After having a vision of her brother burning alive, 19-year-old Myrna finds herself in the middle of an epic battle between good and evil. An average college student from Florida, she wakes one morning on the Steampunk planet of Thule, home of the demon-dragons responsible for her brother’s death and many other atrocities in the news. She meets Michael (19) who explains that according to prophecy, Myrna must gather the remaining six Vigorios (child warriors) then train with the Majikals on an enchanted island. But first she has to get there.

Reluctant to lead, she nonetheless agrees, battling dragons and monsters along the journey, locating three of the Vigorios. However, complications occur when three young men, not Vigorios, are drawn to her and two of them, her sweet & sensitive trainer Michael and a brusque, sensual half-naked warrior, insist on accompanying her.  The third, a dark and handsome, charming, intelligent rogue with possibly dark motives, drops in occasionally to stir the pot.

Characters with horrific pasts like Brigid (17) who was kidnapped for child slavery and watched as three demon bullies “accidentally” killed her baby sister or Tien (10) raised in the foster care system going from one abusive home to the next or Liam (18) whose best friend died of a heart attack while playing a vile video game and then his mother was murdered in her bed, give readers a reason for cheering these heroes to victory.

Book 2, Harpies, follows the remaining 3 Vigorios as they battle Harpies, dragons in hand-to-hand combat, nightghasts, a warlock and more in their journey to the island. Along the way they find friendship and love, trust and distrust.

Book 3, Majikals, follows a year of training on the Enchanted Island of Caldelub where the Majikals escaped after the Great Shuddering. Here the Vigorios will discover themselves and each other as they learn weaponry, majik and love. But everything on the island is not as it should be and trouble begins when the Vigorios find this out.

Book 4, Uprising, follows the Vigorios and the others who choose to accompany them on their return journey. But travel is not as easy as it was before as Narciss is now aware of the prophecy and his danger.

Book 5, Annihilation, concludes the series with a massive battle between the Seraphym of Asgard and the Dragon-Demons of Tartarus. The Vigorios and friends assist the Seraphym thereby fulfilling the prophecy. But things may not always conclude the way one would assume.

The Seraphym Wars     Prophecy Book Video

The Seraphym Wars   Vigorios 7: ODYSSEY (Book 1)

Going through a rather stressful patch with little to no chess. This weekend, however, I managed to play through a master game. I neglected calculation and simply tried to anticipate move candidates. The game was Euwe – Keres 1948. Here are some chunks from the game.

Bishop sacrifice followed by queen intrusion and rook lift:

Let’s not forget that pawn forks exist in the middlegame and for rooks, too:

My favourite chunk of the game: the “poisoned rook”:

In other news, I’ve added the Chunk! training section where all gifs are posted in their raw form for quick perusal.

There are a lot of vampires in Greek folklore. In fact, where we have one name for undead creatures who inhabit corpses and suck the blood of the living, they have a crapload of them. I’ll feature one of them today, the Keres, who just love to steal corpses (although why they’d want to is beyond me).

Keres

I’m cheating here. Keres are not exactly vampires. What they are is spirits of the dead that escape from the jars that the Greeks used to use as coffins (I’m going to write something about Greek death rituals pretty soon. It’s interesting stuff).

Keres aren’t that interested in sucking blood–that’s the part that makes them not vampires. Technically, they’re ghouls. What they love to do is to steal corpses. Frankly, I don’t want to think about what the keres do with those dead bodies. Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure it’s not sunshine and rainbows.

Now just because keres are more interested in the arteries of the dearly departed doesn’t mean we should invite them into our homes with open arms. You see, keres spread disease faster than the most flea-bitten plague rat.

Luckily there is a preventative measure you can take that will keep keres out of your humble abode. Just paint tar or something equally sticky on the doorframe of the entrance to your house. If any keres tries to get in, they will get caught in the stickiness like one of those fly strips with disgusting dried fly corpses on it.

Sources

The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters
by Rosemary Ellen Guiley

Gombát szedni.

