They rose from the sea, sudden and quiet, like the wraiths that rose from the graveyard on moonlit nights. I knew their names like I knew my own. Naiya, an actual water nymph in her human form, showcasing the beauty of the water in her hair and sharp eyes. Volna, whose name translated to the waves she could control as easily as she did her fingers, Nyx came last, bringing along Tariq, who looked as near death as a person could look. I watched them walk out of the waves. With a sense of foreboding, I glanced once more to…
With his sea-green eyes,
and sinuous gait
he was a curse to most men.
The truth was worse.
Being beautiful was both
a blessing and a curse,
one that Aphrodite herself
had bestowed on him and
every firstborn child
born to the
There had been a time of course
that the goddess of love had loved
the house of Ouranos.
That had been before the youngest daughter
born under a hunter’s moon
had been talked of being even
more beautiful than
They should’ve known better,
but parents are forever boastful
and so she cursed…
In a world where books are being threatened by the Government in the form of the Media Betterment Committee, Libraries band together to form a military force that both act as librarians and protectors in arms about the books they guard in the library. The Library Forces are in charge of protecting the freedom of books that are being threatened by MBC’s constant raids and attacks on freedom of speech towards authors and creations that they don’t expressly approve of, their reach extending from the media, books, and the Libraries themselves. …
She couldn’t stop looking at him. The man who had saved her life so long ago. The man she thought was dead. “How — How did you find me?” She asked.
“I never lost you, sweetheart,” Allerick said as he moved closer, while Nazeen backed away. “I would never hurt you,” he said.
“I do know that,” Nazeen said, her hands flying about. “I also know that you have multiple concealed weapons in that jacket,” she said.
“Do you also know that you are being followed?” Allerick said, in a rasp, pulling her against him. He leaned over her pulling…
“All worthy work is open to interpretations the author did not intend. Art isn’t your pet, it’s your kid. It grows up and talks back to you.” — Joss Whedon
As a reader, we immerse ourselves into the unique world of novels, of the author. Some of these worlds are filled with fantastical creatures and lands beyond imagining, others are almost identical to ones we’ve always known. Whatever the world we choose, we enter it every time we pick a novel up. …
Find the hook and Sink it! Hi. Author of two fantasy novels over here. Working on a Romance for Harlequin Desire at the moment. VIVA LA REVOLUTION !!!