Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Dark Heroes

I've always been fascinated with reading and writing about dark heroes...here's why.

Monday, August 27, 2012

The Girl In the Steel Corset by Kady Cross


STORYLINE: In 1897 England, sixteen-year-old Finley Jayne has no one…except the "thing" inside her
When a young lord tries to take advantage of Finley, she fights back. And wins. But no normal Victorian girl has a darker side that makes her capable of knocking out a full-grown man with one punch.
Only Griffin King sees the magical darkness inside her that says she's special, says she's one of them. The orphaned duke takes her in from the gaslit streets, against the wishes of his band of misfits. And Finley thinks she might finally be a part of something, finally fit in—until a criminal mastermind known as the Machinist threatens to tear the group apart….

MY THOUGHTS:
I'm a fan of superhero stories, and this kind of sounded like one—a group of talented teens defending their country from an unknown evil genius—with added steampunk flair. I'm also fascinated by characters who struggle with a dark side, and Finley Jane, the main character, is the perfect candidate—a girl version of Jekyll and Hyde.

The characters seemed a little flat, though not horribly so. The worst part, for me was that the author put two—yes, two—love triangles into the story. I also think that Finley's struggle with her dark side ended a little easily, but I guess with the aether, you can (presumably) do anything.

That's another thing that might present a rough spot for some readers—the mystic Aether, basically the spirit realm of the book. Griffin can access the Aether and use it's somewhat magical powers for things like emitting blasts of energy and calming Finley when her dark side rears its head. I didn't care so much for those sections of the book, especially when Griffin uses it to contact his deceased parents. It just touched a little too close to the occult for me.

Coupled with quite a bit of cursing (though nothing above PG-13 range, certainly) and some sensuality (though not nearly as much as the cover would suggest), I would say that this could be given to older teens with a mature understanding of how the spiritual side of life really works.

Rating: three out of five stars

Friday, August 24, 2012

Guest Post: Janalyn Voigt and Shae of Whellein



Janalyn Voigt’s epic fantasy trilogy, Tales of Faeraven, will release with Harbourlight Books. Janalyn also writes in the western romance genre. She is represented by Barbara Scott of Wordserve Literary. Her nonfiction publication credits include Focus on the Family, Scripture Press (now David C. Cook) and Pentecostal Evangel. She serves as a literary judge for several national contests and is an active book reviewer. Her memberships include ACFW and NCWA. Janalyn lives in a quiet corner of the Pacific Northwest, where she discovers worlds of adventure in the great outdoors.

DawnSinger BlurbThe High Queen is dying… At the royal summons, Shae mounts a wingabeast and soars through the air to the high hold of Faeraven, where all is not as it seems. Visions warn her of danger, and a dark soul touches hers in the night. When she encounters an attractive but disturbing musician, her wayward heart awakens. But then there is Kai, a guardian of Faeraven and of Shae. Secrets bind him to her, and her safety lies at the center of every decision he makes. On a desperate journey fraught with peril and the unknown, they battle warlike garns, waevens, ferocious raptors, and the wraiths of their own regrets. Yet, they must endure the campaign long enough to release the DawnKing—and the salvation he offers—into a divided land. To prevail, each must learn that sometimes victory comes only through surrender.

To benefit the readers of this blog, Shae of Whellein, the main character from DawnSinger, first of the epic fantasy trilogy, Tales of Faeraven, granted a rare interview to Janalyn Voigt, her author.

Janalyn: Tell me, Shae, why you always seem to be at the center of trouble.


Shae: I often wonder that too. Problems just seem to follow me around. Maybe I’m too much like my brother, Daeven. He didn’t want to settle down to the responsibilities of a first-born son, so he ran away to sail the seas. They say wreckers lured his ship to its doom on the Coast of Bones. I don’t want to end up like Daeven. If only I could be more like my twin sister, Katera. She seems made for a simple life. It doesn’t help that sometimes visions warn me of lurking evil, or that souls touch mine in the night.

Janalyn: Visions of evil? Souls touching in the night? That sounds serious.

Shae: Things have gotten intense ever since Kai rode into the garden at Whellein Hold on the back of a wingabeast, a kind of winged horse ridden only by Guardians of Rivenn. Kai brought a summons that changed my life forever. But he was followed.

Janalyn:  Followed? Why?