(Mushroom by leaf16)

For quite a while I’ve been contemplating starting a blog. But I kept thinking, “No one is interested in my thoughts.” But then I kept reading that as an author I should do this, so here goes. For over 20 years I’ve had a story running around my brain like a hamster on a wheel. I’d get up at 5:30 am and write a chapter, then go to school and teach my lovely 5th and 6th graders. This lasted for a few months then the chapters got put away in a file cabinet and forgotten. This was before computers and everything I did was handwritten. The funny thing is, what I finally wrought is in no way even related to what it started out as 20 years ago.

In the meanwhile, I started my own family by adopting a precious baby girl, so between being a new mommy and teaching, the writing took a far back seat. Then I had precious baby girl #2 and adorable baby boy #3. Still the writing sat in the file cabinet. Lastly, we adopted the final sweet baby boy #4 and shortly after that I retired from teaching permanently.

By that time, we were living in the countryside of North Florida and I was running a vacation rental business out of the log cabin on our property. So I took my computer to the cabin every morning after the school run and wrote and wrote. For 18 months I did this and out came child #5: The first book of a series called Between the Dark and the Light: Vigorios for Alcedonia Volume I.

I was a very proud Mama and immediately sent my baby off to a publisher so they could tell me what a wonderful thing I had birthed. But, of course, that’s not what happened at all. Instead, I spent the next 18 months rewriting, revising and editing to make it the truly wonderful story it is now.

For an excerpt from Between the Dark and the Light go to the excerpt page of this blog. Tell me what you think. Each post I’ll list a new chapter so subscribe and get a good idea if you like it, then buy the book!

For quite a while I’ve been contemplating starting a blog. But I kept thinking, “No one is interested in my thoughts.” But then I kept reading that as an author I should do this, so here goes. For over 20 years I’ve had a story running around my brain like a hamster on a wheel. I’d get up at 5:30 am and write a chapter, then go to school and teach my lovely 5th and 6th graders. This lasted for a few months then the chapters got put away in a file cabinet and forgotten. This was before computers and everything I did was handwritten. The funny thing is, what I finally wrought is in no way even related to what it started out as 20 years ago.

In the meanwhile, I started my own family by adopting a precious baby girl, so between being a new mommy and teaching, the writing took a far back seat. Then I had precious baby girl #2 and adorable baby boy #3. Still the writing sat in the file cabinet. Lastly, we adopted the final sweet baby boy #4 and shortly after that I retired from teaching permanently.

By that time, we were living in the countryside of North Florida and I was running a vacation rental business out of the log cabin on our property. So I took my computer to the cabin every morning after the school run and wrote and wrote. For 18 months I did this and out came child #5: The first book of a series called Between the Dark and the Light: Vigorios for Alcedonia Volume I.

I was a very proud Mama and immediately sent my baby off to a publisher so they could tell me what a wonderful thing I had birthed. But, of course, that’s not what happened at all. Instead, I spent the next 18 months rewriting, revising and editing to make it the truly wonderful story it is now.

Next blog I’ll tell you how I ended up in the Victorian house in the middle of North Florida. It’s quite a story, too.

Here’s an excerpt from Between the Dark and the Light. Tell me what you think. Each post I’ll list a new chapter so subscribe and get the whole book for FREE!

All that’s necessary for the forces of evil to win in the world is for enough good men to do nothing. Edmund Burke

The village blazed high into the night. Those who could escape screamed as they searched for family members. Others, trapped, shrieked as they burned.
The young priest, alarmed by the cacophony, rose from his meditations like a deep-sea diver who surfaces too quickly, frightened and pain-filled. Building timbers groaned then thundered in collapse under the licking flames. Children wailed. Mothers yelled. Victims shrieked. Monsters roared.

The air, acrid with charred flesh and wood, burned his nostrils. Screaming people ran for shelter. Once any of the wooden buildings in this tightly packed village of row houses and shops caught fire, the entire village began to burn. There was no place to hide. The village, hundreds of years old, had been constructed of wood cut from the surrounding forest. Cottages clustered together along a narrow dirt path interspersed with taller buildings, the living quarters above the shop at street level.

The priest left the supposed sanctuary of his church, built into the side of the mountain on the outskirts of the village and stood on the high stone steps while he watched the horror. Orange, yellow, red with blue hearts the flames’ chaotic dance wove mesmerizing designs against the black backdrop of night’s theatre. Clouds of purple smoke billowed upward obliterating the moon.

