A Fortnight of Unicorns: Patched-Up Edition

As I mentioned the other day, I’ve misplaced the USB cable that connects my camera to my computer, so I have a lot of lovely pictures of unicorn paraphernalia trapped on my digital.

For instance, the picture of my lovely Avenging Unicorn Playset, which my same friend who made me the Astrid!Unicorn Hunter action figure gave me as well.

However, I have photographed parts of it before on the blog, so:

That’s part of it. The Unicorn comes with several interchangeable horns, and a variety of people to gore, including: a hippie-chick, a lawyer (pictured), and a mime. You can see the whole thing by following the link, above. Since announcing my new book, I regularly get emails from friends, colleagues, and strangers, asking me if I’ve seen this playset, (or the other varieties that the company makes: Patriotic Unicorn, Good Vs. Evil Unicorn, etc.).

I’ve got one! I love it! I love it especially because it’s one of the few bits of unicorn stuff in my house to adequately convey the evil nature of the killer unicorns in my book. Most unicorn toys are all fluffy (like the stuffed animal, below). This is an AVENGING unicorn. A few steps away from my man-eating ones.

In fact, I loved my avenging unicorn so much, I took it with me to Europe:

Here, the Avenging Unicorn poses in front of the famous mosaic of Alexander the Great (a replica, actually, the real one is in the museum in Naples), in the ruined city of Pompei.

And below, Sailor Boy the Avenging Unicorn returns the favor for the author:

That’s Alexander and Bucephalus, right next to the author’s left ear. A look at the close-up, however, reveals that Bucephalus in this mosaic is being depicted as an everyday war horse, which we know that he was not.

After all, you don’t name cities after a horse.

I chalk it up to artistic license. Artists! We they are always letting their imaginations run wild! This hard working Pompeiian mosaicist probably just wasn’t sure what a karkadann looked like. They’re very rare, after all. Had he (or she, could have been a she) traveled up north to Rome, however, she may have met a few women who knew all too well!