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An Excerpt: Curse Of Dragon's Claim

“Arianna, please come and sit down so I can fix your hair.” Alba waved Arianna over to the chair in front of a long mirror. “Sorry, I’m excited. Can’t sit down.” Nevertheless, Arianna obeyed Alba’s direction and sat down. “We must be ready to leave within an hour. It’s quite a drive to the Allegretti summer home. I’m eager to spend time there. It’s beautiful.” Alba flitted around as she brushed then braided Arianna’s long tresses. “I’ve laid your emerald dress out. If you approve, I’ll pack it. I’ve another for you to travel in.” She pointed to the yellow traveling dress. Arianna looked toward the bed where her garments were laid out in preparation. “Oh, a lovely choice.” “Yes, it is. I thought it would make a wonderful impression for this afternoon’s luncheon. In the evening, you can wear your scarlet dress. You’ll be breathtaking.” “Thank you, Alba. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “No thanks is necessary. I’m doing what your mama asked me to do.” Al

Expressions Of An Artist: The Whole Shebang

This was one book that I read twice to get a better understanding. It is definitely not an easy book to read. But this doesn't take away the beauty of its writing per se. I must admit, this collection did give me a writer's block of sorts for the simple reason that words failed to flow whenever I sat down to write a review post. Notwithstanding, its a collection of thoughts penned by the writer. This anthology comprises of varied topics on which Frances has expresses like an artist and as a poet. Musings have a mind of their own, especially when they flow straight from a writer's heart. Hence there are portions that are simple and easy to understand. Then there are writings that are simple but make the reader stop and think. And then, there are topics where both the writing as well as the expression force the reader to stop everything and ponder, so much so that every time they are read and re-read a deeper meaning is discovered. The writing style is not very

An Excerpt: Forsaken Heart

"Frails are not to be toyed with," Gawain ground out and grabbed the girl, spinning her away, his sword at the ready as the man heaved upward, a dagger clutched in his hand. Gawain's sword rested easy on his palm, ready, the surface slicked with blood as he faced the coward. "She's mine to do with as I choose." He gurgled, collapsing to the ground, his weapon falling from pudgy fingers. "Paid ten pieces of gold for 'em both, and I aim to get a might of use out 'em." "Now she's mine," Gawain declared. Raising his sword, he drove it through the man's chest, pinning his twitching frame to the ground. He stepped back, his gaze sweeping the clearing. Males such as this did not travel alone, his cohorts would be close. He'd need to find and kill them… Searing pain lanced through him, splitting his chest. Gawain glanced down. The thin, sharp tip of a blade stuck from his chest. He touched the blade and snarled. The me

Just A Thought About Love: Dhruba D Roy

' Love '  is a strange feeling. My upcoming novel talks a lot about ' Love ' and the silly things we tend to do when we are in ' Love '. So without any further ado let me talk a little about love and what you can expect from my novel -   My First Breakup . ********************************************************************* When we guys are in love with a girl, we tend to notice every minute details about our girl. We tend to notice everything, what makes her laugh? What makes her open her eyes wide in utter surprise? And what makes her angry? The little things that she does, catches our attention. Little things do matter a lot in  ‘ Love ’.  They say it’s a hormonal thing that makes us to think about the other person. Well, science isn’t everything and although it might be correct, but I don’t want to be that scientific here. What can  ‘ Love ’  be according to you? Smiling when he or she smiles, crying when he or she cries or caring for each other thro

An Excerpt: My First Breakup

This is it. One wrong move and I find myself crying to sleep. Days, maybe weeks of putting up the brave face. The ultimate, cliché teenage drama. Everyone has been through it and everyone has heard of it. But for me it was the first time. Maybe the last, hopefully.   So ,  wearing my heart on my sleeves, I fell in ‘love’. Not once, but twice with the same guy in a row. Tramp? No. I was in love. Deeply, madly, unconditionally. Until the hand s  of practicality  punched  me right  on my  face. I was left stranded and confused. Wondering why all  of  this was happening to me.  Another cliché moment. But for me, it was the first time. There is something about human nature which seeks for sympathy. Just had a breakup? The whole world is conspiring for you to be unhappy. No ,  I will not smile, the world is a cruel place. It takes days for people to get over it. For me? Well no surprise to you, it took a year. One entire year of  ‘the wait’. Sitting back now and thinking about it,