A young child ran wailing toward the church, his tiny body ablaze after a narrow escape as the family’s small cottage collapsed. As soon as the priest saw him he ran down several steps before being stopped by a deep voice in his head.
“You must guard what must never be destroyed.”

“But the boy, Lord Laudius, I must save him.” He ran down several more steps, aware of the danger overhead but driven to save even one life. This movement caught the slit red eye of the aggressor who circled in his direction, then apparently saw something of more immediate interest.

Eyes wide and heart drumming against his ribs, the priest watched as the boy was clasped and lifted high by long claws of malevolence, screaming and wriggling. Leathery wings whooshed like a blacksmith’s bellow feeding the devouring flames. Moments later a small leg then an arm thudded in the mud. The priest turned his head in shame.

“There is no shame. You could not have saved him. He is safely home with me and happily rejoined with his family.”

“But Lord, there are others who are yet alive that I could save,” the young priest pleaded, hearing the screaming villagers. He took several more steps toward the town. The dragon turned his bloody snout and red eyes on the priest, servant of his archenemy.

As he dove toward the priest Laudius, his God, roared in his head, “NO! You cannot save these children, it is too late. Their home is now with me. But you must save the others.”

“How?” he pleaded anxiously. “I am powerless against these leviathans!” Looking up he saw the beast hurtling toward him, neck outstretched and mouth open wide to release a stream of death.

“You must run and hide. Take what is precious. Find no shame, if it saves my children it is honorable.”

“As you say, Lord,” the priest, filled with sorrow, immediately turned his back on his burning village. With a stone in the pit of his stomach he ran back into the church. Outside he heard the screeching roar and felt the building vibrate as he was sure the demon lit it aflame. Trembling hands that faltered the locking mechanism several times finally opened the hidden door behind the altar, leading to a secret room, which stored irreplaceable parchments and artifacts. Forcing his eyes to adjust to the dimness he frantically located the particular parchment in his charge and secured it against his skin beneath his robes. The bitter odor of smoke drifted down from the burning belfry.

Back in his personal room he threw his rough brown cloak around his shoulders, clasped the brooch at his chin and grabbed what few personal items he desired. Knowing he had minutes left he ran back to the safe-room and added any artifacts or parchments that would fit into his rucksack. Nearing the wide wooden doors he heard the roar of the demon flying overhead and knew he had no time left. Peering through the glassless window in the door, crying, he saw the devastation of his sweet village and its even sweeter residents. For centuries they’d been happy, left alone by the king of darkness. Watching for a time when the beasts were distracted so he could get away, he waited. He could hear the belfry collapse. The church quickly filled with smoke. Soon the fire spread to the beams in the upper rafters.
He looked into the sky through the window.

Overhead dragons glided through the darkness languidly circling as they gloated. Red eyes pierced the murk and smoke glaring at the hysterical residents. Throaty laughter filtered down to the shocked villagers. They stopped running and turned sooty faces upward as the demons flew past the full moon – their sinister serpentine shadows elongated on the charred ground. Some villagers dropped to their knees in supplication praying to the beasts of darkness to be left alone. The priest cringed, knowing they were lost the moment their knees hit the dirt. In shadows a few brave villagers searched out survivors, praying for deliverance from their beneficent divinity.

Creeping out the barely opened door he crouched on the steps. Inside, the church was aflame, beams collapsing from the flaming roof. It was now or never and his cargo was too precious to lose. He stood and began to run down the many steps. Again, the largest of the archfiends saw the priest on the unburned steps. He growled and swooped low. The priest jumped down and hid when he saw the dragon’s approach, thinking, I have better things to protect than a stone building that could be rebuilt.

Red glaring eyes blazed in triumph as he roared and lit the front of the church on fire. He flew by several times more with his gaping jaw spouting flames until the church was a blazing inferno.

“NOW THAT IS BETTER!” he bellowed, rising to circle with the other laughing dragons.

For hours flames continued to flare and pop sparks high into the jet sky as the cottages, shops, and now the church, burned. When the fire diminished a dragon would descend blazing a new trail of flame from his open maw and with roars that surpassed thunder, swoop across the village relighting it. Screeches and wails again filled the air as the renewed flames discovered hidden survivors and ended their search for sanctuary. As the moon crept across the smoke-filled night, the dragon dance continued, circling wider in search of missed victims.

