Please don’t scold, I’ve been thinking about switching over to Blogger for a while now, just because they allow more freedom with free templates… No worries though, I will not be deleting this website, or the posts. You can either choose to leave me and forget all I ever said, or…
As you can see, there’s still no posts on it, but I just wanted to show you the template. I love it so much, it makes me giddy! =)
Thank you to all my followers that have chosen to tolerate my rambling and weird posts, it means SO MUCH to me that y’all were brave(or dumb? Lol) enough to do that. I hope you’ll choose to join me as I continue on this adventure the Lord has given me to pursue!
Ivory moonlight melts through the window curtains. It licks my face, tasting all my freckles. I’m not tired tonight. I wonder why?
I normally feel this way- antsy and worried- when Candace comes to visit me with monthly provisions. I grunt. I’ve always dreaded the visits, even when they were my only chance to human interaction.
I sit up, hiding my face in the shadows. A sigh slips from my lips, braking the silence that shrouds the room. I twist the curls of my auburn tresses into a tight braid that runs the length of my back. Slipping from my warm covers, I let my legs fall off the bed and hit the cold stone floor. My feet begin trotting across my room, my eyes, the dewy color of young budding leaves, travel the walls and the ceiling. Oh no- there it is!
Right in the middle of my ceiling hangs the monsterous gargoyle. It’s stony eyes carving fear into my heart. Etched into it’s side was in intricate design of swirls and arrows. Black shiny stones embellish the edges of the figure. The teeth gnaw out at me, it’s sneer gripping me. It always appears right there when…
A cold hand lands upon my right shoulder. I didn’t care to find who it is. I already know who it is. A quick rush of anger courses up and down my spine. I look around my little room. The window. Yes, that would serve a worthy escape vent.
“Clancy.” The single word is spoken in an airy singsong voice. Behind me hovered the most egregious woman on the face of Brunuak.
“What?” I spat curtly. I wanted so badly to turn around and snap fire, but I knew the consequences. I bit down, keeping my rebellious tongue in check.
“Oh, you’re not mad at me, are you? I hope it’s not for long. I have an… errand for you.” she taps her long talon-like nails against the wall. A chuckle tickles the trepidation crawling up my spine.
I scoff, mockingly throwing my head back. “So, you have another job for your little imp? What is it this time? Kill another Brukuanian soldier? Rob a nearby shop of its goods?” I narrowed my pupils on the window, ignoring the glare she was settling on me. “No. I’m done with the blood. I’m done with the stealing. I hate this. I hate committing crimes. I can’t. I just… can’t. Not anymore.” I frown up at her, but from my perch, I’m looking right up her hairy hook nose. I cringe in disgust.
A smug smile tugs on the corners of her lips. Wild humor teases her pale-red irises. Then, withing a heartbeat, her smile vanishes and all hints of jocularity vacate her demeanor. “Remember our talk,” she whispers coldly into my ear. Deliberately, she stalks out of my room, leaving an ominous sensation in the air.
I shiver as the stone door seals shut, battling the tears that threaten my pride.
Again I am in the dark, alone.
Again the window gapes sadly at me.
Thanks for reading! This was just another thingamabob I did acouple years ago, left untouched from the original- as painful as it may be. 😉 I was planning to expand, but decided to leave it unfinished.
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I’m so, so honored to be able to participate in The Rise Blog Tour! I’ve heard a lot about these books, so when I heard she was doing a tour… I basically freaked out to say the least. x) I will admit, I read this book a few weeks ago… and have read books since then, so you know how it is. Read a book, LOVE it, then read another book… LOVE that book too, and then suddenly… you’re not as excited about the first book anymore. That’s where I’m at with this review, and I apologize for that. Even so, I hope you enjoy!
How would you live if you knew the day you’d die?
Parvin Blackwater has wasted her life. At only seventeen, she has one year left according to the Clock by her bedside.
In a last-ditch effort to make a difference, she tries to rescue Radicals from the crooked justice system. But when the authorities find out about her illegal activity, they cast her through the Wall — her people’s death sentence.
What she finds on the other side about the world, about eternity, and about herself changes Parvin forever and might just save her people. But her Clock is running out.
Nadine Brandes is an adventurer, fusing authentic faith with bold imagination. She never received her Hogwarts letter, but rest assured she’s no Muggle (and would have been in Ravenclaw House, thank you very much.)
