October 20, 2013
Hello!
So… one of the
things I love about The Walking Dead
is how much it blows my mind and creeps me out in equal measure. LOL Seriously,
the show has so many little nuances that always suck me in, and yet it tops
itself weekly by grossing me out to the point of wanting to heave. :D
Let's see, what
else? Strike Back season finale did
NOT disappoint. I have one or two teeny quibbles, but I had a huge grin on my
face with the final scene, so yeah, direct score for season three (or, well, four,
if you count the way I do and consider the first series with Armitage and
Lincoln as number one). I honestly hope there's another season to watch and
enjoy.
Arrow also ranks right up there on my obsession list. I want to talk and
write meta posts about how much I love it. I haven't been so obsessed with a
show since the reboot of Battlestar
Galactica. Sons of Anarchy comes
close, but I sort of avoid the fandom circles for the show.
Anyway, tonight's
post is from Your Call, an opening book to an as yet unnamed series. The couple
will hopefully feature in a few more books, but maybe not as the main draw. The
sages are being rather stingy with the details at the moment. LOL
Here's the tagline:
After an epic battle
with a spell weaver, Norje Blayheart and Barrick Nembly—adept mages—aren't sure
they can stay together as a couple. Their love can be used against them and
neither can risk being pawns in the looming war between the weavers and the
mages.
And a preview snippet…
When Norje woke up, a sparkling
glint in the moonlight caught her attention. She sat up and stretched, then
tilted her head to the side. Reaching out, she ran her hand over the grass, her
fingers snagging on a ring. An attached note fluttered in the breeze when Norje
picked the silver circle up.
The River. At Dawn. It's your
call. (PS The ring is optional) —Barrick
Norje closed her hand around the burnished
circlet, the metal warm against her palm. Barrick wouldn't make demands or
insist she wear it. But she would…
Wait, she would? Norje drew her
knees up to her chin, the inky sky lightening with the first slivers of gray
streaks on the horizon. She wanted something, some type of relationship with
Barrick, but the handfasting they'd planned so long ago couldn't possibly work,
could it?
The defeat of Hoyt didn't mean
anything. A skirmish won, nothing more. A war brewed and the weavers would seek
vengeance at the least, a full on battle royale at the most.
Matrimony—something she'd wanted so much before Hoyt created the nightmare
they'd just lived through—would only deepen her connection to Barrick. The risk
of being used as a weapon against him made her heart hurt. Or vice versa. Could
she stand up to Barrick being tortured or harmed because of her? Hadn't she
already?
She earned the reward of being
with him. They'd fought and won—even when they thought they were on opposing
sides. That counted. They were stronger together than apart, but each had their
own skills and abilities to see them through dark days and possible
separations. Pink, feathery light from the sun broke through the clouds and
Norje blew out a nervous breath.
Rising slowly, she let a smile
ghost over her lips before she tucked the ring in her pocket and lifted her
face to the sky. The sun's golden rays peeked up over the horizon. Perfect
timing. She had just enough time to make it to the river's edge to meet Barrick
before dawn fully broke to start the new day.
Now I just need to
write the actual epic battle part. LOL Ugh, it's all in my head, I swear. :D
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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