Hey, All. It's Me. Livebloggin' Redwall. Well, not really, because I already read all of them (13th person in the state of New York to get a copy of Doomwyte, but that's largely irrelevant). However, the list of books I deemed worthy of more than one read-through is small. In fact, there are at least two that I downright despised.
Some notes before we begin:
- This book is split into three sections, each with 20 or so chapters. Yeah, it's kind of thick for a kid's book
- I'll be taking this three chapters at a time. Otherwise, we'll be here Forever.
- The exception to this is this post, because just the Prologue has caused me to rant a lot.
- I have never done this sort of thing before. Professionalism? What's that?
My commentary will run like so, while
- Quotes from the book will go like so.
Well, without further ado, let us begin with
Well, it opens with this:
This is one of the easier ones to figure out, but We'll get to that eventually. Here, I'll post a snippet of one of the later ones.
You have no idea what that refers to, do you? I won't tell you. You'll have to wait 18 books for the answer.
Anywho, sidetrack. Our story begins with this:
- It was the start of the Summer of the Late Rose. Mossflower country shimmered gently in a peaceful haze, bathing delicately at each dew-laden dawn, blossoming through high sunny noontides, languishing in each crimson-tinted twilight that heralded the soft darkness of June nights.
- Redwall stood foursquare along the marches of the old south border, flanked on two sides by Mossflower Wood’s shaded depths. The other half of the Abbey overlooked undulating sweeps of meadowland, its ancient gate facing the long dusty road on the western perimeter.
- From above, it resembled some fabulous dusky jewel, fallen between a green mantle of light silk and dark velvet. The first mice had built the Abbey of red sandstone quarried from pits many miles away in the north-east. The Abbey building was covered across its south face by that type of ivy known as Virginia creeper. The onset of autumn would turn the leaves into a cape of fiery hue, thus adding further glory to the name and legend of Redwall Abbey.
How deliciously Purple, amirite? Another thing about this: This was meant to be a oneshot, but once the
money started rolling in kids realized that they loved violence, Jacques shifted the entire continuity to its own alternate universe... thing. That's the point behind the reference to Virginia Creeper. There's a bunch of other stuff, too, but We'll get to it soon... ish.