Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"She gasped. It had been a long time since she'd felt his blood magic in her veins. Qadir rarely healed her. He did not believe in mending minor injuries- especially not the ones she suffered because of her own "rash" decisuons. The magic was an unpleasantly cold and prickling feeling beneath her skin, one that... Continue Reading →
"I’ve been thinking on your situation, vague as it is to me, and I can’t help but wonder if more people are lonelier than either of us will ever know. Maybe lots of people are walking through their days, lonely as can be and believing no one understands what it’s like. That’s not a very... Continue Reading →
"My name means fairy tale, which is fitting for the daughter of a storyteller who was once the North Wind. I was born in the winter in the midst of a howling snowstorm, sheltered from snow by a reindeer-skin tent and the fierce warmth of my parents' love. My mother laughed and my father cried,... Continue Reading →
"Wren saw now how passion was delicate and temporary, a visitor, a feeling that would come and go. Feelings fled under pressure; feelings did not light the darkness. What remained strong in the deep, the hard times, was love as an effort, a doing, a conscious act of will. Soulmates, like her and Lewis, were... Continue Reading →
"Gifts are fragile. You must never entrust yours to people who might break it."Holly by Stephen King Holly by Stephen King is a book that I have been waiting for since the moment Stephen King mentioned he was writing it. I love Holly Gibney, she first appears in the Bill Hodges trilogy, then in The... Continue Reading →
"She says it's too easy to call people evil instead of their choices and that lets people justify making evil choices. Because they convince themselves that it's okay because they're still good people overall inside their own heads. And yes, fine. But I think that after a certain number of evil choices, it's reasonable shorthand... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 