This Harry Potter super-nerd has been known to eat an entire package of Oreos (family size) by herself, and watches Fiddler on the Roof at least once a year. She writes about brave living, finding purpose, and other worlds soaked in imagination. Her dystopian trilogy (The Out of Time Series) challenged her to pursue shalom, which is now her favorite word (followed closely by ‘bumbershoot’.)
When Nadine’s not taste-testing a new chai or editing fantasy novels, she and her knight-in-shining armor (nickname: “hubby”) are out pursuing adventures.
As I already stated, I’ve heard a lot about these books. Fellow bloggers, Goodreads friends, and the like. Little did I know when I first began the journey, that this book would leave my world shaken for weeks.
Although book-hangers are not uncommon for me, this was a different kind. This was an I-CAN-NEVER-MOVE-ON-I-NEED-THE-NEXT-BOOK-OR-ELSE-I’M-GONNA-DIEtype of book-hangover. The worst part? I DIDN’T HAVE THE NEXT BOOK(still don’t, actually).
Okay. Let’s begin with the review already. ABANDON THIS ADO!… let the activities commence!
Oh. My. Goodness. I was not prepared to meet with such an amazing, unique, storyline.
At first, the only thing I could feel was depression. I was depressed because the first chapters are about her looking for a cool way to spend her last months, and she has no idea what she wants to do. Parvin wasted 17 years of her life; how can she possibly redeem the time within mere months?
Then, mind blown.
The whole story plummets (literally) into a hopeless-yet-hopeful adventure. Wow. That sounds cliche. BUT IT’S ANYTHING BUT CLICHE.
I really liked the idea with the Clocks, it was unique and added quite a touch to the novel. Obviously, to me the whole idea with the time being futuristic was enthralling. Although, there were some parts where I wished she would use more description, but that’s just me… being me. -_- *cough*
I loved the mystery of the world beyond the Wall, and those who lived there. It was an engrossing element in the book that drove a portion of the plot to perfection. 😉
Of course, like any well written book there were twists, turns, and just when you think you might hit a zig, Nadine takes you on a zag. I was constantly on edge, wondering, waiting.
In a nutshell, this book’s plot line hit home for this gal! 😀
Parvin Blackwater is not your common female protagonist. In her own way, she was determined and strong, but at the same time, weak and afraid. It’s complicated. She’s a complicated character, which just makes her realistic.
Although, she’s not the strongest Christian, her faith is what keeps her going. She’s constantly asking the Lord for guidance, signs, and just to guide her and keep her. Her faith in her Clock is just as resolved. She knows how many days she has left, so come what may, she ain’t dyin’ until those numbers zero-out.
Although I love Parvin, she’s an amazing protagonist, I can’t relate to her as much as I’d like to. Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s just her, but we’re just not two peas in a pod- WHICH IS NOT A BAD THING. I can love her and support her without being like her!
I loved her brother Reid. Although he had a smaller part in the book than other characters, essentially he had one of the biggest… if you take a step back and think about it. The whole idea with he and Parvin’s illegal activity was THRILLING to say the least. It was so complex and scary and ah! There was so much surprise and mystery within just that simple fact.
I loved the relationship between these two. Parvin and Reid had the perfect balance of strife and affection that all sibling relationships have.
In so many ways, Reid was different compared to Parvin. Unlike his sister, he had everything put together. He know what he wanted, and how to get it. Between the two, he would be considered the more successful one… and all that because of motives that even Parvin was ignorant of. Oooo! One of the many mysteries to be answered!
He was a special kind of male character. He wasn’t all that kind, and he wasn’t all that patient, to say the least. In the end, you know all was meant for good, but throughout the book he’s… not very nice, while at the same time being nice. He’s like Parvin that way- complicated. Of course, he was awesome. Nadine would be a cruel author to make him stern without being in one sense awesome. And although he doesn’t show it, beneath all his grim characteristics, you know is a fluffy marshmallow!
*blinks* Anywho. His relationship with Parvin is just as simple as his techy implants and tattoo. In other words, not simple in any way shape or form! Neither of them know what to think of the other, what to do with the other, and what to feel for the other. It’s kind of funny, actually.
