That basically says it all. I really want to thank everyone for reading this humble little blog. 2012 has been a wonderful whirlwind of a year!
Happy holidays to all of you and a happy new year! Stay tuned for more blog posts!
from indiebound.org In order to develop a secure defense against a hostile alien race's next attack, government agencies breed child geniuses and train them as soldiers. A brilliant young boy, Andrew "Ender" Wiggin lives with his kind but distant parents, his sadistic brother Peter, and the person he loves more than anyone else, his sister Valentine. Peter and Valentine were candidates for the soldier-training program but didn't make the cut—young Ender is the Wiggin drafted to the orbiting Battle School for rigorous military training.
Ender's skills make him a
Peter is thrilled to join his parents on an expedition to Greenland, where his father studies global warming. Peter will get to skip school, drive a dogsled, and - finally - share in his dad's adventures. But on the ice cap, Peter struggles to understand a series of visions that both frighten and entice him.
Thea has never seen the sun. Her extraordinary people, suspected of witchcraft and nearly driven to extinction, have retreated to a secret world they've built deep inside the arctic ice. As Thea
So this is a two-piece package post, of two photo edits that I did on PicMonkey.
This is "In Fear of the Witch". The look is partly inspired by Elphaba in Wicked - which is a great book, BTW. The I made it using this picture on deviantART - http://crushedovernight.deviantart.com/art/fawn-30631646.
On that note, I have a dA now! Check it out at http://epicalnerdybunny.deviantart.com/. It's a stock account and I'll be posting backgrounds and such.
And the next one:
This one is a bit more creepy,
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This is another bunny piece. That's a very intrepid news reporter right there :D
Art policy is the same as always, though I would love some feedback!
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This is more surreal, and it's hard to tel what it is at a glance. But I think it turned out okay.
Remember, whatever you use it on, abide the Creative Commons rules. Writing prompts and art prompts - go for it!
Pic from Wikipedia The day after they moved in, Coraline went exploring....
In Coraline's family's new flat are twenty-one windows and fourteen doors. Thirteen of the doors open and close.
The fourteenth is locked, and on the other side is only a brick wall, until the day Coraline unlocks the door to find a passage to another flat in another house just like her own.
Only it's different.
At first, things seem marvelous in the other flat. The food is better. The toy box is filled with wind-up angels that flutter
I hate this dress! Māma loves it, though, and twirls me around yet again to get a look at my impossibly low neckline and bare shoulders. She squeals like a child playing with her dolls, and I can’t help but smile.
“Oh, you are just perfect! You’ll get a nánpéngyou in no time!” she skips around with glee. “Boyfriend, boyfriend, Chang will find a boyfriend,” she trills in a singsong voice. I glance fearfully in the mirror and stare at the intensely revealing neckline. I’ve always tried to dress more like my stepsister, Fen, but this seduction stuff is so sordid and underhanded that I’ve never been good at it. How can modesty be considered such a
At first, the miller’s daughter wasn’t sure what she was seeing. The dimensions of this new place were beyond her comprehension, and for a moment all she and Lorabeth could do was gape like dumbstruck fish. Then they felt an indescribable liberation of their souls, a floating sensation that baffled them until they observed that they were rising through an amorphous column of fog, damp and sweet-smelling. It must be that they were flying.
Their heads came up out of the cloud, lightly drizzled with unfallen rain. The miller’s daughter asked herself where they might be, and a surprisingly firm voice in her mind answered that of course they were in the sky, though the sky above what
Okay. Isn't that just beautiful?
This is the cover design, done by the AMAZING Fena Lee of .book cover design, for my NaNoWriMo novel, The Universe Quilt. (You can view chapter posts at http://lifeisinexpressible.blogspot.com/search/label/the%20universe%20quilt.)
Fena's website is at http://pheeena.com. She has a portfolio and the best website design and EVERYTHING. I can't even explain how much symbolism and dedication and OH MY GOODNESS AWESOMENESS went into this. Fena is super nice and wonderful and my, my, my, I must stop gushing!
