Genevieve Lonson is 16 years old and part butterfly. It's wierd, admit it. The victim of horrifying nightmares and odd visions, she's never quite sure of what's real or what is just another figment of her unruly imagination. When she finds herself sucked into another world, Abluklei, it seems that it could only be a dream. Except Abluklei is real, and so are Claishtings, the winged half human/half animal race that Genevieve now finds herself a part of. Other members of this mythical race include Drake Harris, Genevieve's gorgeously mysterious new crush and possible soulmate, and her tempermental new bff, Kaia Staurrell. Can these three musterup the strength, talent, and courage to help abluklei remain standing and not become just a simple mirage, a beautiful memory?
THe more I listen’d the more I could I got the song. When she singing I can tell that she’s calm, that she’s in a place that she doesn’t get to go to often. She’s doing some thing that she loves. You tell by how much power she puts in her voce.. She stop play the guitar and put it back on the rack. She turned around and saw me. Her blue eyes got big like she was scared. Then they had some thing else in them but I didn’t know what because they where soon taking over by anger.
She came out of the room and lets say she’s amazingly pretty. Her black hair had red underneath it her lips where pink and plump with spider bits, her nose perfectly strait with a hop in it, and most of all her eyes. They where a deep dark blue that look’t like the ocean deep, they where coved in black eye liner and her bangs where just touching her long thick eye lashes. She was the most beautiful person I have seen.
“What do you think you are doing?” She yelled at me. Her voce..omfg it was amazing!!
I just look’t at her not knowing what to say.
Hi! I just got my own computer, so I can finally make and edit a book whenever! I'll edit as much as I can, but there's no perfect author, and I DO get writer's block. Thanks! PS dont get turned away by the number of pages. START: Jenny is visiting her aunt. Jenny has an odd profession and is good at what she does. Her aunt called her for her expertise. Read to find expertise and to find out about Jenny's adventures!
How do you get the virgin to the top of the volcano without letting her know she's the sacrifice?
Meet twice divorced, Darce Vardy. A coddled, middle-aged social worker with a penchant for minding his own business, wearing spiffy clothes and caring for his beloved antique red BMW.
Darce was knee-deep in a recurring dream about his boyhood dog when the phone rings and the world as he knows it begins to turn inside out. The cold cruel voice at the other end of the line goads him into solving riddles in a frantic attempt to save the life of an innocent child.
"Come off it, Millicent,’ he says. “I'm an office drone, for God’s sake - not a parlor psychologist.”
The reader may well ask why Millicent chose him? Is he the virgin for this particular volcano?
Maybe, there's more going on here than meets the eye.
Trickery, mayhem, and possibly murder, along with some genuine love and compassion vie for pride of place in Darce's story, along with dry wit, intelligent twists, and extra crisp dialogue.
The villains are despicable, the good guys and gals are delightful, and those that fall in between do their best to provide a quality reading experience.
in january 2011, an ingrid barcellona messaged me in facebook, this very words: " lance told me to tell you, dream on "
it had been 4 years and i'm still not over you...
it had been 4 years and i need to move on.
so tell me, oh, tell me
coz i want my heart to be free
photograph: http://gallery.mobile9.com/f/2799970/
Genevieve Lonson is 16 years old and part butterfly. It's wierd, admit it. The victim of horrifying nightmares and odd visions, she's never quite sure of what's real or what is just another figment of her unruly imagination. When she finds herself sucked into another world, Abluklei, it seems that it could only be a dream. Except Abluklei is real, and so are Claishtings, the winged half human/half animal race that Genevieve now finds herself a part of. Other members of this mythical race include Drake Harris, Genevieve's gorgeously mysterious new crush and possible soulmate, and her tempermental new bff, Kaia Staurrell. Can these three musterup the strength, talent, and courage to help abluklei remain standing and not become just a simple mirage, a beautiful memory?
THe more I listen’d the more I could I got the song. When she singing I can tell that she’s calm, that she’s in a place that she doesn’t get to go to often. She’s doing some thing that she loves. You tell by how much power she puts in her voce.. She stop play the guitar and put it back on the rack. She turned around and saw me. Her blue eyes got big like she was scared. Then they had some thing else in them but I didn’t know what because they where soon taking over by anger.
She came out of the room and lets say she’s amazingly pretty. Her black hair had red underneath it her lips where pink and plump with spider bits, her nose perfectly strait with a hop in it, and most of all her eyes. They where a deep dark blue that look’t like the ocean deep, they where coved in black eye liner and her bangs where just touching her long thick eye lashes. She was the most beautiful person I have seen.
“What do you think you are doing?” She yelled at me. Her voce..omfg it was amazing!!
I just look’t at her not knowing what to say.
Hi! I just got my own computer, so I can finally make and edit a book whenever! I'll edit as much as I can, but there's no perfect author, and I DO get writer's block. Thanks! PS dont get turned away by the number of pages. START: Jenny is visiting her aunt. Jenny has an odd profession and is good at what she does. Her aunt called her for her expertise. Read to find expertise and to find out about Jenny's adventures!
How do you get the virgin to the top of the volcano without letting her know she's the sacrifice?
Meet twice divorced, Darce Vardy. A coddled, middle-aged social worker with a penchant for minding his own business, wearing spiffy clothes and caring for his beloved antique red BMW.
Darce was knee-deep in a recurring dream about his boyhood dog when the phone rings and the world as he knows it begins to turn inside out. The cold cruel voice at the other end of the line goads him into solving riddles in a frantic attempt to save the life of an innocent child.
"Come off it, Millicent,’ he says. “I'm an office drone, for God’s sake - not a parlor psychologist.”
The reader may well ask why Millicent chose him? Is he the virgin for this particular volcano?
Maybe, there's more going on here than meets the eye.
Trickery, mayhem, and possibly murder, along with some genuine love and compassion vie for pride of place in Darce's story, along with dry wit, intelligent twists, and extra crisp dialogue.
The villains are despicable, the good guys and gals are delightful, and those that fall in between do their best to provide a quality reading experience.
in january 2011, an ingrid barcellona messaged me in facebook, this very words: " lance told me to tell you, dream on "
it had been 4 years and i'm still not over you...
it had been 4 years and i need to move on.
so tell me, oh, tell me
coz i want my heart to be free
photograph: http://gallery.mobile9.com/f/2799970/