Well, well, well. What do we have here?
A clichéd villain line used as a blog post opener? Surely you wouldn’t stoop so low. Delete those words now, and no one gets hurt. Delete them or else. Delete them or your loved ones pay the ultimate price. Delete them or I will tell the whole world your Deepest, Darkest Secret. Mwahaha.
. . .
What, none of that fazes you? You refuse to comply? Very well. You’ll pay for this, Tracey.
Um. Apparently I was just having a villainous conversation with myself. I promise you I’m a completely sane, law-abiding citizen, and that whatever crazy I do have is confined to words on a page. (Usually.)
All that nonsense aside, welcome to the third round of Lovely Books! Here’s a rundown in case you missed it:
First, we grew infatuated with some beautiful novels bearing attractive names. Then we got to know them a little better as we discussed their romantic sides. Now the book-love is put to the test as we delve into the dark corners of our favorite stories. It’s getting real here, people–no more surface fluff between us and the books. Now it’s down to the genuine, nitty-gritty relationship. (Okay. That analogy is already crumbling to pieces in my mind, so let’s not dwell on that.)
What I’m trying to say is that Round 3 is all about villains. Some we love, and others we love to hate. If you want to join in the discussion, there’s a linkup form at the bottom of this post, along with the very few rules involved. (Basically: steal the Lovely Books picture, write up a villainous post, and add your link to the form. Bam. That’s all there is to it. Oh, and if you feel like combining editions, go for it.)
Those lovely antagonists . . .
“Much more than that,” said Thorne with an ominous, gravelly laugh. “That flask was filled with a potent mixture of the strongest rum and ground-up bog myrtle roots. It enflames their blood lust until is nigh unquenchable and deadens the pain that they feel. When the Berserkers reach the field of battle, it will be with such blunt violence . . . such a bloody frenzy, that few–if any–who come in contact with them will withstand it. My advice to you, Mister Teach: stay out of their way.”
-Isle of Fire
[He’s speaking of God here.] Marsh pauses, his eyes narrowing, his face growing dim. “Nobody’s on the other line, Chris. He left a long time ago.”
-Hurt
Mictar
“Anything I want?” Mictar covered Dr. Simon’s eyes with his dark hand and spoke softly. “I want you to die.”
Dr. Simon’s body stiffened, his mouth locked open in a voiceless scream. As Mictar kept his hand over his victim’s eyes, sparks flew around his fingers, and the two men seemed to hover a few inches off the floor. Simon quaked violently, while Mictar’s body gradually regained its light.
-Beyond the Reflection’s Edge
“I had forgotten that you are only a common boy. How should you understand reasons of State? You must learn, child, that what would be wrong for you or for any of the common people is not wrong in a great Queen such as I. The weight of the world is on our shoulders. We must be freed from all rules. Ours is a high and lonely destiny.”
-The Magician’s Nephew
“Now, when I say that I’ve come to bring grace and hope, I may mean something altogether different than what you think. My kind of grace and hope is full of life, my friends. A real trip. Not that you have to agree with my definitions of those two most holy words. I’m not here to ram anything down your throats, no sir. But we’re on dangerous ground here, and I strongly suggest you pay attention.”
-Showdown
Death-in-Life / Life-in-Death
(Tales of Goldstone Wood by Anne Elisabeth Stengl)
“Did you bring the dice?”
He raises a hand. The skin is leprous pale, stretched thin over black bones, and each finger is tipped with a talon. In his palm he holds two dice, their faces marked with strange devices.
“I want her for my child,” he repeats, and smoke licks from his forked tongue. “She is beloved of my Enemy.”
“Roll the dice,” says the Lady, her eyes not breaking gaze with his.
“I want her, sister.”
“Roll the dice.”
He clatters them together in his hand, then sets them rolling across the mist-churned floor. Her gaze does not move from his face as he follows the progress of the dice. When at last they are still, she sees the flash of triumph pass over him.
“The game is done,” her brother says. “I have won.”
“She is yours, then,” the Lady replies. “Take her. But ‘ware, brother! You’ve not won yet.”
-Heartless
Billy took a quick step back, and Morgan folded her hands at her waist, bowing her head. “I am under a curse only you can break, Billy Bannister.” She looked up again, her eyes imploring. “Set me free, and I’ll help you take the throne of England. Together we’ll spread your goodness to all of mankind.”
-Circles of Seven
Taksidian
(Dreamhouse Kings by Robert Liparulo)
An assassin with a penchant for dismembering his victims. He keeps a horrible sculpture-thing made of people’s fingers and ears and noses all glued together. Pursuing the King family across the ages (it’s a time travel series, you see), he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He’s just plain malicious. And I don’t recall the details (again!), but I believe his evil plans are far-reaching.
“Can’t let you do that, Mr. Taksidian,” the remaining cop said. “It’s not your house, sir.”
David expected the man to say Not yet . . . but what he did say was worse.
“But, Officer Benson,” Taksidian said, “there’s no place they can hide where I can’t find them.”
-Gatekeepers
Come to the dark side, readers…
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