Eventually the sound of wailing subdued into whimpering and crying until life succumbed. Only the crackling and crashing of the collapsing wooden structures mingled with the roars and laughter of the dragons. On the ground, the few survivors huddled together crying or dying.

The rosy dawn glow streaked across the horizon as the dragons turned toward home, their sinuous shapes silhouetted black. The largest swerved back spewing one final trail across the already demolished and blackened village. The few survivors scrambled again for safety, scampering wild-eyed through the mud and soot, cowering behind anything still standing. A few miles away but close enough to witness the final blow the priest, tears racing down his sooty cheeks, stood on an outcropping of rock.

The black dragon turned to leave, red eyes blazing as he bellowed, “PERHAPS NEXT TIME YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!”

FIGYELEM!

Exkluzív ajánlat! AZ ELSŐ 10 SIGN kérő ember még ma megkapja a várva várt SIGN-t!

Az első tíz ide a bejegyzés alá kommentelő ismerősöm megkapja még a mai nap a SIGN-t!
Mit kell tenned? Kommentbe írd meg hogy milyen nevet írjak a szeretettáblámra, és ha benne vagy az első tíz kommentelőbe, nézz vissza délután is a blogra, mert akkor biztosan megtalálod a várva várt képet!

START INDUL! KÉRJ SIGN-t ITT ÉS MOST!

(figyelem! csak az első tíz kérést teljesítem!)

Mi is az a sign? NÉZD MEG:

“Már minden helyen kerestelek, ahol nem vagy, csak azt a helyet nem találom, ahol vagy. Csak azt tudom, hogy ott vagy, ahol én nem vagyok. De hol vagyok én? Azt kívánom, bár itt lennél, hogy megmondd. Esetleg ha nagyon-nagyon erősen kívánnám, akkor itt lennél?”
Részlet a Micimackó kalandjai c. filmből

“Sok idő és magános óra tanít meg reá, hogy örökké erről van szó, férfi és nő, barátok, világi kapcsolatok, minden ezen múlik: ezen a másféleségen, mely két pártra szakítja az emberiséget. Néha már azt hiszem, csak ez a két párt van a világon, s mindenféle változata ennek a másféleségnek, az osztálykülönbségek, a világnézeti, hatalmi árnyalatok, mindez csak e másféleségből következik.S mint ahogy csak az egyféle vércsoporthoz tartozó emberek tudnak egymásnak a veszély pillanataiban segíteni, mikor vérüket adják embertársuknak, kinek rokon a vérképlete, úgy a lélek is akkor tud csak segíteni egy másik léleknek, ha nem “másféle”, ha szemlélete, meggyőződésnél is titkosabb valósága hasonló. Mert mindig a “másfélé-t” szeretjük, őt keressük, az élet minden helyzetében és változatában…tudod-e már? Az élet legnagyobb titka és ajándéka, ha két “egyféle” ember találkozik. Oly ritka ez, mintha a természet erővel és fortéllyal akadályozná meg ezt az összhangot – talán, mert a világ teremtéséhez, az élet megújulásához szüksége van a feszültségre, mely az örökké egymást kereső, ellentétes szándékú és ütemű emberek között keletkezik.”
Márai Sándor: A gyertyák csonkig égnek – részlet -

Dampak krisis ekonomi global sudah mulai saya rasakan beberapa hari yang lalu. Menu catering makan siang hari itu sedikit membuat saya tercengang, sekaligus salut. Dalam paket menu makan siang dalam wadah Tupperware bunder, menu terdiri dari lauk utama, lauk pelengkap, sayur, dan buah. Coba anda perhatikan buah sebagai pencuci mulut pada menu kali ini,

Oke, Saya close up…liat gambar berikutnya

oke..jelas..?

Yak, bukan pear Shandong, atu buah Kiwi tapi jambu aer, jambu aer sodar-sodara. Mungkin si pemilik catering lupa beli buah jadi pas kebetulan depan rumah pohon jambunya lagi berbuah, daripada busuk dimakan lowo, dijadikan buah pencuci mulut juga gak masalah. Kreatif bukan? mungkin besok-besok ada juwed, keres, sawo, atau blimbing wuluh muncul dalam menu-menu berikutnya.

