Posted 21 July 2009 - 05:52 AM
Jorram, on Jul 19 2009, 12:59 AM, said:
Erayle, on Jul 19 2009, 03:26 AM, said:
just gotta say after reading the book again (more carefully) i came across the part where Kallor was talking to an undead dragon, and they were discussing the Jaghut's only war - which i found to be really interesting, then Kallor says "This High King owes you an apology Gothos", so my thoughts drifted as to how many races/people could have been in this war - and how Hood might be the "Impossible victory in the heart of defeat" that was mentioned seeing as he is Jaghut. Any ideas on this?

I think it is pretty much the consensus that Hood is "the impossible victory" indeed. Fits more than neatly.
On the other hand, it's not as though Hood's ascension to the Throne of Death actually changed anything. Things still die. So i don't quite see how is that a victory.
Of course we are not sure what "death" looked like before the Jaghut war and why did they actually want to wage war, seeing as they are nearly immortal anyway. Even if arrogant as they are, every immortal being is likely to experience ennui at some point or other, and hence actually welcome death pretty much..
Maybe death lacked some sort of.. "organizing" which Hood imposed? Maybe Hood's warren is somehow an improvement over the old ice souls whatever thing. Who knows.
I hope to find out in Dust of Dreams or the book after then, i found that particular part to be very interesting, seeing as a whole entire race sacrificed themselves for others. also i think death was mentioned as a hold? perhaps in MT, and most Holds seemed rather unorganized. perhaps what was won was a new......manifestation of the warren, hmmm
Lives and loves, the gamut of existence was marked by such things. A breaking of paths, the ragged, uneven ever-forward stumble. Blood dried, eventually. Turned to dust. The corpses of kings were laid down and sealed in darkness and set away, to be forgotten. Graves were dug for fallen soldiers, vast pits like mouths in the earth, opened in hunger, and all the bodies were tumbled down, each exhaling a last gasp of lime dust. Survivors grieved, for a time, and looked upon empty rooms and empty beds, the scattering of possessions no-one possessed any longer, and wondered what was to come, what would be written anew on the wiped-clean slate. Wondering, how can I go on?