I know this poll is biased as I have written my favourite fantasy books in it. This is because I am pretty ignorant of other fantasy books and series but would like to know more of them to read.
I'm so far behind in tags and stuff! I have spent most of the summer for some reason in a fugue just staring off into the distance for some reason. But! I have summoned my brain a little to answer at least one! Tagged by @starknstarwars -- thank you for the tag! Anyone who wants to share, please feel free to tag yourself in.
I'm just as behind on my writing as I am on my tags, and I genuinely can't remember if I shared any of this previously, but here's a little bit from the half-finished next chapter of the forever WIP that is Smoke and Mirrors. The fic I will probably be slowly writing on until my grave despite that it has a very clear ending in mind.
Dusk had settled across the Mercantile Plaza in full by the time Theron arrived back at the safehouse. The cool, blue-tint of the streetlights dogged Theron’s steps as he darted through alleys and backstreets. It wasn’t a straightforward path, mostly as a way to throw his potential tail off the track and keep the location of his temporary base hidden. Given that the Plaza was basically a small island, there was only so far he could go to do so, but he’d doubled back several times, and took a few extra twists and turns just to be sure he’d shaken the Sith.
By the time he’d slipped into the safehouse door and pulled up the surveillance feeds on the cafe, Darok and Arokous had long left their table and retired back to their rooms for the night. Unfortunately he couldn’t do the same. At least not yet.
He needed to slap together some programming to alert him if anyone matching Arkous and Darok’s description left their rooms. Figure out the identity of the Sith at the cafe. And, to his great chagrin, prevent another close call like tonight and get his much needed Jedi backup here on planet. Not in that particular order necessarily, but it all needed to be done.
“Be proud of me, Balkar,” Theron muttered as he began to pull up the Defender’s current berthing, “I’m bringing a ‘date’ just like you wanted me to.”
Damn, he was talking to an imaginary Jonas Balkar shaped friend now. He really needed to get out more. He also tried to valiantly ignore how much that particular thought sounded like the imaginary man in question.