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Fontos, kisvállalkozói hitel felvétel, hogy azonos hitelkonstrukciók THM értékeit vessük össze.

Szabad felhasználású jelzáloghitel segítségével otthonunk szebbé tétele, nyaralás, új vállalkozás kölcsön személyi elindítása, fejlesztése, családi események finanszírozása, továbbá régi, kedvezőtlen kamatozású hitelek kiváltása is megoldható, Raifaizen kölcsön kiváltás.

A jelzáloghitel bármilyen célra felhasználható, ingatlan fedezete mellett nyújtott kölcsön, amely meglévő kedvezőtlen kamatozású hitelek hozama kötődik, így nem csoda, hogy a bankoknak a jövőben házat vagy lakást venni, mint az előző években. A lakásfelújítások iránti igények viszont, elsősorban a korábbinál kedvezőbb pályázati feltételeket kínáló panelfelújítási programnak köszönhetően, az idén is élénk maradhat.

A hitel és biztosítási ügyintézés díjmentes!

A THM a legfontosabbat ugyanakkor nem veszi figyelembe, nevezetesen magát a hitelfelvevőt! A bankok jelenleg nem tesznek különbséget ügyfél és ügyfél között, kondíciós listáikban minden hitelfelvevőre egységesen megállapított díjakat szabnak, függetlenül az ügyfél fizetési kockázatától.

A megtérülési idő tovább csökkenhet, ha a forint gyengülni kezd ezen devizákhoz képest, törlesztőrészletünk emelkedni fog. Havi banki kötelezettségünk tervezésénél ezért kombinált hitelek kereső javasolt, a kezdetben megállapított törlesztőrészletre 5-10% ráhagyással számolni diák kölcsön THM.

Por ser el más joven de los tres, le tocó el reino de los infiernos en el reparto que hicieron los reyes hijos de Saturno: Júpiter, Neptuno y Plutón. Se llaman infiernos a las moradas subterráneas a donde van los difuntos después de la muerte. Los keres, seres malignos servidores de Plutón, son los encargados de dar a los hombres el golpe mortal y luego conducir sus almas volando hasta la morada de Hades. Allí estas almas han de ser juzgadas y recibir la pena por sus crímenes, o bien la recompensa por sus actos virtuosos. A la puerta del reinado hay siempre en vela un perro con tres cabezas llamado Cancerbero, para impedir que los vivos entren o que las almas salgan. Este vasto imperio subterráneo está rodeado por dos ríos: el Aqueronte y el Estigio (Estigia). Caronte es el barquero de este mundo infernal y está dedicado a transportar las almas de los muertos de una orilla a otra del Aqueronte. Se le representa como un viejo muy feo y de larga barba gris, que exige que se le pague por cada viaje un óbolo como mínimo y tres como máximo. Los familiares colocan las monedas en la boca del pasajero antes de enterrarlo. Caronte rechaza a los que no pueden pagar el óbolo. A los demás, los sienta en la barca, los lleva a la orilla opuesta y los entrega a Mercurio, quien los pone ante el terrible tribunal. Caronte es un verdugo al servicio del Infierno. Tres jueces forman parte del mencionado tribunal, administrando justicia en nombre de Plutón y en su presencia; estos son Minos (antiguo rey de Creta), Eaco (Rey de Egina) y Radamanto (hermano de Minos), los tres de una gran integridad; pero Minos, el más sabio, es el más poderoso del trío y lleva en su mano un cetro de oro. Una vez hecha pública la sentencia, los buenos son llevados a los Campos Elíseos y los malos son arrojados al Tártaro. Los Campos Elíseos son de un verdor maravilloso y praderas llenas de flores. El Sol brilla y los pájaros cantan con una dulce melodía, ríos, tierras fecundas, cosechas abundantes, son otras de sus delicias. En este lugar no hay dolor, enfermedad ni vejez, ni para el cuerpo ni para el alma, como tampoco existen pasiones ni envidias humanas. El Tártaro, recompensa de los maliciosos, es una prisión fortificada rodeada de un río de fuego llamado Flaguetón. En él hay tres barqueros que son las tres Furias: Alecto, Meguera y Tisífone. Con una mano empuñan una antorcha candente y con la otra un látigo ensangrentado, con el cual flagelan sin cesar a los malvados que merecen duros castigos. En el Tártaro se hallan varios personajes destacados por su maldad. Aquí moran los violentos, los traicioneros, los infieles, los avaros, los belicosos, etc. Todos expían sus faltas y, a la vez, quieren volver a gozar de la luz del día y de una vida apacible. Cerca del Tártaro viven los Remordimientos, la Miseria, las Enfermedades, la Guerra, la Muerte, las Arpías, etc. Este es, en definitiva, el reino de Plutón quien, ya cansado de su largo celibato, decidió un día recurrir a la violencia para conseguir una esposa. Todas las diosas huían de Plutón por su horroroso reino, su fealdad física como hombre y su rudeza.
Proserpina o Perséfone, hija de Ceres, vivía en Sicilia en una juventud pacífica e inocente. En una ocasión en que recogía flores del campo con unas amigas, Plutón la raptó a pesar de su negativa a acompañarle. Plutón salió corriendo en su carro de caballos negros, abrió la tierra con su cetro mágico y penetró en su reino. Cuando Ceres se enteró de esto, acudió a Júpiter indignada para pedirle justicia. Zeus le dijo que Proserpina le podía ser devuelta si no había comido nada desde que entró en los infiernos; la ley era que el que ingería algo allí ya no podría salir más. Entonces, Hades obligó a Proserpina a que comiera un grano de granada para hacer imposible su regreso a la superficie de la tierra. A pesar de todo y, después de muchos ruegos, Ceres consiguió que su hija morase seis meses al año en los infiernos y seis en la tierra. Se suele representar a Plutón con rostro pálido, cejas espesas, ojos rojizos y mirada amenazadora. En su mano derecha tiene un cetro de dos puntas y, en su siniestra (izquierda), una llave representando entre otras cosas la imposibilidad de escapar de los infiernos o, quizás, la llave de los tesoros internos del yo. Posee una obscura corona de ébano y algunas veces cubre su cabeza con un casco que le hace ser invisible. Hay una segunda vertiente más benéfica de Plutón, en la que se le describe usando el cuerno de la abundancia, lo cual puede simbolizar que, cuando la persona realiza una labor de autoperfeccionamiento individual, las riquezas materiales le vienen por añadidura. En este caso, Plutón es el símbolo de la vida y de la muerte (transformación) de las manifestaciones de la naturaleza.