Shae: Ask Kai. He won’t tell me his secrets, no matter how irritated I become.

Janalyn: For those who haven’t met him, who is Kai?

Shae: I’m not certain I really know. He’s always been there, in the background of my life. But things have changed, and I’m not sure where I fit in his life any more.

Janalyn: Won’t he tell you that either?

Shae: He says he loves me, despite everything. I’m grateful for that anyway, especially after what happened that night with Freaer.

Janalyn: Care to elaborate? Let’s start with introducing Freaer.

Shae: Beyond the fact that he’s a musician, I don’t exactly know who Freaer is either. He fascinates me, and whenever he’s near I don’t feel quite – safe.

Janalyn: But something happened with this Freaer you don’t know?

Shae: Don’t look so smug when you say that! I’d answer your question but Kai told me not to tell.

Janalyn: *Sigh.* I begin to understand why trouble follows you around. So, is there anyone else we should know about?

Shae: Well, there’s also Elcon, heir to the throne of Faeraven. I’m drawn to him, and he seems kind. He’s sad right now because his mother is dying, and I think he’s a little scared. He’s young to become a High King, especially with trouble brewing in Elderland.

Janalyn: Do you think the evil you mentioned earlier lies behind the trouble in Elderland?

Shae: I don’t doubt it. There’s an answer somewhere in all the riddles that surround me. I know it. I only hope I can find it in time, and that I’ll have the courage to face the trials that come, no matter what they cost me. Maybe then I can redeem myself a little.

Janalyn: Thanks for being so candid, Shae. I appreciate this chance to get to know you better.

Shae: Thanks for thinking of me. I guess we’ll both find out what happens as you continue writing. What are the names of your novels again?

Janalyn: I’m glad you asked. The three books in the Tales of Faeraven trilogy are DawnSinger, Wayfarer and DawnKing.

Thanks, Janalyn and Shae, for taking some time to visit with us on Magical Ink! Readers, if you're interested in DawnSinger, here are the links where it is available for purchase:

Amazon



Barnes and Noble

Also, Janalyn is graciously giving away a copy of DawnSinger. If you would like to enter, please submit your name and email as a comment. Thank you for reading!

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

By the Ticking of Your Heart

My steampunk flash fiction piece, By the Ticking of Your Heart, is up at the New Authors' Fellowship today! 

Monday, August 20, 2012

Tyger, Tyger by Kersten Hamilton


STORYLINE: 

Teagan Wylltson's best friend, Abby, dreams that horrifying creatures--goblins, shape-shifters, and beings of unearthly beauty but terrible cruelty--are hunting Teagan. Abby is always coming up with crazy stuff, though, so Teagan isn't worried. Her life isn't in danger. In fact, it's perfect. She's on track for a college scholarship. She has a great job. She's focused on school, work, and her future. No boys, no heartaches, no problems. 

     Until Finn Mac Cumhaill arrives. Finn's a bit on the unearthly beautiful side himself. He has a killer accent and a knee-weakening smile. And either he's crazy or he's been haunting Abby's dreams, because he's talking about goblins, too . . . and about being The Mac Cumhaill, born to fight all goblin-kind. Finn knows a thing or two about fighting. Which is a very good thing, because this time, Abby's right. The goblins are coming. 

MY THOUGHTS:

I'm nowhere near as Irish as the Wylltsons, but I loved the mythology of Tyger, Tyger. It created a unique framework for the story. The way some characters occasionally spoke in Gaelic made it all the better, even though some of the words looked like complete nonsense. The story felt quite dark, but that was also true to the nature of the myths its exploring.

I loved the characters. Next to Abby, Aidan, and Finn, all outrageously unique characters, Teagan felt like a normal teenager next to the others, but that made her unforgettable as well. The romance between Teagan and Finn felt predictable, though fairly solid, until the end where she doesn't even want to talk about it.

There is some sensuality and cussing in these books which, while not enough to make me uncomfortable, ensured that I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone under 17-18. Tyger, Tyger is an excellent novel with cool characters. I can't wait for the rest in the series!

