So…. music inspires me, in case you can’t tell. And when I was writing The Promised One, that truth found no exception. Somewhere deep in the bowels of the singer/songwriter section of Apple Music, I found RHODES.

And my life was never the same.

His voice… like butter, baby. Like butter. (And he kind of reminds me of Ferryl a little bit. What do you think? Honestly, I love that in this video RHODES looks like Ferryl and Birdy looks like Elizabeth. It’s serendipity, I’m telling you.)

So needless to say about 93.37% of his songs became anthems for scenes in the book(s). This one, Let It All Go, being quite possibly my favorite. It’s no surprise, then, that some of the imagery in this GORGEOUS video inspired one of my favorite scenes in book two (and also the Færytale Castle art piece).

“I’ve always known I need you, Elizabeth. From the time we were young, I’ve known that I not only wanted you by my side, but I needed you, too. I need that clever mind of yours. That wit. That determination. Maybe I’m a piece of dandelion fluff dancing on the wind, but you, Elizabeth—you’re an oak. A tree planted by raging waters. Immovable. Immutable. And Providence help me, I’ve always known I need that. I need you.

“But when I walked away, when I turned my back on you for what I thought was the last time, it hit me. I finally understood it, Elizabeth. Maybe I need you, yes. But maybe… Maybe you need me, too.”

~The Purloined Prophecy, Chapter LII

Oh, Ferryl. Keep fighting for Elizabeth. You’ll never lose a woman you pursue with your whole heart. ❤

So check it out, and sound off in the comments. What do you think? Does RHODES look like Ferryl? (The answer is yes, yes he does. 😂)

Okay, okay, I know…. it’s not a new book. I get it. You’re probably even rolling your eyes at me right now, wondering why in the world I’m making a recommendation for a book that is from the 1970s…

Here’s the deal. It’s perfect. I mean it. Fantasy. Romance. Humor. TONS of tongue-in-cheek sarcasm. So much satire… SO MUCH. It’s delicious, y’all.

If you’re like me, you grew up on the film. In fact, in my elementary school, superiority in the four-square game depended on who could quote the most lines from The Princess Bride. Guess who always won? *ahem* (In case you’re worried about my arrogance, don’t you fret. My superiority in movie-quoting would soon be thwarted by my marked disadvantage with anything remotely athletic.)

And if you’re also like me, it never occurred to you to actually read the book.

Lo and behold, at 35 years of age, I finally bought the novel.

And now I am sad that I never did before. Good lord, it’s perfect. I’m telling you. It’s the funniest, cleverest, sweetest, most brilliant piece in modern literature. Hands down.

And the author even fooled me. From the movie, and from the book, I had assumed that The Princess Bride was an adaptation of some ancient book by S. Morgenstern. William Goldman claims, throughout the book, that he is abridging one really long, boring book, to make it reflect the parts his dad read to him as a kid.

Nope.

Sir William wrote the whole darn thing. And his asides are probably my favorite thing ever. I’m telling you, (finish this blog) and GO BUY THIS BOOK. RIGHT NOW. YOU NEED IT IN YOUR LIFE.

As a side note, I recently re-watched the movie, hoping to introduce my children to it, and make them fall in love with its brilliance. I had visions of my seven and five year old sitting with me by a crackling fire, giggling in all the right places, cowering at the sight of the shrieking eels…

But like so much of motherhood, I was sorely disappointed. They didn’t really care.

Not yet, anyway.

But I won’t give up. Just like Westley, I will chase them down until I make a believer out of them.

But in my re-watching of the film, I realized that somewhere, subconsciously, I must have written Prince Ferryl to be just like Westley. Those blue eyes. That messy thatch of blonde hair. That devil-may-care grin. His unfailing love for one woman, no matter the cost.

Yes, Prince Ferryl is my unconscious-now-conscious nod to perhaps my favorite man in literature.

Read The Princess Bride.

And then read The Promised One. <—- shameless self promotion.

You’ll thank me you did.