“Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.”
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side and it stared at him with bright eyes.
“Say ‘Nevermore'”, said Shadow.
“Fuck you,” said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.
Oh come on! You guys had to know I was going to tackle this one! It’s got everything us weirdos are supposed to love: mist filled Victorian settings, semi-obscure literary references, blood and guts! But I’m trying to play it straight on this blog, so we’re going to focus on what I, as a feminist eclectic witch, find most important: strong female characters! Since the second season finishes up this coming Sunday, now’s as good a time as any…
Oh Marie Laveau! Anybody whose ever been the least bit interested in New Orleans voodoo has heard the many legends of Marie Laveau. She led huge dances is Congo Square that scandalized all of white New Orleans. She led enormous rituals at the shores of Lake Pontchartrain every St John’s Eve (the night before midsummer, or the summer solstice). At one of these rituals, she was taken by the lake, never to be seen again except for the type of glimpses usually reserved for ghost stories.
Trying to trace the historical Marie Laveau is a tricky business. She was actually two people: Marie Laveau (1794 – 1881) and her daughter, Marie Laveau II (1827 – 1895?), who sometimes went by the name of her father, Paris.
I am the wife of the laird of Balnainn
The faeries have stolen me over again…
I promised this part of this blog was going to be about modern mythology, or at least how mythology is viewed by modern people. Outlander is a show based on a series of books by Diana Gabaldon about a woman, Claire, who travels back in time from post WWII to the mid 18th century. It’s been billed around the interwebs as a kind of Game of Thrones for chicks (more on THAT in a minute), but once you scrape off a bit of the prestige cable drama schmutz there’s a lot going on here.
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Lucina's Cauldron 