Rating: five out of five stars

Friday, August 17, 2012

Guest Post: Terms of Service by Cindy Koepp


The shuttle landed on the space station with a thud that had an emotional impact like the crash Sora had lived through as a child. Eyes artificially widened, Sora paid the pilot and led Pashan out to the hangar. He kept his pace slow for her little legs and joined the end of the security line.
The hangar was a huge, box-like structure decorated with safety and instruction signs in English and Aolanian. He'd read each one in both language twelve times before they reached the front of the line.
The security console had a scanner port and a screen.
After a soft chime, a hyper-polite female voice came on. "Please hold your ID card in front of the scanner." The instructions repeated in Aolanian.
Sora pulled out his ID and followed directions. A red light passed over the card.
"Thank you." The voice spoke Aolanian only now. "Please select the reason and duration of your visit from the list. If your reason and duration are not available, select 'Other' and a security agent is with you shortly."
Probably not. They are human, so they are tall.
The screen showed two columns. The left column gave times ranging from less than an hour to over a year. Sora selected four hours or fewer. If they stayed any longer than that, Pirien would have his scales for missing dinner. The right column gave a list of reasons for the trip. He tapped on the one marked "I visit a friend."
"Thank you. Enjoy your stay," the system said.
The green light came on, and Sora helped Pashan present her ID card. Once she was allowed through, he led the way through the winding corridors. As they neared Kirsten's quarters, his stomach went into a flat spin and his hands shook.
He took a deep breath and blew it out. The last time he'd felt like this, he'd been trying to glue together the courage to ask Pirien's family if they would consent to him as a her husband. He could only hope this meeting turned out as well.
One hundred twelve point six two meters from the checkpoint marking the beginning of the military sector, Sora reached Kirsten's door and stopped.
"–any idea what this is about?" Peter's deep voice came through the door.
"None." Kirsten's voice was harder to make out. "He just asked if–"
Pashan jumped up and triggered the door chime. "They are easier to hear if we are inside."
"Yes, little one." But then I have to be brave, and I do not wish to be.
The door opened. Kirsten stood there wearing slacks and a buttoned shirt that was practically her uniform when off duty.
She smiled and stepped back. "Come in. Can I get you anything?"
Sora gestured Pashan in ahead of him. He mentally swapped languages to English for Peter's sake. "No, no, we eat before we come over." Besides, if I put anything in my stomach right now, I guarantee it does not stay there.
Pashan raced into Kirsten's apartment and went straight to the cardboard toy box Kirsten had stocked with puzzle books and pencils.
She is happy for hours. His eyes widened.
Sora climbed up onto Kirsten's solid blue fabric couch and looked up at the far corner of the room. Meeting the eyes of his friends was too hard. He waited for Kirsten to settle at the other end of the couch and turn to face him more directly.
"You're the one who brought the agenda, Sora." Peter, in his own uniform of tan cargo pants and a green t-shirt, sat in a squashy armchair and sipped a fizzy, purple soda. "What's up?"
Sora drew a deep breath and blew it out. "I do not know how to ask."
"Just go for it." Kirsten's smile melted some of the ice lining his intestines.
"How do I get into the military?" His words tumbled out as if in a race.
Kirsten exchanged a look with Peter. "Why would you want to do that?"
"Yeah, I can't think of anyone less suited." Peter set his drink on the end table next to him. "You can't join up and then refuse to pick up or handle weaponry, y'know."
"To be Christian, I must, yes?" Sora glanced at each of them.
Peter leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "What gave you that idea?"
"Well, I go to the church Kirsten tells me about, the one that meets on the freighter near my home ship." Sora clasped his hands in his lap to hide their shaking. "They are very nice people. When the service starts, they sing 'Onward Christian Soldier' and 'Battle Hymn of the Republic.'"
Peter looked at Kirsten. "'Battle Hymn?'"
"'Mine eyes have seen the glory–'" she began.
"'–of the coming of the Lord.' Got it. Go on, Sora."
"Yes, yes, and then the preacher speaks of David, a great warrior, and God says David is a man after His own heart."
"And so you concluded that–" Peter laughed.
Sora's eyes narrowed. He turned to Kirsten. "I am wrong?"
She chuckled. "You are confused, my very good friend. When a church puts together a worship service, they sometimes align the music and the preacher's message on the same theme."
"Yeah, and David was described as a man after God's own heart, but not because he was a warrior." Peter took another sip of his soda. "Whenever David messed up – and he did a phenomenal job of messing up now and then – he sought God's forgiveness and put his trust in God in some really dark times."
Kirsten rested her elbow on the back of the couch and her head on her hand. "In fact, David wanted to build a temple for God, and God sent a prophet to tell David to back away from that plan because he had been a warrior."
"So, Christians do not have to be in the military?" Sora asked.
Peter shook his head. "Nope. In fact, I didn't become a believer until after I was discharged."
Sora looked up at the ceiling. "My two greatest teachers are in the military, so when the preacher speaks of David, I think this is a requirement."
He blew out another breath. All the tension building up since church that morning drained away.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Survey the Terrain Before Jumping Wholeheartedly

