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To me, one of the great pleasures of writing is that it gives you the opportunity to explore those remote and uncharted waters of the English language in search of words that are not only suitable, but are actually perfect. Sometimes I can spend what seems like hours musing over different adjectives or alternative nouns, weighing up which one best suits precisely what it is I’m trying to describe to the reader.
The route back to her house took them traveling past the Red Maid’s school, created less than one hundred years ago on bequest of John Whitson, the then mayor and member of Bristol’s parliament; a position he held numerous times in his life. What the two weren’t expecting to appear in their path, a vampyre. His youthful appearance revealing he couldn’t be older than twenty-five at the most. His sudden arrival before them was cause enough to fill Aine with an unwavering fear.
“My beloved Trevor and I desire no such trouble from you loathsome vampyre.”
“You’ve found trouble with your travelling [...]
Prologue: Bengal, India - 1802
The woman’s breath was heavy, voice course, rough, like the skin of a rhinoceros. Air blew hot as a lion’s breath, forcing steam from the wastes the girl had cleaned again and again from her mother’s skin. The sandalwood smell of the rock hills infused the room, washing clean the scent of the next life, softening the sharp sounds of women gossiping in the rice fields, opening her mind to the cloudless sky. Over the chirrups and tittering of children running on the riverbank, the sound of one lonely girl chanting and keening slipped under the [...]
“Well ... anything there?” she heard him ask, his voice seeming to echo in the far distance. “Chalice?” She immediately heard quickened footsteps from the kitchen and Jeremiah burst into the room. Registering the expression on her face, he asked: “You alright?”
“I don’t know,” she said quietly. She couldn’t believe her eyes. At the bottom of the page was, like all of the other entries in the book, a symbol and a name to the left of it. Above it was a short passage of lines and at the top, the title. As he moved toward the firelight, she [...]
1820: London, England
Teeth clenched against the wrong thing she was sure to say, shoulders cramped and stomach churning, the Baroness Humphrey smoothed down the tiers of ruffles on her borrowed dress, tapping her toe out of rhythm to the music. The stays she wore so infrequently, but would never abandon in London, dug into her waist like a fork into flummery.
Bella tried not to stare into the looking glasses lining the Almack’s ballroom, hoping to appear insouciant, well above silly concerns of wardrobe and hairstyle, trying not to see her lips trembling. However, this only left her to look at [...]
She smiled and rose from the table to stoke the fire. “I think it needs more wood.” She disappeared out the front door and returned with a couple of solid blocks of split oaden. After placing them on the fiery heap, she snuggled into the rocking chair next to the hearth with her woolen blanket and the Delphaline. She slid off her soft, dark lambskin boots that matched her cloak and placed them to the side on the homemade rug. Then, she began to read.
As she skimmed the pages, reading passages from the entries randomly, she noted that each [...]
Erik sat back against the vinyl seat of the little electric cart and closed his eyes. The damp smell of Blacke Island’s ancient trees filled his nostrils as the little cart snaked its way up the meandering driveway.
He sensed Catherine turning in her seat to look at him and opened his eyes just in time to see a hawk swoop down near the edge of the water and catch a small rabbit in its talons.
“You began prep a week ago, correct?” She was speaking to him but looking at the folder in her hands. Erik tried to steal a look at [...]
In Rome's Revolution, during the 35th century, most of the travel between the stars takes place using PPT tunnels. However the word tunnel is misleading. We all think of a tunnel as dark hole that extends over some distance with a distinct entry and exit point. However, a PPT tunnel is infinitely thin. So thin that its edge is sharper than the sharpest blade ever constructed. It has been used to slice off hands, construct a campus (like in The Ark Lords) and yield other miracles.
Rei Bierak had the same notion as we do when it comes to the word [...]
How could something this wonderful have happened to someone like Ellen? A month ago, she was wondering how she was going to feed her children. Now, they had enough food in their kitchen that they could open a restaurant. Her mind wandered as she sat at her vanity and applied her make-up. She imagined her children going to the best colleges, something she had never been able to do. Tom would take good care of them. He was very close to his parents, so Ellen knew he would be a good father to her kids.
“If I had known you were [...]
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