My mother, my only surviving parent who I have adored since the moment the word "adore" entered my childish dictionary, has been bitten by a kuvarna. It was an accident which I was indirectly responsible for and has been driving me to climb walls, literally, in the last three days. And only her...
I never thought about it that way. Interesting and something I'll keep in mind. I actually forgot about prologues when starting on my second writing attempt otherwise, as you said, I would have put one in because I wouldn't have thought about not putting it in :P - it's just that my most...
I do hope you wouldn't mind reserving your no-prologue reading for a little bit and just read one? I have it up on my portfolio and I actually like my prologue better than chapter 1 as most of it is set up in a different world... :P read just a bit and let me know if you think I should cut it...
What about Enid Blyton? She has those amazing Wishing Chair series, Enchanted Faraway tree series (Moon-face, slippery-slip, silky, saucepan-man - totally awesome!), some fantastic animal-friend series that I cannot recall. Then there's Tamora Pierce, Patricia Wrede, Caroline Stevermere, and if...
ohhh lucky you - i have my 2 hour drive to look forward to tomorrow :( but work is pretty sparse at the office currently so I will most probably be browsing through this awesome new site I just found ;) - there are some great thoughts here, and I get so happy whenever I see a private...
Oooh thanks!!! It was wonderful to chat with you too! I have posted 3 chapters in my portfolio... iffff you have the energy to read through them, I would be very grateful! Any comments are appreciated, and don't be afraid of taking it apart! That's exactly what I need :)
If magic supply and use were to be unlimited, there would be no story - for the first unscrupulous, irresponsible magician who came into his/her magic would blow up the world... :P to exaggerate here. Also, if there is no decided system with laws, etc, i think the author could get lazy and just...
Chicago, September 5th, 2010 AD.
She ached all over. It felt as though a battering ram had been slammed into her poor body repeatedly, by some fierce heavenly avenger. The avenger must have also been exuding a great deal of bright white light, because her eyes seemed to have been blinded...
Jara’din’isk, 8th day of the month of Firi, 120th year Post Migration.
Fathomless green eyes blazed out of the mirror. They had long been compared to soft glades and verdant grass, but currently, they were more reminiscent of an unquenchable forest fire, sparking and flaring with restive...