Mike Mearls, Stephen Schubert, James Wyatt (June 2008). Monster Manual 4th edition. ( Wizards of the Coast), pp. 150–151. ISBN 978-0-7869-4852-9. wrote a long essay about my thoughts on this but goodreads (predictably) ate it so I'm just going to summarise: Within these magical, ingenious stories lies all of the angst, horror and beauty of adolescence. A brilliant achievement." (Evie Wyld) As someone “becoming invisible” due to my age, I agree with some of the discussions about beauty standards and fertility. I thought the chapters on sexual violence and rape culture were well considered too and horrifying! I have some teenage memories of the 90s culture that the author discusses and her experiences of them made me reflect on my own experiences too. Completely agree about using Karen as a term to belittle the views of women when we do t have an alternative for equally racist and entitled men.

Ed Greenwood (October 1998). The City of Ravens Bluff. Edited by John D. Rateliff. ( TSR, Inc.), p. 96. ISBN 0-7869-1195-6. Though hags were known to inhabit both the Feywild and the Prime Material Plane, many were known to settle where the divide between the two was thin, allowing them to interact with beings from both realms. Even ignoring the Feywild, areas where magic energy was strong and the lines between worlds was tenuous were favorable to hags. For example, the ambient magical energy of a burial ground or a ring of fallen standing stones could still hold echoes of ancient, death-related power that a hag would wish to capitalize on. [2] All the standard sub-species of hags, in addition to night hags and silats, could also be found in the Domains of Dread. [23] Reproduction [ ] Hags typically dwelt in desolate regions with bleak and oppressive landscapes of all kinds, ranging from dark, thorny forests, gloomy, slogging swamps, bone-strewn glens, misty moors, stormy seacoasts, damp caverns, howling mountains, and biting tundras. [1] [8] Specific types had preferred environments but could be found out of them if traveling, part of a coven with more native hags, or if a long-range plan required a long period of time in an unfamiliar region, the lattermost option being most common for older and more powerful hags. [2] Folktales provide commentary on some of our timeless needs, desires and fears. Hag is ample proof of the fact that, in the right hands, the themes of time-honoured stories can still resonate with readers (and listeners) today. I write this review cautiously because (cards on the table), my views differ from those of the author on a few topics. My dad once said he didn’t think he should be able to vote in appeal the 8th because he was a man (he did vote the right way) and I feel similarly about reviewing this book in some ways as I don’t think it was written for me.

Apart from gods, hags were known to be spiritual in sense that they had their own superstitions, the most famous of them being the Rule of Three. The Rule of Three was a planar concept rooted in the realization that many realms and layers in the multiverse were arranged in multiples of three, and hags, as well as other users of witchcraft, were known to embrace the concept. As was said, all things came in groups of three, good, bad, and strange alike. Magic returned threefold upon its source, many spells were cast by chanting a phrase thrice, and covens required at least a trio to function. Though the oldest hags claimed to have invented it, or at the very least named it, [2] the narcissism and lying nature of hags made this seem questionable, [7] and there was also the possibility that some plane-traveling hags simply adopted the idea for themselves. [2] Magic [ ]

Ashleigh and George move to George's parents' farm, Sour hall farm after she inherits the farm. They start working on renovating and also how to make a profit from selling cheese and milk and the likes. It is rumored that the farm is haunted by The Boggart. Ashleigh starts to see some strange things that are somehow related to her past. Waterstones has said “there is no truth” in claims that some of its shops were refusing to sell copies of two books by gender-critical feminists. Gloomy as all this sounds, Hags offers a spirited and enjoyable reworking of a familiar subject – the devaluing of older women. Whilst there are some interesting observations, I cannot continue - Wolf comparing Covid 19 jabs to mass murder, & the biological woman beliefs of Rowling amongst many other things.I just don’t believe in repeatedly promoting and voicing negative views at the expense of others. We societally wouldn’t put up with it if she was being outwardly racist. Or xenophobic so why is transphobic ok?