Blogot ajánlok. Személyeset.

Nakian mesél, és én sosem tudom, hogy mit gondoljak a meséiről. Nem tudom, mert ismerem Nakiant (találkoztunk már), és megdöbbent amit keze nyomán olvasok.

Vannak emberek, találkozások az életünkben, akiket sokáig nem tudunk hova tenni. Nakian, és a hozzá tartozó világ ilyen – legalábbis számomra mindenképp.

Van. Néha bele csöppenek, néha kimaradok (mint mostanság), de túl sokat köszöhetek neki, ahhoz, hogy végleg elmaradjak.

Ismeretségi hálózat – Hungarian social network managers wanted – IWIW

Ismeretségi hálózat, IWIW.HU, MySpace.com, Orkut, etc: if you are interested in social networks, you can be the right person for us! We are looking for Hungarian social network managers, able to lead our communities in their own countries/languages. Managers are evaluated and paid on performances, for this reason we are 100% flexible about working time and location. You can work from home, travel and work, work little or many hours; that is all up to you! We monitor only performances, so if you deliver on your promises, you will be rewarded.

Application process is very easy. At this stage, we hope to hear from as many candidates as possible. Then, we will short-list the candidates who look more suitable. The top performers will be offered a job as social network managers, and the top manager in each country can become social network country manager and co-ordinate the whole site.

Please make yourself familiar with one or more of our sites (they all use the same social network platform):
European social network
Social network for peace
Second life avatars social network
Open source social network

After, please contact us on http://www.smilegrid.com/contact.php providing:
- contact information
- why you are the right person to be social network manager
- how many users you can bring us in the first week
- how many users you can bring us per month
- salary expectations
- projects you already worked on
- copied-pasted resume (if you have one)
- any information you consider relevant

Tags: Ismeretségi hálózat, IWIW, MySpace.com, Orkut, social networks, hungarian social networks, European social network, Second life avatars social network, Open source social networks, Social network for peace, www.IWIW.hu