#megan whalen turner
read the queen’s thief books and it is safe to say i am eternally obsessed. so, fanart. and hopefully more later haha
drink from the queen’s cup and die
welp. i made more fanart lmao
read the queen’s thief books and it is safe to say i am eternally obsessed. so, fanart. and hopefully more later haha
me reading the thief: what the hell is wrong with this guy
costis during koa: what the hell is wrong with this guy
kamet listening to costis talk about gen during tat: what the hell is wrong with this guy
☺️
This Series Finale Is 20 Years in the Making… You Need to Read It
hi I’m not going to shut up about this because it’s maybe the easiest thing I’ve ever written in my life
One of the most vivid memories I have of my adolescence was perusing the YA section of the library and seeing the brand new copy of The King of Attolia sitting there on the shelf. I remember checking it out, and then calling my best friend and had the following conversation,
“Guess what I just found at the library.”
“What?”
“The King of Attolia.”
“You mean The Queen of Attolia?”
“No. The King of Attolia.”
Back then, I had no expectations for anything past the second book. The King of Attolia came out of nowhere for me, and by God did I love it.
Same though, except for me it was both QOA and KOA appearing at once in those new Vince Natale covers and me going “THERE’S MORE?? OF THE BRAT BOY???”
A set so mismatched it swivels back around to being matched But if I had to lay out the ones that meant the most to Baby Reader Me…
(I just realized they’re out of order. YOLO)
The Thief I first picked off the library shelf (and for years used as my mental picture of Gen?? for some reason???)
The first version of The Thief I ever owned
The first version of QOA I ever owned (secondhand, though I read the Natale version from the library again and again)
KOA, which I read back to back with QOA and didn’t have to suffer a wait but also didn’t own til much later
ACOK, the first book in my life I can ever remember preordering
The TAT galley I found in a charity thrift shop the summer before pub and almost cried because I wanted to read it *so badly* but had stopped blogging, so I didn’t know how it was ever going to happen
The internal ROTT PDF (not pictured) a forever-anonymous-but-fondly-remembered coworker dropped in my inbox as a thank you.
a little study of smiles during and after certain ordeals for the Queen of Attolia
Attolia Ireneand her rubies in QoA
“What would I do in Ferria? I am the queen of Attolia. I cannot mend shirts for a living.” “You did a decent job with this,” he counters. He’s wearing one of the shirts Irene mended, and she breaks into a gallop so he cannot see her blush. He curses and falls behind, his horse trying to follow her lead. She smirks to herself and schools her face before slowing down and allowing him to join her again.
“And you, Eugenides? Would you guard me forever, to make sure I never go back to the Medes? Like a personal jailor?” The pause is long enough to be uncomfortable before he says, so low the wind almost drowns it, “Like a husband.”
Eugenides and Irene, in @elwing ’s wonderful fic With imperious hand, Fate turns the wheel