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day 17 - looming
The silver serpent loomed above them. Its jaws were gaping. Drops of pale gold venom dripped from its fangs and fell sizzling into the churning water. Its eyes were glittering like cold stars and fixed on Rye.
[Rye] slid the bell tree stick from his belt and raised it high. He lifted his other hand, too, fingers spread, making himself as large as he could.
The silver beast recoiled, very slightly. Yes, Rye thought with grim satisfaction. This is not how prey behaves, is it, serpent? Prey tries to escape you. It does not stand and stare. Be careful. Take your time…
Behind them, other serpents were coming to the surface. The sea heaved with writhing bodies. Water showered from a dozen spiked heads of green, yellow, blue, and black as they rose against the scarlet sky and hung there, motionless as masks in some nightmarish puppet show.
The Golden Door // Ch 25 Now or Never
day 24 - confronting
Rye’s head felt as if it might burst. He could feel the bag of powers warm and pulsing against his skin like a live thing with a heart.
Nine powers to aid you in your quest…
Powers to help the dupe of the Fellan do what the Fellan themselves could not—end Olt’s life and open the way to the Lord of Shadows.
Shuddering with revulsion, Rye tore the bag from his neck so violently that the knotted drawstring snapped and pulled completely out of its casing. Its neck ragged and gaping, the bag lay in his hand like flabby skin shed by some loathsome, creeping animal.
More than anything in the world he wanted to cast it away from him, see the charms scatter in the wind and be lost.
The Third Door // Ch 18 The Head of the Serpent
i imagine the “finding out that during the entirety of your quest you were being used as a pawn for the people you thought you could trust” situation would be pretty confronting to learn, so yeah. that’s not really what happened, but rye didn’t know that at the time so we can just let him have his breakdown
also i just know that if i stare at this any longer i’ll never post it, so i’m just going to post it! come get y’all juice (now in colour!)
(i’ve just realised the fell zone’s not supposed to be on fire yet. smh)
some bros :))
Dirk ruffled his youngest brother’s hair affectionately.
“Of course I must go, Rye,” he said. “There is danger, yes, but nothing is more important than saving Weld — nothing! Besides, think what it will mean to us if I succeed!”
And think what it will mean to us if you never come back, Dirk, Rye could not help retorting in his mind.
The Golden Door // Ch 2 The Challenge
i have returned >:))
Tired as he was, Rye had been quite looking forward to standing on the bridge. The only bridges in Weld were those that spanned the brick trench, and these were forbidden to all but Wall workers.
The Golden Door // Ch 11 Under The Stars
let this boy enjoy his bridge!
also thank you @zahroreadsthings i’m rereading ttd through you
Roddacember Day 13 - Judgement
aka Sholto Being Done With Your Crapᵀᴹ
sholto:
Day 17 - Name
It had been more than belief. It had been something he had known, as surely as he knew his own name.
The Golden Door // Ch 2 The Challenge
He did not know what had happened to him. He did not even know his own name.
The Third Door // Ch 7 The Stranger
If Rye had not been standing still, thinking about bees, he might have missed hearing the sound.
The Golden Door // Ch 5 Fate
head empty, only bees
“Take me with you, Rye!”
a lil messy sketch for u
(and more to come)
And all at once, the fierce, uncaring brilliance of the stars blurred before his eyes, and he felt a terrible longing to be back beneath a softer sky, among the things he knew, behind the high Wall of Weld.
The Golden Door // Ch 11 Under The Stars
just rye in his tree, having a blast
Rye pressed his palm against the medallion. A hot, tingling sensation ran up his arm all the way to the shoulder.
The Golden Door // Ch 7 The Chamber Of Doors
me reading the golden door for the 13th time: rye has been wearing a jacket this whole time?!?
Day 1 - Favourite Character
The need to save it drove everything else from Rye’s mind. He found an old washing basket among the ruins and put the goat gently inside it. Then, clutching his burden, he made for home.
The Golden Door // Ch 5 Fate
me, waking up in a cold sweat: the three doors trilogy!
anyway sonia’s favourite colour is blue, right?
Landscape Natural Stone Pavers New York This is an illustration of a sizable stone formal garden on a coastal full sun side yard in the summer.