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“Looking at Estialog and his tired eyes, his hunching shoulders, the intricate lines across his sallow, grey skin, Gilferen realized that Knolan was not nearly as old as he and Locke made him out to seem. It was merely that they were so young.” Fellow readers, RoWers, and enthusiasts, brace yourself. I’m about to deliver…
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Grace over at the fabulous Books Without Any Pictures has lead me to a new challenge, and you all know how much I adore challenges. Found over at The Book Garden, the Tea & Books Reading Challenge easily combines two of my favorite things and I knew I would have to be a part of…
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“‘Temperamental?’ asked Jaxson, who didn’t know any better, his voice dripping with his sarcasm. ‘I know our young Gilferen here has a penchant for putting fire in women’s hearts, but this easily exceeds any prior scorned lovers thus far. What’d he do, love? Nasty disease, was it?’” Though this Sunday seems distinctly lacking in sun…
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It’s December 1st, and I did not win NaNoWriMo this year, just as I have not won it in the past three years that I’ve made the effort. I have to admit, though, I made a hell of a good showing and got much more dedicated, focused, and further along than I have in any…
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“‘Are you crazy?’ he demanded back, throwing up his arms in frustration. ‘Why would I be following you? Me and my five friends, no less, because we’ve nothing better to do than stalk around, following mad women through the streets. Hadesari’s Mask! What did I do to piss off the Ana’aea’aek now?’” Happy Wednesday, everyone,…
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“And so they continued up the gradual slope toward the stables, while Gilferen contended with the knot of dread in his stomach. It wasn’t exactly the gobbits that caused it, or even the dangers and discomfort of the desert ahead of them. It was just a good, old-fashioned bad feeling and he glanced toward the…
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“Naturally, it was with those final words that the gobbit released a massive sneeze, narrowly missing Taluin’s outstretched hand with a trajectory of thick, milky mucus. Placidly, it licked what remained dripping from his nose. ‘Oh, yes,’ Gilferen murmured, almost losing his straight face thanks to Locke’s snickering. ‘They’re just lovely.’” Hello, everyone! Today is…
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“As Gilferen contemplated the city disappearing behind them and the sand and sky stretching ahead, Locke gripped his sleeve for support. Faintly, Gilferen sent a grin his way. ‘This is absolutely insane, isn’t it?’ he asked. We’re actually going out there. We’ve all got to be stark raving mad.’” It looks like it’s my week…
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“There were no signs of scheming on that bold, frank face, though. Just the same hard determination that had always been there, with the faint mist of something else clouding his eyes. On closer inspection, Gilferen could find those eyes steadily on the back of Taluin Sera Cohl, on the long pale braid swaying slightly…
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“She said they would talk, but, only a few moments after Kadue had started to gentle stroke her hair, she had fallen into a deep, undisturbed, and desperately needed sleep. He stayed with her the entire night, helping her back into her shackles when the morning inevitably came.” I’ve said it before and I’ll probably…
L.S. Engler 