Novels
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“…’It’s such a pitiful waste, keeping you here,’ Tenenshe’ean sighed. ‘Or killing you, for that matter. My offer still stands, Auferrix. It’s not too late. At a single word, I could break these bonds. All it takes is a promise and, together, we can get rid of the fat pig, and we can rule A’aefar…
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I will not be posting a RoW80 update today; there is simply nothing very interesting to report. Instead, I have found myself in the midst of a novel conundrum. You see, I am a novelist deep within my heart and soul. The stories I like to tell tend to be great sweeping epics, more often…
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“She remembered everything. But she was starting to forget what the sun felt like and her favorite stars in the night sky, and she was starting to wonder why they hadn’t just killed her then, why they hadn’t killed her yet. She had been more valuable to them alive, that was it; if they had…
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” Taluin gave him a wan, indulgent smile. ‘That is how they are best known, yes. Such an act truly leads on to infamy. But they are also the First Six of Humankind, and they are also the Six Who Shall Return. It’s the latter part that concerns us so; it is a prophesy. And…
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” ‘Anything you were going to say to him, you can say to me. Sorry if you were hoping to make an appeal to his cock, but brains have to factor into this, too.’ Something flashed in her eyes as she narrowed them. ‘I was actually hoping to appeal to someone with heart,’ she…
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So, I was going through some old posts and things like that and ventured onto the awesome Lauralynn Elliott‘s blog to discover that she tagged me for the 7 Lines from the 7th Page Meme ages ago (interestingly enough on my birthday). I’ve been meaning to do this meme for a while now, anyway, so…
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“Locke jumped in his skin a little with surprise when Taluin stepped forward, close to him with her hands raised to take his face between her surprisingly rough hands. These were definitely not the hands of the noblewoman he expected her to be, and he was too surprised to pull away. ‘I though I’d seen…
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“D—m his eyes! The Other Wilkie was writing The Moonstone and there was nothing I could do about it. And he was the better writer.” “Drood” by Dan Simmons When I happened upon this big, heavy volume on the bargain table at Barnes & Noble, I found myself to be really excited. I needed more…
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“Gilferen couldn’t handle it anymore. He had the stone in his hand now and held it aloft. ‘Here it is,’ he shouted and promptly delivered it straight into the skull of its previous owner. It made a strange, dull sound, and the bear’s big, muscular body collapsed onto the floor, finally motionless.” This past week…
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“‘A misunderstanding?’ the man barked with disdain. A rough laugh exploded from his mouth. ‘Ha! Because there are so many sticky-fingered pale Northerners in this city to confuse you with. You took the stone, and I want it back.’” Things are starting to settle slightly back into order for me, though I know it’s going…
L.S. Engler 