XXXXX of Feathers
House of Feathers
YiffyRaptor stopped reading the book, and shivered to herself. It may come as a surprise to some, but she was drawn in utterly by the writing and plot, despite the novel not being the normal sort of genre fantasy that she reads. Trawling around on TV Tropes led her to look into this book, and a quick stop by Borders Books² supplied her with a copy. She took the baleful book with her everywhere, reading it into the night at her house, shadows cast by a lone lamp, and even read it while at her job as a feathermachinemuzzlemachinefeatherytaur CSR at T-mobile, sneaking in quick, hurried glances in between calls. The imagery stuck with her, affecting her every move and action - even when not reading, the book laid heavy on her mind, subsuming itself into her consciousness. She knew that she had to tell her friends about this novel - she had to find some way to explain to them what she was reading, some way to ensure that they would understand.
²Speaking of Borders, I was there the other day, going through the fantasy section, novel after novel reaching out at my feathers with claws made of garish colors, half-undressed figures pleading at me with their eyes, wondering at the secrets within each book, the pages turning in my hands one by one by one, seeking escape, seeking refuge, seeking a way to hide my feathery past from itself, understanding not whence I came but where I came from - watashi wa tamago o tabete imasu³, each egg rolling one by one, speckled shells holding nothing inside, much like the books themselves, with promises of adventures and long-sought kingdoms but ultimately nothing to be found, empty promises, promises by my friends who will be there in need, most feathery, flying fast and dark now.
Okay, I don't know what came over me there - I have to watch what I type now.
³"I have many Japanese feathers" - Ed.
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YiffyRaptor stopped reading the book, and shivered to herself. It may come as a surprise to some, but she was drawn in utterly by the writing and plot, despite the novel not being the normal sort of genre fantasy that she reads. Trawling around on TV Tropes led her to look into this book, and a quick stop by Borders Books² supplied her with a copy. She took the baleful book with her everywhere, reading it into the night at her house, shadows cast by a lone lamp, and even read it while at her job as a feathermachinemuzzlemachinefeatherytaur CSR at T-mobile, sneaking in quick, hurried glances in between calls. The imagery stuck with her, affecting her every move and action - even when not reading, the book laid heavy on her mind, subsuming itself into her consciousness. She knew that she had to tell her friends about this novel - she had to find some way to explain to them what she was reading, some way to ensure that they would understand.
²Speaking of Borders, I was there the other day, going through the fantasy section, novel after novel reaching out at my feathers with claws made of garish colors, half-undressed figures pleading at me with their eyes, wondering at the secrets within each book, the pages turning in my hands one by one by one, seeking escape, seeking refuge, seeking a way to hide my feathery past from itself, understanding not whence I came but where I came from - watashi wa tamago o tabete imasu³, each egg rolling one by one, speckled shells holding nothing inside, much like the books themselves, with promises of adventures and long-sought kingdoms but ultimately nothing to be found, empty promises, promises by my friends who will be there in need, most feathery, flying fast and dark now.
Okay, I don't know what came over me there - I have to watch what I type now.
³"I have many Japanese feathers" - Ed.
rawr