Misogyny flourishes in spaces where it can be made to appear virtuous,” writes Smith. And that’s certainly the atmosphere that prevailed during the 17th-century witch-hunting era, when unruly women who gathered together to “gossip” or share subversive views were barbarically gagged with so-called scold’s bridles or, worse, executed for sorcery. It would take an embittered hag newly apprised of her own decrepitude to point out that things can only get worse. Still, as Smith points out, the demonisation of older women affects all females – particularly the young who, just like their forebears, will soon be on the wrong side of history. The idea that the person who gave birth to you, breastfed you, dealt with your tantrums and taught you how to use a toilet is a human being with an inner life just as rich as your own is an indignity too much for some people – some men, especially – to bear, the ultimate case of being beaten by a girl. Therefore, women’s link to physical dependency must mean they are purely physical creatures, incapable of interpreting their own experiences – “too stupid to understand their own jokes”, as Smith puts it. The life of the mind belongs to men. Women may be given guest access, as long as they are not yet subsumed into that “bovine” mass of middle-aged mothers. Women in middle age are far from elderly; most of their adult lives are still ahead of them. But, says Victoria Smith in Hags: The Demonisation of Middle-aged Women, once women are no longer young they are inevitably seen not only as past their expiry dates but also annoying, useless, entitled and embarrassing. Oh, and ugly of course.Bheur : The unrivaled masters of winter witchcraft, bheur hags were blue-skinned beldames that made cold seasons even harsher than normal. They were cold-hearted crones who reveled in the greed that bad conditions brought out. [2] I noticed this book as I was looking for things to read about ageism. This is so much better. Firstly, the author writes brilliantly. Her erudition is combined with the most mordant and effective humour. Secondly she argues so persuasively, her justified anger not concealed but always taking you with her through a crescendo of aspects of misogny towards her age group and older. the thread of comparisons to witch burning on the late Middle Ages were horrifying and fascinating.And I learnt a lot about the history of feminisms along the way as well as her arguments being about what is happening now.

The exact methodology and timing of it was argued over, but the general idea of the changeling or caliban, was that a hag replaced their daughters with those of other races to continue their lineage. Despite occasionally feeling the compulsion to procreate, hags had no maternal instincts and only rarely raised their spawn themselves if they planned to use them in a coven. Instead, hags had to go out and find a suitable newborn child to kill and replace with their own spawn, parasitically leeching off whatever race or culture the hag targeted as she sadistically watched her daughter's growth and the impact it had on those around them. [1] [7] [10] Smith also notes the disregard for older women’s wisdom accrued from moving through the world and navigating the many obstacles in their path, which is often seen as at odds with the more enlightened values of younger people. For instance, a middle-aged woman might reasonably express reservations at the notion that hair-pulling and choking by a man during sex signifies liberation, on account of her 40 or so years watching the goalposts being shifted around sex and sexual abuse for the gratification of men. Evie witnesses domestic violence caused by her father toward her mother. Her brother, Luke tells her a story of Pixies who live in their garden and beyond. Evie doesn't believe him until her wish comes true. I see a lot of people not liking this story mainly because of the grammatical errors. So, the copy I have did not have any of those issues, the grammar was spot on so maybe that's why I enjoyed it more. I also liked the story and the message that it sends. After reading the original story, I'll say that this is more like an extended version down a few generations rather than a full-on re-telling but it works here, at least for me. I liked it a lot. Robert J. Schwalb (December 2011). “Codex of Betrayal: Glasya, Princess of the Nine Hells”. In Steve Winter ed. Dungeon #197 ( Wizards of the Coast) (197)., p. 4.As the story went, when the world was young and dark, many terrors lurked in the shadows. and so the fearful races sought protection from that which went bump in the night. In response to these prayers, the moon came into existence, and with it a queen to command the light, Cegilune. Cegilune was a silver-haired beauty whose worship spread across the world and who received constant attempts to court her favor. She adopted the most pious and pleasing priestesses as her daughters and granted them powers they were to use to grant her greater status. Her prophets were given the ability to walk on water so as to spread her good word, the songs of Cegilune bestowed beautiful voices to allure others into service and her protectors the strength to protect other worshipers from harm. In her glory days she was feared and wondered, but success breeds complacency and complacency breeds failure. [7] Hags had no desire to be tied down by others, taking pride in their independence from the rest of the world, including from other hags. Nonetheless, despite how different they could be, all hags recognized each other as kindred spirits, members of a kind of sinister sisterhood by which they were undeniably connected. [2] [8] Even though hags didn't like each other, they were still members of their shadowy sorority and as such had to abide by an ageless code of conduct when dealing with one another. [2] [1] For example, they always had to announce their presence when entering another hag's territory, bring gifts when entering another hag's home, and keep oaths made to other hags, at least so long as their fingers weren't crossed. [1] This was an eerie story with just enough creepiness. I was on an edge throughout because of the way it was told but the twist wasn't as great as it was built out to be.