Via Pinterest I've been playing the "how late can I sat up reading?" game for a couple nights now. It's going to get me in trouble. It really is. And I have work tomorrow, so.... Via Pinterest But anyway, today I'm writing about my favorite books. I promise to limit myself to about five or so, but cut me some slack, okay? Words are pretty much my favorite of all time. Via Google The Book Thief by Markus Zusak Set in World War Two, this is the story of an orphan, a fist-fighter, and the power of words. But no one can know Max the fighter lives with Liesel's family. If they are found harboring a Jew, all will change. In this time of chaos, Max and Liesel both find hope and refuge in books and writing. Via Google The Children of Hurin by J.R.R. Tolkein A story from before Lord of the Rings , a man is forced to watch every member of his family fall to tragedy and madness. Captured by Morgoth, Hurin sits and watches hi
Via Pinterest Please remember that it's okay to cry. Please remember that strength can mean talking too. Please remember that tomorrow brings another sunrise. Please remember that your laugh is a magical thing. Please remember that now will change. Please remember that you are alive for a reason. Please remember that all of this mess will work out. Please remember that hope changes everything. Please remember that dreaming renews your hopes.
From "The Dragon Books" Annnddddd........ We're back for a Teaser Tuesday!!! For anyone who doesn't already know, The Dragons' Stones is the novel I completed last year. It's synopsis is "Princess Ciara must retrieve the fabled Dragons' Stones or face life imprisonment. Aleksander hopes that by helping her with this quest, he will make peace with regrets from his past." From "The Dragon Books" No, I'm not going to tell y'all why this prompt fits into The Dragons' Stones . Just know that applies. Now, it's time for the teaser. Today, it's from Ciara's perspective. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I paused below a window as worry rolled down my shoulders to the ground. I knew. I remembered. I sighed with relief and kept moving until I was out of the village. Beyond it grew a forest. I marched between the trees. The wind hissed among their leaves, and then I
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