Letting a story simmer? Nah--let's just jump in without knowing anything!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Novel Spotlight: Remnant In the Stars by Cindy Koepp

STORYLINE:

Two hundred years ago, the Aolanian home world exploded and a remnant of survivors escaped. As their convoy combed the galaxy looking for a new world to colonize, they discovered Earth and were given permission to establish a temporary base while they continued their search for a new home world. When an Aolanian exploration vessel goes missing after transmitting a garbled distress call, the uneasy alliance between the humans and the Aolanians is put to the test as two anti-Aolanian groups jockey to use this opportunity to press their own agendas by foiling the rescue mission.

Because his daughter was onboard the Kesha when it vanished, Calonti Sora reluctantly signs on as an astrogator with the Gyrfalcon, one of the ships in the search party. There he meets up with an old human friend, Kirsten Abbott. Together, they work to overcome prejudice and political plots as they race toward an enemy no one could expect.

MY THOUGHTS:

Remnant in the Stars is a fun science fiction read. The characters were well-drawn and believable--I especially loved Sora and his curiosity.

I loved how the Aolanian culture was so well-thought-out. The speech pattern took a little getting used to, but Cindy did a good job with making them sound alien, but not incomprehensible.

The writing style felt very simplistic and almost, at times, sparse, but it fit well with the technical-minded characters. 

The Christian element was very strong, but I didn't feel like it was really preachy. It fit well with the story, and discussions about the characters' faith felt like it arose naturally out of story circumstances, instead of being shoved in unnecessarily. 

There was no objectionable material in the book, which was pretty awesome! I'd feel comfortable recommending this to a teenager, and it might even make a fun family read-aloud.

Rating: four out of five stars

Friday, August 10, 2012

On My New Favorite Genre

Last year, I listened to an audiobook of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. It was the first book I'd picked up by randomly hearing something about it on the Internet/knowing the author's name thanks to Doctor Who. I loved Gaiman's DW episodes...I figured I'd love Neverwhere.

What I did not know was that it would spark an obsession with urban fantasy.

Urban what? Fantasy who? That's normally the looks I get when I talk about urban fantasy. (Hmm...kind of like the reactions I get when I talk about steampunk, or when I say that I think Star Wars is a science fantasy, not science fiction.) I clearly love obscure speculative fiction genres. Here are some facts and thoughts about my new genre obsession.

What is urban fantasy?

It's fantasy defined by the setting: an urban environment, mostly big cities like New York and Chicago, that exist in the world as we know it. So you couldn't set urban fantasy in New-New York, or a steampunked version of St Louis. The world has to operate the exact same as our world, with one exception: "supernatural" creatures and happenings and, if you like, magic. The atmosphere of "big city" defines the genre. It is most often set during contemporary times, though there is urban fantasy that goes back to the Victorian age (I would argue that's blurring the line between steampunk and urban fantasy, however.)

My urban fantasy series, The Underworld Mythos, thus far has settings in (or under) Springfield, Missouri; Chicago; New York and the surrounding countryside; and, as a deviation from the norm, much of the last half of the series as well as the prequel will be set in Upper Michigan, mostly around the Marquette area, but also in remote areas such as Copper Harbor.

Creatures of urban fantasy

Anything you would see in normal fantasy fiction: zombies, werewolves, vampires, demons, angels, elves, goblins, trolls, even mummies. Often these creatures are given twists on their traditional fantasy roles in urban fantasy, and creatures normally seen as evil can often be protagonists or love interests--such the popular (gag) cliche of making vampires good guys.

In The Underworld Mythos, my "creatures" are fae--faeries (or elves), goblins, trolls, etc. I keep some of the traditional stories about them (for example, the fae are divided into two courts, the good Seelie and the malevolent Unseelie) but add my own twists on others (rowan does not repeal fae, but the leaves of a rowan tree are a popular mind-altering drug.)

