Tag: fiction
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Book Review: The Hate U Give
In my quest to support black authors, I bought a few books not that long ago. The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas was the last on that list. I was hesitantly excited for this one. It’s realistic fiction, not fantasy, but it’s gotten a lot of acclaim, earned a few major awards, was even…
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The Magician’s Tower (Princess in the Tower #9)
Ella stared out of the window with her head resting on her arms. Her winged wolf, Count Saber, who was full-grown now, dozed by her feet with his wings sprawled out. She had half a mind to join him, but something kept her at the window. “How many years have I been in this tower,…
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Prayers to Maru
Enisthasia’s wings felt heavy as she flew through the door leading into the temple. The statue of the four-faced Godden towered over their subjects, flying without wings. She recognized Narivall, who knelt before Lyfa, in her eternal summer beauty. He’d been here on more than one occasion, perhaps still asking whether or not he ought…
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War Front
Location: eastern banks of River Ferix, Garizal/Alzair border. Commander Lekh grimaced as his squire, a young boy named Kalan, began to stitch a wound he’d taken defending the River Ferix. The damned Alzairan troops were giving him a bad name, and there was nothing to be done. The late Queen Dyandara had sworn troops would…
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Malthusia
Stadtholme, Nubik. Noya and Simen walked hand-in-hand down the streets of their beloved home as the sun began to set. The market district was especially busy today as the residents gathered for Malthusia. It was a celebration of the harvest, and while it usually began in the morning, the best part of Malthusia was when…
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Upon the Coast of Quirst
Dynol, Quirst. The coast. The Red Dragon burst into a flurry of action as it caught sight of land. Nevena Proksch, captain of the Dragon, had been sent by the queen of Nubik to land in the small country of Quirst. It was a strange little country, run by men rather than women. Better yet,…
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A Special Treat For a Birthday
Nyles, Cova-Wrehn. Within Fort Ardok. It was the eve of Orianne’s fiftieth birthday, and her grandson Cyril wanted to make it something special. It wasn’t every day that people made it to fifty! Grandfather Laurent only made it to forty-seven before he passed, the Lord bless him and protect his spirit. Caught the plague that…