Timeless Night

If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose love... 



In an epic battle of good versus evil, one woman finds herself the focal point of a magical feud. Sabrina thought she knew who she was until a knight of long ago returns to steal her heart.

If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose love...

A silent guardian, Alexander has walked the corridors of time in pursuit of an end to a haunting prophecy. Sabrina has lived a life surrounded by modern magic, unaware that the greatest and deadliest of powers reside within her own soul. If it only takes the light of love to ignite the stars, what of the decadent seduction of darkness? All roads don't lead home and some myths only grow into legend. 

This is a debut Paranormal romance novel from miss Torie James who happens to be a friend and awesome writer. Look, read, spread the word. The more the merrier and I love it when we come together for new authors to show them the love.

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FF- Imaginary English and Freebie Friday

Two things for you today- read &enjoy. I'll make it short and sweet. 

This weeks Question:

Back to school. Create a reading list for the imaginary English Lit class you’ll be teaching this semester.

My reading list for an English Lit class-

Alice in Wonderland

The Monk by Mathew Lewis

The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield

I would choose these three books because they each represent something in the written world- Alice is that fantasy and internal struggle of facing problems. Plus I just love the poem.

The Monk because not only did the young man write it in a few short months way back in the day- but it also represents how a religion can effect the writing world.

Finally Thirteenth Tale- that's just plain damn good writing with a fascinating story. 

 

Now for Friday freebies:

Zombie stories from thirty-two of your favorite female authors!

**WARNING**This is a work of paranormal fiction that has elements of romance, thriller and horror.

Her whole life, it had just been the two of them. Before her mother’s last breath, she gave Camille the information she had craved her entire life: the identity of her father. Daring to contact him, Camille was welcomed by an entire family she never knew existed. But nothing comes without a price, as she discovers when her family claims a legendary heritage tracing back to a Centaur touched by Zeus.

Roseline Enescue didn't ask to become an immortal, to have all of the guests at her wedding slaughtered, or be forced into marriage with a man whose lust for blood would one day ignite the vampire legend.

 

WWW- 519

 

8 sentences from my current WIP Bloodstone

 Last Week's 8 sentences

 

She pulled the pan back and the door hinge creaked. Without another thought, Ebony swung the iron as hard as her small form would allow hoping to make contact with the intruders face. It connected with a sickening thump and she dropped the pan not expecting it to hurt when she hit him. The male form fell to the floor.

She flipped a switch and light flooded the kitchen. Broad shoulders slack against tile and his face had turned away from her toward the stove. Whoever the hell he was, Ebony intended to make sure he knew he’d just screwed up. Acting quickly she pushed a chair against the stove and grabbed some rope from under the sink.

WWW 5-12

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8 sentences continued from last Sunday's WWW from my novel Bloodstone. 
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She clenched her jaw and peered out. She cursed inside, without any lights on, she could barely see. Aside from the white kitchen tile, everything looked like a black blob of nothingness. Ebony slinked quietly out of the room to the kitchen, clinging to the wall, feeling her way. She edged toward the cast iron pan hanging above the stove. While her heart might be protesting in her chest, she’d be damned if some guy thought he could break into her house and steal any fricken thing. 
Ebony carefully slid the pan from the hook and snuck up to the swinging door to her father’s study. She heard the shuffle of shoes on carpet, so close she was sure he’d be coming through any moment.

'An Impression' snippet WWW 4-21-13

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8 sentences from my novel Bloodstone 

Continuing from last week which you can find here- all feedback welcome.

Ebony held no hope that she still lived, even in a magical world. The image felt more of the past than the future or the present. An impression.

Most of the time Ebony wasn’t even sure she really experienced magic. But there had always been this itching over her skin when it happened, like a residual coming and going of energy. She’d expressed it to her father once, long ago, and he told her she had been imagining things and sent her away. Deep inside, Ebony knew magic had existed once. Maybe not the kind of magic she read about in fairy tales with wands and potions and evil witches. But rather something that came from inside a person, lost somewhere in the depths of their souls.