Popular stories that are urban fantasy 

I would term the Artemis Fowl series an urban fantasy, as well as novels like Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles series. Other stories include the Dresden Files (which I've never read), and, according to some, the Twilight series. I say leave the wussy blood-sucking fairies to paranormal romance and let us urban fantasy lovers enjoy an Edward Cullens-free world. ;)

Bad stuff about urban fantasy: 


Unfortunately, urban fantasy can be over-sexualized, as I discovered when I picked up The Iron King from the library. I got real sick of reading about "love"-lorn fey and...once AGAIN...the author put in a love triangle. Grrr. Spare me.

You can also run into the problems of really nasty sorcery-type stuff in urban fantasy--from browsing through popular titles, I've seen a lot of stories featuring witches. Then we get into the whole undead issue with vampires and zombies. Some books featuring angels and demons can be OK, but some get get very wacky from a spiritual outlook.

Cool stuff about urban fantasy:

Urban fantasy can sometimes bring to mind the magic in the mundane. It reminds me of the things that are unseen in our world and the spiritual battles that affect our lives.

And, I mean, come on...biker elves? OK, maybe that doesn't sound awesome to everyone, but I like the idea. ;)

Urban fantasy books I love: 

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman (Cautions: Language...not a lot, but when the characters swear, they don't mess around with the mild words. Some sensuality.)
The Realms Thereunder by Ross Lawhead (yes, Stephen Lawhead's son. It is amazing!)
Tyger, Tyger by Kersten Hamilton (Cautions: Mild sensuality. Some cuss words, mostly rude or mild but a couple of harsher words, some complete and some cut off.)
Percy Jackson and the Olympians series (Some mild language, lots of Greek/pagan beliefs, but a good way to understand the Greek gods and myths better)

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Seeking Honesty

Be honest and open with the people you love. You might end up helping someone.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Angel Eyes by Shannon Dittemore

STORYLINE:

Once you've seen, you can't unsee. Everything changes when you've looked at the world through . . . 
Angel Eyes

Brielle's a ballerina who went to the city to chase her dreams and found tragedy instead. She's come home to shabby little Stratus, Oregon, to live with her grief and her guilt . . . and the incredible, numbing cold she can't seem to shake. 
Jake's the new guy at school. The boy next door with burning hands and an unbelievable gift that targets him for corruption.
Something more than fate has brought them together. An evil bigger than both of them lurks in the shadows nearby, hiding in plain sight. Two angels stand guard, unsure what's going to happen. And a beauty brighter than either Brielle or Jake has ever seen is calling them to join the battle in a realm where all human choices start.
A realm that only angels and demons-and Brielle-can perceive.


MY THOUGHTS:

The almost lyrical prose threw me off a little in the first chapter, simply because I wasn't expecting it in a YA book. I especially loved the descriptions of Brielle's emotions and feelings throughout the book.
Normally, I roll my eyes at teen romance, but in Angel Eyes, I was rooting for Jake and Brielle to be together from the start. I knew he would be good for her, and I thought Jake's determination to take care of and fight for Brielle was incredibly sweet, something more teen romances books could benefit from.
Of course, being teen romance, we have to have some of the prerequisite he's so hot moments, though because of Jake's gift, most of those turned into humorous moments that they ended up laughing about.

There were a couple of plot points that blew me away and a couple that left me feeling meh. One of the things I disliked the most was how powerless I felt the Christian characters were against the demons. The whole demon plot of "Jake has a powerful gift, so let's turn him to evil" felt a little flabby compared to the rest of the book.

And again with the romance, we have the kisses--and I know I'm probably the only person who thinks this, but I'd love to see a teen romance where the characters (especially ones as dedicated to each other as Jake and Brielle) save their first kiss for their wedding day. It would definitely be unique.

Altogether though, I really enjoyed this book. I thought that it was unique in the realm of supernatural fiction,  very age-appropriate and I wouldn't hesitate to hand it off to a 15 or 16-year-old. I eagerly look forward to book two, Broken Wings!

Rating: four out of five stars

**I received this book for free from Thomas Nelson in exchange for my honest review**

Friday, August 3, 2012

July Writing and Excerpts

While Forged Steel is waiting to be edited, I've had my hands full with quite a few short story projects!

