M.L. LeGette's Blog, page 13
August 17, 2017
j-r-sorna:
Share a sparkly quote from your Novel work in...
Share a sparkly quote from your Novel work in progress, open to anyone, but Ima tag some people too to get this rolling:
@shelbytakai , @mlegette , @avanseofficial , @lorraineambers , @housebritvastyla , @originalfantasy-blog , @onlymagicremains
Tell me a line or quote, and if you can in some sort of cool sparkly thing or any effect gif thing you want! I am so excited to see what you guys come up with, and please tag anyone else you think will be interested in this tag, and a reminder, anyone can do this! I am gonna reblog this with my own lines, and everytime I do I would love it if most (preferably) all of the original tagged above would respond with a new line as well, keep this thread going!
Thanks @j-r-sorna for tagging me in this!
When Alister Glass dies, his son Fredryk inherits more than just the
family business and home. He finds himself trapped in a binding,
magical contract with a dangerous fairy.
In Glass House a horrible secret is revealed.
Fairy Kissed (working title) has only five chapters written, so I’ve got a looong road
ahead of me. But I can’t wait to start sharing more of this
young-man-tormented-by-evil-fairy.
I tag @antediluvian-poet and @reneehartblog
Artwork:
leonardo da vinci, wreath of laurel, palm, and juniper
(details), c. 1478
August 16, 2017
August 15, 2017
"Read a hundred pages a day. Or ten. Or one. Or a paragraph, a sentence, three words. Just read."
- (via bookeworm94)
August 14, 2017
"I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They..."
- Albert Camus (via quotemadness)
August 13, 2017
Toad had never seen snow and the city of East-of-Burg looked...
Toad had never seen snow and the city of East-of-Burg looked like
it had been dusted with powdered sugar. The bricked streets were nearly as
bustling as Hickory with buggies and carts, pedestrians hailing each other from
across the road. Toad’s chest flooded with nostalgia. He missed Hickory. The
clattering, the buzz, the energy. They passed a few people taking their
Spit-Fires (dressed in cozy looking sweaters) on walks. Hazel snorted at the
sight. The inhabitants of East-of-Burg were dressed far warmer than Toad or
Melena in fur-lined coats, wool hats and high boots. Shivering, Toad eyed them
with envy, feeling that his coat, which had always managed just fine in the
cool Hickory nights, was criminally threadbare.
Grab yourself a doughnut. Chapter 15 is OUT!
August 9, 2017
August 7, 2017
"A good writer is basically a story-teller, not a scholar or a redeemer of mankind."
-
Isaac Bashevis Singer
