/lit/ - Literature

I just finished reading The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander, and I'm reminded now of how full of shit people are when they think this whole inclination fantasy authors have of taking the protagonist's love interest away from him is anything new. This garbage has been one of the most nasty thorns in the side of fantasy writing for a long damn time. And the saddest thing is that this wasn't really in any way a bad fantasy book until this part, aside from Eilonwy's annoying speech quirk and Hen Wen running away all the time.
Of course, by that time the Sons of Don had their chance to attack. You should have seen the golden banners. And such handsome warriors.” Eilonwy sighed. “It was—it was like—I don’t even know what it was like.”
“As soon as I saw Lord Gwydion,” Eilonwy put in, with an admiring glance at him, “I knew he was the one who should keep the sword. I must say I’m glad to have done with the clumsy thing.”
“Lord Gwydion,” Eilonwy called, as he rose to leave, “what was the Horned King’s secret name?” Gwydion’s lined face broke into a smile. “It must remain a secret,” he said, then patted the girl gently on the cheek. “But I assure you, it was not half as pretty as your own.”
Lloyd Alexander, you are a faggot.