Hypnosis and Mind Control in Literature
So, in the same vein as our threads chronicling the instances of our favorite subject in visual media and video games, I'll add a section for the random bits of hypno you might find in literature. This is different from the other story threads where the goal is to post works focused on mind control. This is more when it just happens to pop up.
My first example comes from the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. In the most recent book, Oathbringer, we're given details on some of the most dangerous creatures in service to the great threat Odium, named the Unmade.
Among their number is Ashertmarn, the Heart of the Revel. An eldritch abomination that whispers to mankind to cast off their selves and indulge in their vices, to rejoice and welcome the end of the world rather than fight back.
"Give it all to me. Give me your passion, your hunger, your longing, your loss. Surrender it. You are what you feel."
Shallan hears his tempting whispers a few times, but her spren Pattern helps drown out the influence. The Cult of the Moment is made of those who gave into his offers. During "The Revelry" in the palace, a group of people aimlessly walk around in a circle, glassy-eyed, mumbling to themselves, while occasionally snatching some food or wine from tables they pass to eat. Further into the circle are those completely consumed by their emotions, crawling around on all fours all but mindless.
My first example comes from the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. In the most recent book, Oathbringer, we're given details on some of the most dangerous creatures in service to the great threat Odium, named the Unmade.
Among their number is Ashertmarn, the Heart of the Revel. An eldritch abomination that whispers to mankind to cast off their selves and indulge in their vices, to rejoice and welcome the end of the world rather than fight back.
"Give it all to me. Give me your passion, your hunger, your longing, your loss. Surrender it. You are what you feel."
Shallan hears his tempting whispers a few times, but her spren Pattern helps drown out the influence. The Cult of the Moment is made of those who gave into his offers. During "The Revelry" in the palace, a group of people aimlessly walk around in a circle, glassy-eyed, mumbling to themselves, while occasionally snatching some food or wine from tables they pass to eat. Further into the circle are those completely consumed by their emotions, crawling around on all fours all but mindless.