But anyway. That's
He trains my hands for war, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze. —from the Song of David (2 Samuel 22:35)
The Bronze Bow, written by Elizabeth George Speare (author of The Witch of Blackbird Pond) won the Newbery Medal in 1962. This gripping, action-packed novel tells the story of eighteen-year-old Daniel bar Jamin—a fierce, hotheaded young man bent on revenging his father’s death by forcing the Romans from his land of Israel. Daniel’s palpable hatred for Romans wanes only when
The goose gave a great honk and alighted on a grassy knoll. The miller’s daughter slid off its enormous, feathery back and walked to the little table that was laid out neatly before her. A pretty, sharp needle and spools of gossamer thread waited as if expecting her, arranged beside a towering pile of diaphanous, almost invisible fabric. The giant goose flapped its wings to set off on another journey in that magical land with sweeping whooshes and a call like a carved horn. She reached for the needle, but it dissipated in her grasp—
She blinked rapidly as her eyes fluttered open. It had been a dream, which of course it had, since all the
Hey! This is a novel that my friend and I are working on together. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Gunfire and light footsteps ring through the compound’s hallways - not an uncommon sound here, but I walk towards it anyway, because the fast breathing accompanying it sounds girlish, frightened. Picking up my pace slightly, I half jog towards the direction of the sound. I turn the corner and collide into a thin form, clumps of long hair flying on both sides. The other girl’s hair is brown, though - a Caucasian chestnut brown. There’s only one person in the whole Empire with hair like that.
“Run, Para,” Brenna gasps. “They’re coming.”
Annoyed that she isn’t being more
I can't believe I haven't told you this before - I'm a 2012 NaNoWriMo participant! My novel is called The Universe Quilt and you can read more about it on the Long-Term Projects page. Here's Chapter One for my faithful readers :)
The miller’s daughter sat with a needle in her hand. Then, in, out, in, out, it flashed over and under the faded blue fabric. It was a silver serpent ready to do her command. With a needle and thread, the miller’s daughter could do grander things. But focus now, she thought to herself. Focus on mending the broken pieces that come to you.
A door opened in the next room. Startled, the miller’s daughter hid
from goodreads.com Fairytales aren’t just for children anymore! Welcome to Jackalopany! Meet King Jack and Queen Felicia and their estimable children, Paisley and Jackson. Paisley has reached the year of her majority and is about to endure her “Majority Ball.” She’s unique, prank-loving, and not ready to change her life. She’d rather continue her days herding sheep, playing her harp, and avoiding the responsibilities associated with the Jackalopian throne. The shepherd Henry, Prince Rupert of Froggilandria, Kyle of Kaiandra, Marcus of Wellsbiundia, and the amusing Cletus of Rednecky
from tweenybopperbooks.wordpress.com OUTSIDERS
Widowed just two days after her unwilling marriage to a man twice her age, Marnie finds herself an outsider in the remote seaside village of Torcurra. Spurned by the townsfolk who suspect her involvement in her husband's death, she has only two friends: the local priest and the madman known as Raver, even more of an outcast than Marnie herself. Marnie makes a remarkable discovery about Raver, whom she renames Raven, and the two forge a deep bond that begins to heal her own
from amitybooktalk.blogspot.com Welcome to Elsewhere. It is warm, with a breeze, and the beaches are marvelous. It’s quiet and peaceful. You can’t get sick or any older. Curious to see new paintings by Picasso? Swing by one of Elsewhere’s museums. Need to talk to someone about your problems? Stop by Marilyn Monroe’s psychiatric practice.
Elsewhere is where fifteen-year-old Liz Hall ends up, after she has died. It is a place so like Earth, yet completely different. Here Liz will age backward from the day of her death until
I don't really have the time to review every single book I read anymore, so I'll just share the cover, title, author, and synopsis with you... :)
from thebooksmugglers.com Part of the Grisha Trilogy...
Surrounded by enemies, the once-great nation of Ravka has been torn in two by the Shadow Fold, a swath of near impenetrable darkness crawling with monsters who feast on human flesh. Now its fate may rest on the shoulders of one lonely refugee.
Alina Starkov has never been good at
