's Precocious's friend, after all*
*he doesn't want to offend him*
*sighs, and opens the bag, which is full of breadcrumbs*
*smiles slightly*
Honestly, times like these make me feel rather old.
*raises eyebrows in surprise*
If it's not impolite to ask, how so?
*a few birds land on the asphalt a few yards away*
*pauses thoughtfully*
Well. I suppose that depends upon one's point of view.
*tosses a few breadcrumbs near the birds*
*watches as they rapidly make the food disappear*
*thoughtfully watches the birds*
. . . I don't suppose I've ever felt old. Not really. I mean, it's not like my memory's bust, like Doctor's, or I'm starting to get tired, like Oz.
*gazes at the birds*
*and his mind goes to a dark place*
*shrugs vaguely*
But, what do I know?
I would hazard a guess that you know quite a bit, Mr. Armitage.
In any case, consider yourself fortunate. You do not have to be weighed down by ideas as trivial as your own mortality.
*look at Sir*
Are you often troubled by such thoughts?
*smiles sadly*
Mr. Armitage, take a look around you. Everyone in Blogland has some sort of tragic background, or is tortured in some way.
Why would I be any different?
*stands up, and sets the paper bag of breadcrumbs on the park bench*
Well, I suppose I should take my leave. It was a pleasure, Mr. Armitage.
I suppose I shall see you at the wedding, then.
*walks off, narrowly avoiding a small stool*
*watches him go*
. . . I suppose you shall.
*ponders Sir for a moment*
*then pushes him from his mind*
*sets down the clipboard*
*picks up the bag*
*and begins to feed the birds*
(Farewell, Sir, if you are leaving.)
Indeed, Ms. Barnosky. Good bye.
(*waves at Sir as he departs*
*sits in the abandoned and desolate Blogland*
. . .)
I'm back! :)
(Ah! Amethyst! How goes it?)
Hai Amthyst
Hello everyone! I'm fine :)
(*nods*
Splendid.)
(Feeling rather peaceful, a little lethargic, and a bit peckish.)
Tirwd
What time is it where you are?
(It is a quarter-till-seven, but I have been both Busy and Unfed all day.)
wow... why don't you find something to eat?
(There is nothing palatable in the house. It is the day before Grocery-Day.)
Ah...I see...
(By-the-by, your profile picture is very pretty. Did you draw it yourself?)
yes! :D
Same time as Anni
(It is gorgeous! I cannot draw nearly that well. I love the eyes in particular. Rather delightful.)
:) thank you!
http://www.nocturnalsoldier.org/Tealin/
(This website is full of amazing fan art, mostly for Harry Potter, all by this one woman. It is an ambition of mine to learn to draw as well as her.)
wow...she draws really well. I wish I could draw like thata
She does...
(Ah, well. I wish for many things.)
(Likes shoes.)
(And ships.)
(And sealing wax.)
Everyone wishes for things... sadly, not everything we wish for happens
(And cabbages.)
(And kings.)
*sigh* well...um, how was your day?
(Well, when I awoke this morning, I found my bed had floated out to sea. After a moment's consternation, I was able to paddle myself back to shore, with the help of several friendly sharks.
My afternoon was uneventful.)
Fine im watching Jeopardy! and failing epicslly
haha. okay :)
Someone vehemently recommended this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=va_GfPMxiz8
. . . and that is what I'm currently watching.
I am about half-way through it,
and I still do not know what I am watching.
...I don't understand it...what is going on?!?
I do not know, Amethyst. Perhaps some things are better left unexplained.
perhaps...
All I can think is that someone who has met me [and therefore knows I am a steampunk enthusiast] and has also tortured the information that I like anime out of one of my enemies, has decided to recommend this to me as some sort of strange unity of the two.
I am perturbed.
That seems like a possibility.
Ah! I must go!
*departs*
Bye!
I failed epically
Is anyone else on?...or am I alone?
Yay! Hello!
How was Jeopardy?
Still going on I failed epically see I'm trying for the Teen Tournement whenever the testing begins
wow. I wish you luck!
Thank you. Last time the time changed and i missed it but i have faith i won't fail epically
Awkward silence....
Dadadadadadawheeeeeeee BOOM Daadadadadadafadada dingalingalinga bong! Whizzzzz. Mmmm...hah! Yum! Ba-da-boom! Nanananananananananana deedle-dee deedle deedle deedle quack quack quack huhuhuh BONK DadadadadadadadadadadadadadaDADADADADADADADADA! Laaaaaaaaa duhduhduhduhduhduhduh nananana [Footsteps] Crack! DeedledeedledeedleDEEDLEdeedledeedledeedle SQUAWK!
Uhm
Well, you were complaining about the silence, so I gave you noise.
Lie to me
Convince me that I've been sick forever
And all of this
Will make sense when I get better
#ChaseForBook9
Hey Ari
Hello Ari
Hia. Wbd
Hai Snow
Hello!
