fantasy-young-adult

Keegan shuddered as he remembered the dragon. The sight of the enormous creature had stabbed fear into his heart. The beast had been so large and powerful. Giant, roaring bonfires erupted from its nostrils and mouth. It had fangs that were as large as swords, talons that were sharp as knives, and a tail that could have destroyed a stone wall. It had been a gallant and beautiful creature. So beautiful and powerful that it had also filled Keegan with an awe that made him love the beast and regret its demise.

How can stars shine facing your brightness if your beauty overwhelms them?

I was always taught to write the book you want to read. It's a philosophy I haven't wavered from since.

Once you become a known writer, you will not have bad books anymore. You will only have less good books than the good ones.

Marcus turned his back to her. He feared that if he saw her face, it might weaken his resolve. Love was indeed a madness.

The only limits that exist in fantasy are your own and this is the place where you can push them safely, testing yourself to find the places in your mind you may not know exists. Deep in these recesses you may find wants you never knew you had. Here, in this place, you have the freedom to luxuriate in unsated hungers.

Aye lass,_ nodded Gizurr, __ou are quite the beauty for sure. I__ certainly offer to buy you a beer or two if I ever met you in a pub and that__ a fact.__agni tutted and elbowed Gizurr in the ribs, __ave some respect, she looks young enough to be your daughter.___ell she isn__ is she?_ snorted Gizurr, __he__ been trapped here for over two thousand years, made to think that she__ an ugly old bird and fooled by some arse wipe into protecting a lump of rock that is perfectly capable of looking after itself.__agni pursed his lips and nodded slowly in agreement.

Once, we were a mighty nation Our people came from strong foundation Until cursed with darker days A dragon red came from skies blue Came and stole the things we once knew Making us humble, unknown But we were told one day of old That we__ give our throne of ancient gold To a prince and dragon slayer__ son For us to regain the ancient throne He will fight and bleed for our mountain home This dragon prince of Bowen__ line He will kill the drake that broke us He will remove the Witch who cursed us And become our King some glad day So now we wait ever patiently We wait for the one promised to make us free We wait for this prince to come

I__ not certain what I notice first, the bright flickering light that illuminates the darkness underneath my eyelids, or the shrill screams that pull me form the dredges of sleep. Either way, I__ awake. And afraid.

Teeth were created to be shown.

He__ a lovely guy, but there__ no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can__ legislate for chemistry.

How about a little teaser from CROWN OF ICE? Thyra Winther, the current Snow Queen speaks about her "home":At night the palace__ crystal halls are tinged sapphire. One of the first bits of magic that Voss taught me was to set the carved walls alight so that I__ not forced to walk the halls in darkness. I conjure a cold light that glows within the thick walls without melting the ice. I mastered this trick quickly once I knew what those shadows held. If I leave an area in darkness, they come__he girls who reigned as Snow Queen before me. __ must find it._ Their hollow words wind about me like a shroud. __he last piece. I must place it. Give it to me.

It__ degrading being routinely subjected to a battery of medical tests to ensure I continue to deserve a place in this new world.

So, Azalee__ When he turned to her, she stared daggers back__lmost as though she had read his mind. Can Chertzes do that? he wondered in a wild moment of panic.__hat?_ bit Azalee when he didn__ continue.Mighty Zeus, could he go five minutes without offending a woman?

An eerie feeling plagued the back of her mind, insisting that a supernatural force was within the room, or worse, within her!

Ducks, embrace me as your king!"--James Herondale.

I am the shadow of the flame.

Yeah, Horemheb, you are under my command once more. You might be the pharaoh, but I am Tutankhamun! - Tut Reborn by Cyci Cade