In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine. Maya Angelou I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights No
Category: Story
Despite the warning not to ‘judge a book by its cover’, I’d bet we’ve all been guilty of it more than a few times. A cover is a window of sorts into the book. It’s a test as to whether or not the book is worth our precious bookworm hours. Having passed that test though, there’s another favourite way to measure a potential new book: the opening lines. You know you’ve discovered a gem of a book when you open it and find yourself hooked in a single sentence. You want to continue reading. Immediately… but… mostly, it joins the
There are certainly more strong female characters in fiction now than ever before, but even with these changes, there is just as certainly, room for a wider and fairer portrayal of the world of women in media, and always cause for celebration of those which have stood out. The Damsel in Distress has thankfully, mostly, screamed her last plea for help, and we hear a lot about Kick-Ass Females in both book and movie culture but it seems to me that we often have a slightly different idea of what makes a woman ‘strong’. I love a fictional heroine who
Excerpt from my current draft of Book Two in the Immisceo series (Includes spoilers.) They stole through the forest like shadows, breaking through the thicket as dawn broke in the sky. As they left the forest, Ardeo moved fast beneath them and Luciana allowed herself a fleeting moment of peace as a fierce breeze whipped against her face, enough to make her eyes water. Nate clutched her waist. The solid warmth of him at her back should have been comforting. Instead, it was a tightening noose around her neck. He was right. This mission was dangerous. As dangerous as