I should probably mention--there's a new TSE chapter.
Hello, Snow.
Hi Amethyst.
Hello!
So, anything interesting happening?
Not reallyyyyyyy wheeeee KABOOM squelch squelch plop AH! THUD
CRASH
Chikachikachikachikachika
Fizzzzzzz POP POP POP
CLANG
Yadadadadadada WOWWOW
...what just happened?
I have no idea.
THE SYMPHONY IS ALL AROUND YOU IF YOU ONLY LISTEN
DRIP
CRUNCH
THE CLACK-CLACK OF THE KEYBOARD
ANYTHING TO FILL THE SILENCE
AND WHAT IS SILENCE BUT AN ILLUSION
SOMETHING IS ALWAYS THERE
A BREATH
A WHISPER OF WIND
A RUSTLE AS IT PASSES THROUGH THE GRASS
EVEN THE SOUNDS YOU CAN'T HEAR
LIKE THE SOUND OF A BUTTERFLY SCREAMING IN AGONY AS IT TRIES TO DISENTANGLE ITSELF FROM THE WEB, FROM WHAT WOULD BE ITS TERRIBLE DESTINY
In other words, Fabi is being overly dramatic again.
...oh, okay :)
K! *cuddles dynamite*
...
*slowly backs away*
Don't explode, don't explode, don't explode, don't explode, don't explode, don't explode, don't explode, ...
I can leave, if you like. :-)
...what did you just explode?
Derek
oh! well...
*explodes England*
Swallowed up inside of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
#ChaseForBook9
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
Ari?
I gotta go now... Night!
Night, Amethyst!
Night Amethyst
helloooooooo
Hi Jubi
HAIIIII ZAFFYYY! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
Eeeep!!! Hi! So im laying in bed my mom opens my door and has the kitchen light blaring in and im like ok she's gonna sleep she's on the couch and didnt bother to shut my door i dunno why she opened it
Sorry, poofed.
Hai Snow
One Duck is a fun game
I sleep now night Aussies and Kiwis and whoever else is on
Well then
I'm just gonna
Steal this
>i
Dammit. Olé. *
I dedicate to you, more than worthy reader. Have some butterbeer on the house~
Oh hello, Fabi. How goes your internet browsing experience thus far?
Are you tired? I'm a little tired.
Definitely tired. I had ballet class earlier.
It's good tired, though. :-)
And multitasking. [Nods]
Hi!
How is everyone?
Hi Misti! :-)
I'm okay. You?
I'm good!
:\ but I'm working on a biology assignment Ah school work is annoying!
It is, isn't it?
I'm working on this writing idea.
Except one of the characters doesn't have a name yet. But oh well.
*reappears* I KEEP POOFING
Hi Snowy!
How are you?
And yeah I may disappear to.
Hello Snow.
[Blinks innocently]
Uh ... *looks from Fabi to Snow*
Did I miss something?
Nice song lyrics.
Nm hellboy, just stuff
Sorry, not much mist
My place is all over the brain
Song lyrics?
[Raises an eyebrow]
Thanks?
*nods*
*nods*
...
...
Ok then ...
Oh I want to draw another Lord Vile and I'm taking suggestions on what his armour would look like.
Do you guys want to give me suggestions? I think I'll set up a page that people can comment and say what they think his armour looks like. But I wan to do a rough sketch of what his helmet could look like first.
So what do you guys think his armour look like?
Sorry I disappeared .-. I gotta go now anyways. See ya when I see ya :)
Bye Hellboy!
Have a good day/night!
Yep. Bye hellboy
HELLO.
Ah. I had such large amounts of sleep just now. :P If you count the hour where I was still dreaking but was also partially awake and kept openimg my eyes to check the clock or rolling over, it was nine hours. :O
#ChaseForBookNine
Plus I think typing on my phone was what was making my thumb twitch. :P So I should probavly, um, stop . . . Yeah . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
hey anybody who is still on!
Hi Rueben! :)
Might suddenly go distant, sorry . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
I just realised that if this gets filled up, then we can go back to "this is a blog entry" and fill that up.
#ChaseForBook9
hey star! I don't think we've ever actually had a proper talk to each other!
#ChaseForBook9
@Rueben: Well, NO. :P
We have a few unfilled ones, going back . . . and after that, we're back to 2012.
2012.
TWNETY-TWELVE.
(It's two wholes years ago it's so embarrassing. :P)
#ChaseForBookNine
Have we not had a proper talk?
Hmm. :/
I've seen your comments. :)
I tend to forget things like who I've spoken to and who I haven't, which conversations I've been there for and which I haven't . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I actually started reading all the blog posts in 2012, as Derek came on the 2012 Down-under tour
@Rueben: Really? O_O
That's cool. :)
Ah . . . he should go back to Australia this year, then . . . I think he goes once every two years, generally. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
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