“Star,” Nazh said softly, “you need to stop worrying about that one. The horde will be gone from this ship as soon as Xisis finds a proper ship’s doctor.”
“Master Hoid told me to watch over the crew,” she whispered.
Then, at the beginning of 2022, we got the big push we needed to start. Monika and LipJ, two dancers from the survival show Street Woman Fighter, were cast in the reality TV programme DIY Family. The two were members of the same dance crew, Proudman, and like Hana and me, have been living together for years. Before the show was broadcast, the producers called us to explain that they were creating a show focusing on found families, and asked for permission to name their show after the phrase ‘DIY family’, which they’d come across in our book. Imagine our surprise when we turned on the TV to see LipJ recommending our book to the world! This is our moment! Now’s our chance! We named our podcast and recorded our first two episodes, ‘DIY Family? Here’s Where it All Started’ and ‘Being in Your Forties Isn’t So Bad’
0-30p: Kontrollü okuyucu 📖
40-70p: Hafif bağımlı 👀
80p+: Geçmiş olsun, kitaplar seni ele geçirmiş 😅
Haber Kanallarında Yeni Nesilleri Eleştirenler
Yalanlanmış öngörüler demişken, hayatta büyük bir ders aldım. O dönemde, altmışlı yıllardan bahsediyorum, bir yayınevinde çalışıyordum. O sırada elimize Amerikalı bir sosyologun yeni nesillerle ilgili çok ilginç bir tahlil ortaya koyan ve "beyaz yakalı, crew cut, yani asker tıraşlı, siyasete tamamen ilgisiz" vs. yeni bir neslin çıkacağını duyuran bir çalışması ulaştı. Çevirtmeye karar verdik, fakat çeviri kötüydü, elden geçirmek için altı aydan fazla uğraştım. Fakat bu altı ay zarfında, 67 yılının başından Berkeley’deki ayaklanmalara, oradan da 68 Mayıs’ındaki ayaklanmalara geçmiştik, böylece sosyologun tahlilleri gözümüze son derece geçersiz göründü. Bunun üzerine metni alıp çöpe attım.
Bu çok iyi
Sürekli notlar alırdı. Düşüncelerini yazardı. Fikirlerini peçetelere yazardı. Duşta su geçirmez bir not defteriyle diyalog hâlindeydi." Jeremy not defterini masanın üzerine geri koydu. "Bir keresinde Crew'un bezinin üzerine keçeli kalemle karakter isimleri yazmıştı. Hayvanat bahçesindeydik ve yanında not defteri yoktu."
The Avalon Tower and Camelot
Tana hands me another cup of tea. “Almost there, love.”
“To Camelot?”
She nods. “It was once part of Cornwall, you know, until the king of
Wessex invaded. The rulers of Camelot used magic to hide it. Some say it
was Merlin himself, protecting Camelot from his oak tree. Some say he
doesn’t die.”
Goosebumps rise on my skin.
Around us, the river narrows. On either side, stone and timber frame
buildings crowd the riverbanks. A thin fog hangs over them, tinged by rosy
morning light. Gas lamps lend an ochre glow to the mist. This place really
feels like stepping back in time.
“How come no one knows about Camelot?” For some reason, I’m
whispering.
“It’s secret, of course.” She smiles at me. “That’s what makes it a
perfect place for spies. Only permitted ships can enter.” She sighs. “This
river is haunted, you know. I can feel it. A long time ago, the Fey used to
cut off people’s heads and throw them in the river, and now, I can hear their
spirits whispering.”
A shiver runs through me. “Oh.” I can almost hear their whispers
myself. “I didn’t know the Fey once lived close to humans.”
Tana smiles faintly. “Oh, yes, in peace for a while.” She cocks her ear at
the water, as if listening to something, then shrugs. “They named the tower
after the old Fey kingdom, Avalon.” Tana smiles wistfully. “In some parts of
Camelot, you can still find the roads and temples built by the Pendragon
kings long ago. The Pendragon walls encircle the city, hundreds of feet
high. A few hundred years ago, we stopped putting severed heads on the
city gates, you’ll be pleased to know. At least, I’m pretty sure we stopped.”
I clear my throat. “I’m glad to hear it.” That’s twice now she’s
mentioned severed heads.
“Our academy dates back to the Roman occupation of Britain. You’ll
learn all about it soon
It does not Hum
“But the veil doesn’t hum, Nia. It doesn’t make anyone’s skin prickle.”
I blink at him. “It does. Like bees. You haven’t heard it?”
“Only you can hear it humming like that. Because it resonates with your
magic.”
I frown at him. “No, you’re confused,” I say slowly, as if talking to a
little child. “I don’t have magic. I’m fully human. My dad is a boring
finance guy named Walter, and my mom…well, you’ve met my mom.”
“But you do have magic. A rare form of magic. You’re a Sentinel.”
I turn, gripping the rail again, and stare out at sea. “No, listen. I haven’t
seen Walter in a while, but…” Walter was definitely human. No one so
boring could ever be Fey. “Anyway, I’m fully human. I’ve never in my life
used magic.”
One of his dark eyebrows shoots up. “A Sentinel can disable the veil.
That’s what you did. You disabled the veil’s magic with your magic.
Sentinels are the only ones who hear the hum of the veil.”
I shake my head. “It must be one of the fugitives.”
“It’s not one of them. Sentinels are extremely rare, and it’s not them.
Only a Sentinel can feel the magic on the veil prickle their skin. Exactly
like you described. None of the fugitives heard the veil hum. Only you did.
And now, your vacation days are over because MI-13 currently has only
two Sentinels, and we need another.”
My eyes widen as his words sink in. When I think about it, Walter and
Mom cheated on each other all the time. I suppose my dad could be
anyone…
Oh, hell, no. I won’t be getting out of this easily, will I?
My jaw drops. “You can’t be serious. Me?”
The briny wind whips at the dark waves. “For reasons that
are beyond me, you’ve been born with a gift,” he says. “You
have a responsibility to use it.”