First off, my steampunk short story Gears, Grease, and a Little Bit of Magic is live on the ResAliens site!

The editor at Othersheep Magazine requested that I make a few small changes to Dragon Dance, so I did so and re-submitted the story.

I also re-edited and submitted Healing the Sky for the Alternative Witness print anthology, which is now slated for a September release. Space Wings (originally appeared in DDM) and my urban fantasy short (in the same world as Forged Steel and its sequels) Underworld Incident will also appear in that anthology.

I've begun work on a fantasy story titled Darkglass. It's a bit different for me, as romance and politics are more central to the plot than any other story I've worked on before. I have high hopes for this story...which I shall talk about at a different time.

I've also been completely engrossed in a short story Mirriam and I are writing together for the League of Extraordinary Scribes. It's called Face, and it's an urban fantasy about Unseelie and Seelie gangs in high school who are forced to work together to prevent another human/fae war from breaking out. We're trading scenes back and forth--she takes care of all the ones from the Unseelies' perspective, I do the Seelies' point of view. This has been the first story in a while that I've felt really, really excited about. I really love all the characters, though there are so many of them! (Ten, if you include our villain.) I keep forgetting about people...in fact while writing out the plot line, I completely forgot about one of Mirriam's characters. When I sent her the plot line, she emailed back and said, "Looks great!...but you forgot all about Ren!!" Oops. ;)

EXCERPTS

Excerpt from Darkglass:

Oh, wonderful. No wonder Fachtna had been giving me daggered looks in the past few months. If he'd heard these rumors, he would suspect the worst—that I'd been bribing or somehow coercing soldiers into loyalty to me, so that I could ensure Fachtna would never gain the throne.
"Why don't you drown that sort of yap when—"
The doors creaked open, and a group of people—soldiers, Fachtna, and Father, plus several I didn't recognize; two women, a young man about my age, and a man about my father's age—King Brennan, his son Alban, and his two daughters, Avelionni and Eilis.
They stopped a few feet from the grate, catching sight of me and Toff. My father's face, always reddened thanks to his love of drink, deepened to a shade of purple. Fachtna pressed his lips into a thin line.
Toff reddened and slunk out of the way.
I stood, my socks sizzling a bit when they hit the cold floor. "Greetings." I made a bow toward the guests. "Welcome to Castle Te'richna."
"Mollan!" Father's teeth made an audible grinding noise.
I made eye contact with the two women. The one with chestnut hair looked affronted, but the blond woman had the tips of her fingers over her mouth, just concealing a wide smile. No—a grin. I could see pearly teeth flashing in the firelight.
Fachtna stepped toward me and, in a low tone, hissed, "You're making a disgrace of yourself and your family, brother." His face was close to matching the purple in Father's.
"Calm yourself, brother—that's an unhealthy shade you're turning." I couldn't help myself—I grinned.

Excerpts from Face: 
In Everstone High, there was a third rule you learned to follow if you wanted to live through the four years required to graduate.
Appearances are deceiving.
Shylocke himself, a senior, looked safe, especially when compared to Aron. He had respectably shaggy hair the color of wheat stubble. He wore distressed jeans and graphic t-shirts, usually sporting crosses or fleur-de-lis. His green army jacket that was covered in patches was always with him, even in the summer. He was usually smiling. It was when you looked into his silver-gray eyes, eyes the color of the coin that Shylocke was always playing with, that you realized he was not safe. He was just as dangerous as Aron, but Aron was more honest about it.
Shylocke's inner circle was no exception.
***
"Could it be someone imitating Argetlam?" Madea asked. She leaned against the back of the chair in front of Shylocke, idly swinging a sandaled foot back and forth. "A fae serial killer obsessed with the prince of the Unseelie, maybe?"
"No way," Edan said. "Not even the Unseelie like him anymore, thanks his betrayal in the last war."
"You're actually defending the Unseelie?" Tiberius raised his left eyebrow. "That's new."
"I'm stating fact," Edan said coldly.
Shylocke pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Of all the places he could have chosen, why did Argetlam decide to come here, to Everstone, to start his killing spree? Why was he back now?
(You can read some excerpts from Mirriam's scenes here, at her blog.) 

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

NAF: A Nitpick On The Dark Knight Rises

Been there, done that. I expected more from the director of Inception.

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