Pejan stared at the inside of the prayer house’s front door and read the words emblazoned there in gold with an entirely different meaning from what the bahlan crafters had intended. 2,439 more words
Tags » Fantasy Fiction
The process of composition lasted for years. Composition was the living organism: the novel itself was the shell the organism accumulated through its life. Like a nautilus or a conch, when the living organism ends, and decays away, the shell alone is left to remain on the seabed. 70 more words
The wind whistling in my ears obliterated all thoughts except Anaira. Maintaining the spell keeping me from being scalped was exhausting. By the time the dragon released me, a few feet from a moat surrounding a castle, I had no energy to prevent my undignified fall into the stagnant water. 858 more words
Imaginative, atmospheric and well-written. 3.5/5 stars.
The blurb: Sussex, England. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. 451 more words