And then there’s Willow, the darling of the book. Head-strong, determined, and adorable, she basically wins you over within the first chapter she comes in. 🙂 There were parts when you want to cry for her, then parts where you want to cheer for her. Out loud. But then you stop yourself because that would make you seem absolutely crazy and mentally challenged.
HAWKE. Solomon Hawke. Now this dude was a lovely character. His compassion and concern was just amazing. I mean, he made up for all the characters who lacked. Even though he had such a small part in the book, that didn’t stop him from making himself known as the kindest person alive. AH! I love this guy, y’all.
And lastly, the antagonist. I won’t mention names for the sake of mystery (eek!), but let me just say: WHAT. NO.
Yep, the villain is that kind of bad guy. Drives me crazy, but I love what they did to the plot. 😉
Okay, so some things to point out: there are several gory scenes, a small thread of romance(hardly even there, but still there), and a HORRID ENDING… if you don’t have the next book, of course. 😉 Cliff hangers kill me.
There ya go! I hope you enjoyed reading this review. 🙂
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Havilah loved the warmth of the room; it was such a contrast to the chilly gusts outside. Birth was sweet in so many ways.
She wiped away perspiration from her brow with her elbow, allowing herself of luxury of a breath. “Good job, Merri. Keep breathing…” she encouraged. Jumping up enthusiastically, she lowered herself near Marjorie’s stiffened body as her womb contracted.
“Ah!” Her mouth grew wide; her eyes were pinched together in pain, a very exaggerated wince. Havilah kept her tone low, but continued to soothe her with calming words. “Alright, alright, one more, then you can push, okay?” A bubble of giddiness couldn’t help but break a smile across Havilah’s face. She loved this part of labor.
Another chug of stifled energy exerted from Merri, and she pushed. A yelp slipped from her lips. Havilah stayed down, watching for the babe. She checked the momma, and noted her pink cheeks and flushed lips. Her black hair was roughly pulled back into a knot, but the front strays clung to the beads of sweat that glistened off her panicked face.
Almost as fast as Havilah could thrust her arms to catch the baby, black hair sprouted from the passage, followed by a swelling pink form. Her hands expertly caught the infant, stabilizing the neck under all the hair, and she looked down and smiled. A boy!
Before wiping off the little body, she attentively helped him get breaths of air. Handing him to his mother, Havilah broke her gaze from the babe’s handsome face, and watched with anticipation Merri’s expression. Arms reaching out, the young mother smiled at her child, grasping his pink body possessively. Havilah observed the smile that bejeweled Merri’s mouth, her face aglow with tears and sweat. “My son,” she whispered quietly. “I’m a mother of a beautiful baby boy!” More tears landed weakly on her cheek, joy twinkled sprightly in her eyes. She looked at Havilah and laughed. A gentle yet absolutely jubilant sound, like a trickling note plucked from a lute.
Havilah quickly got herself up to retrieve the father waiting outside the door. Before twisting the knob, she looked back at the mother and child. Merri’s expression was transfixed. Only one emotion swam within her eyes.
Wiping her hands on her apron, satisfied, Havilah continued out the door.
Thanks for reading! This is a little thingamabob I found in one of my old notebooks from a couple years ago. As I was typing it out, I was seeing plenty of things I’d like to change now, but still decided to post it as is. It’s a love/hate relationship between me and my old writings. ;P
“Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart.”
“And now, Israel, what doth the Lord thy God require of thee, but to fear the LORD they God, to walk in all his ways, and to love him, and to serve the LORD thy God with all thy heart and with all thy soul.”
“Shew my thy ways, O LORD; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day.”
Good morning everyone, I hope y’all are having a fantabulous start to your day.
I’ve been pressing the follow button on other blogs a lot lately. I love “meeting” new people– or, in my case, finding new bloggers that share similar interests. Last week I came across Abi’s blog, @HappilyAbi, and started exploring her corner of the internet. As I was scrolling through her previous posts, I stumbled upon a challenge… THE WISTERIA WRITER’S CHALLENGE.
I’m gonna be doing something different for the next few weeks. I’ll be doing a series on my little siblings(maybe I’ll throw in my older siblings at the end. Maybe)! Just short thoughtful posts. Enjoy. 🙂 Continue reading “Never Grow Up | Nathan James”