First review for the day. I was not able to finish the Lorien Legacies for one reason or another, and so we will see how reviews will break down from this point on. I hope you are all doing well Voidfriends.Continue reading “Refugee Review”
A soft murmur of voices cascaded through the tavern. Another person dead, last week, from what he could tell. A traveler from a distant place this time. Still, no closer to killing the beasts in the waters off the shore of the village. Still, no closer to saving the town from ruin. Many hunters were in the tavern, hoping to slay the beast. The glory, however, could only go to one of them.
“Are you going to stay, sir?” A small girl, no more than ten asked him. She was a pale thing, scrawny, and dressed in tatters. But there was a beauty to her that would come into fruition as she grew older.
“Yes, a room for one please.” He answered her.
“For a night or forever?” She asked with a tilt of her head and a small smile. From across the tavern he could see the tavern keeper, a beauty to behold in these parts. It was a wonder how some great noble lord had not swept her off her feet and carried her back to his castle. The woman must have been a cunning one, sweet words and bitter lies. A mother teaching this girl to con people with doe eyes.Continue reading “A Tale of Sea Songs [RW08]”
I know, I typically post my updates on Wednesdays. However, this upcoming Wednesday is going to have a lot of stuff. I just wanted to give you an idea of what April will look like.
Since isolation/social distancing is still in effect for where I live, I’m going to be posting a lot story wise, because why not. I also got a new request for reading an author’s novel. So be prepared for that around May (because I have my April TBR decided, and IDK if I’ll have time for it until after that TBR is done. OWLs come first, haha).
Additionally, if you guys are interested in a weekly writing competition, check out Penable’s blog. There is a weekly writing competition each week. This week I’m joining, because the concept is fantasy. You have until Tuesday to write something (story or poem). It seems like a lot of fun!
Until Next Time,
202 Days Until Collapse And the Uncertain End (Part 8)
Zeydar awoke with a gasp, pulling himself from the floor that was drenched in sweat. His head pounded with the lights that flickered, or perhaps his heart beat. He was not sure. Everything was far too bright, and he had no idea how long he had been out. Everything was eerily quiet save the thunderous sound of the shattered lights, but he knew that was his senses picking up on them for louder than they were. Magic circled around him, begging him to use it. His body was unscathed, and he felt refreshed in a way that told him he had healed himself when he had passed out.
The Council room was empty, not a soul to be found. They had not found him yet, and the Tower was still standing. Perhaps they were waiting to see if it would fall. Perhaps not much time had passed at all. The immediate danger was over, he knew, but the other danger was coming. Pulling himself to his feet, he moved from the Superior Council room and outside. Spreading his magic out he felt the city evacuated still. There was little to no life on the CloudCity floor, perhaps scavengers looking for things in Circle abandoned houses. He would not check.Continue reading “YP – B2: UtGoaFN – Chapter 48 (Chapter 94)”
202 Days Until Collapse And the Uncertain End (Part 7)
Zeydar walked through the flames of the street, pushing them back and leaving a path for the others to escape based on the route he had seen from Evester’s map. In an instant he knew how to help the Tower, not by memory but by magic. There was a map in the darkness, and Zeydar now knew where everything was, where everything to destroy would be.
He knew how to escape.Continue reading “YP – B2: UtGoaFN – Chapter 47 (Chapter 93)”
Whoops! I forgot to taste teas yesterday. I realized that as I was posting for today. Sorry, sorry. Here you go, Voidfriends, what you have (or have not?) been waiting for. Teas!Continue reading “March Teas”
The day was for monsters. The sun was for the beings that crashed through the forests, and controlled the waters. They thrived in the light, and used fire for protection and destruction. They were children of the heat, and inhibitors of the world. Their children, copious. Their actions, malicious. Their ignorance, incredible.
And the day was theirs.
There was a time, the elders told us, in which we traveled upon the earth in the day. When we did not have to fight for our lives, and cower in abandoned corners of the world. A time when our people sang bright songs, and guided the monsters. We had thought the monsters incapable of harm, like a child. We had believed them of us, but other in a way. Their otherness was far more than we expected.
And the day was theirs.Continue reading “Fairy Reverse Story [RW07]”
Car lights moved across the glass, refracting into the room and causing shadows to dance across the walls. Thunder rumbled as the sky was lit up once again in a flash of blue that did not belong to a car, lightning? Christopher sat with his back in a corner, breathing deeply. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to breathe as he pulled his knees closer into his chest. The nightmare had been a recurring one: clowns, smiles, guns, screams, and blood. He didn’t want to go to his parents. they didn’t know that he had watched the babysitter’s movie from the shadows of the staircase.
The house creaked. Old houses always made sounds. It was the way they breathed, his father told him. He didn’t like thinking that the house needed to breathe. The house wasn’t alive, or at least he hoped so (he’d seen a movie about a living house once). The house whispered out as if someone was walking through the halls. He knew that it was childish of him to even believe that someone was in his house. His parents had a security system, the best around. No one could break – there was the distinct sound of footsteps. The footsteps were heavy, much like his father’s before morning coffee. Christopher focused on the crack along the door frame, trying to decipher the shape of the changing shadow on the other side of the door. Car lights moved outside, causing the door to glow intensely. Then they bled, and shook, rattling and cascading lighting the world in fire. His entire world was shaking. The fans, the lights, his bed, his world, and he knew it was himself. HIs entire body was jittery as he tried to sit still, silent, hiding.Continue reading “Quake [RW06]”
So, second review of the day. I have at least two more for next week. After that everything is up in the air as I move forward. Wish me luck!Continue reading “The Shadows Between Us Review”
So hear me out. I actually finished American Dirt and this book last week. I had that review mostly done, then I realized there was a lot I still needed to do for it (audio files, getting picture and synopsis, making the rating). And I kinda just gave up. I decided to give you this review, and realized I hadn’t finished writing likes and audio files.
I’m too lazy, Voidfriends. So you only got one last week.Continue reading “A Good Girl's Guide to Murder Review”