O- Obscure Sorrows Dictionary

I find this to be amazing inspiration when playing with a new character and even my poetry- 

"
gnossienne

n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand." by JKcreative

More found here: http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/

What would you use it for?
Do You have a favorite site for character creation or poetry?

WWW- 4/7

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8 Sentences from my novel ~ Bloodstone ~ 

“Ebony?” a soft feminine voice whispered.

All the hairs on Ebony’s arms stood at attention as a cold chill sank into her bones pulling her out of memories. She turned toward the voice and saw nothing, “Wh..who’s there?”

“Don’t be afraid my dear. It’s me, sweetheart, your mother. I had hoped you would find your way to the graveyard.”

Her mind had to be playing tricks on her, or perhaps one of the others was. Ebony turned in a circle, her eyes searched for everyone else.

F- Fairy Inspiration

~City of Fae~

It was there when I fell asleep, my bedroom. I blinked several times adjusting my sight. I stood from my bed of rainbow colored flowers and spanned the area. Trees loomed before me with little lights coming out of holes like thousands of tiny sunrises.

I took a tentative step forward; the ground beneath my foot groaned, then gave way. I dropped, landing on my feet. A zing sang up my legs as I spied a giant root city. Fairies fluttered back and forth across huge toadstool walkways. Naked gnomes huddled in groups talking in high-pitched voices I couldn’t understand.

“Excuse me,” a tiny voice said.

I glanced down and a leprechaun darted over my feet and scampered inside a dim lit hole in the ground. A pixie flittered right into my face; instinctively I swatted the tiny creature away. She flew back into the wall and every bustling creature stopped. 

The gnomes looked at me then to the pixie. Fairies fluttered down.

“You don’t belong here.” A deep voice boomed behind me. 

I turned to face the voice and a giant butterfly flapped bright red wings, hovering at chest level. When I stepped back, I found vines wrapped around my ankles and fell flat on my rear looking up at the ugliest thing I had ever seen. 

A troll spanned the entire length of the ceiling to the underground city. It’s green face scowled down at me. A spittle of drool slid from the side of its twisted mouth and I watched in slow motion as it lengthened further and further toward my face. 

I closed my eyes and turned my body trying to escape it, and fell on the floor of my bedroom.

(copyright@2013 - Summer Ross)

WWW- 3/31

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   8 sentences from my novel Bloodstone

   The second Ebony stepped past the first stone, the sun blinked out of the sky and darkness descended. The smell of rotting flesh seeped into her nostrils and pulled the bile from the back of her throat. 

   She threw up just as Aurora stepped past, missing her dress but catching Aurora’s shoes. 

   Aurora jumped back. “Disgusting!” 

   Ebony wiped her mouth with the back of her bare arm, there wasn’t much else to use. “I’d say I’m sorry, but you deserved it.” Her stomach clenched.

WWW- 3/24

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8 sentences from my novel Bloodstone

   To take her mind off everything, she grabbed the envelope off the night table. She flipped it open and pulled out a white card laced with black ribbon. The hand written card revealed the first challenge. A high-heel race set for dusk tomorrow evening. Evidently, every “lady” should know how to run in high heels. 

   Ebony looked down at her three-inch footwear, her feet already sore from wearing them a couple of hours. How in the hell would she manage to race in them? 

   The smell of garbage floated up again.

WWW 3/17

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 8 sentences from my novel Bloodstone
* Sorry, I chose not to continue from last weeks mainly because I want to leave you all hanging- wondering what happens and why.

    Lady Charmaine sat upright when he entered the room. The woman couldn’t see him despite her sense of his magic.
    If anyone ever asked Razzle, Charmaine was over confident. His Master would find the bloodstone and beat the rebellion back. Charmaine wouldn’t even know what hit her. 
    Smelly human, he could claw at her insides and eat her fat while she gasped for air when his Master was through with them all. 
    Razzle giggled and licked his fingers. He sniffed the air.