Jane Jago's Blog, page 478
August 13, 2017
Did we but love
Did we but love,
Our love might ease this parting of the ways
Did we but hope,
Then hope might lift us through the darkening days
Could we believe,
Belief might make us fear the ending less
Could we but pray,
We might have just one prayer of some success
If we had care,
Then one bright light the tunnel’s end might show
If we had sight,
We might see in the dark a candle glow
Could we find faith,
Then in that faith we might discern a chance
Could we find calm,
Perhaps we would find healing in a...
August 12, 2017
Never trust a dragon…
Dragons. They’re as individual as their tastes in meat—and women.
Two dragons from very different worlds meet on a windy mountaintop, and the results are fiery.
Setting: A mountain plateau. A green-black dragon landed a few minutes ago, and a thirty-something woman slid down from his neck. She is wearing a black shirt with a dog collar–clearly a Christian minister. Another dragon is coming in to land. He is twice the size of the earlier dragon, and the scales on his back are so black as to...
August 11, 2017
Friday Friends bring us Guy Donovan
Cerys tried fishing while Talorc flew south to chew his smelly rocks that both relieved his recurring pains and provided his flame. Unfortunately, her braided grass fishing line and bone hook proved as complete a failure then as had her snares during the winter. Each time the line jerked, she found only an empty, wormless hook. Frustrated, she lay back on the stream bank to nap in the bright summer sun shining down from the uncharacteristically cloudles...
A Bite of… Guy Donovan
I’m going with fries. A) I’m American, and we’ll typically choose fries over most any other option, including world peace and college tuition money for our children. B) Really? I have to explain what beans do to you? Friends don’t let friends eat beans. So yeah…fries.
Q2. Would you rather have a statue of yourself in your hometown or have a recipe named after you?A recipe…unless it’s one that involves beans (see above). A recipe for something fry-related would be ideal. A...
August 10, 2017
Coffee Break Reading
This, Carla realised, was what was meant by ‘tea and sympathy’. Only, in this case, it was coffee and sympathy – well latte to be exact – and some comfort-eating chocolate cake.
“So it’s over this time?” Her cup, broad and deep, clicked back on its saucer. “Really? Truly?”
Emmy gave a sad smile. Over the last hour and the chocolate cake, she had burdened Carla’s soul with a gory, forensic dissection of the breakdown of her relationship. Cut by painful cut, from the first miscon...
August 9, 2017
Wednesday’s Writer is Ian Bristow
The world went pitch black and in the same moment, Gael realized she couldn’t hear the gurgling water anymore. She rubbed her eyes but couldn’t feel her own hands touching her skin. Panic set in. Her brain sent out a distress signal, but her unreceptive body had no way of responding to it.
Terrified, she struggled, her need to breathe the only thing that told her she was alive. She slowly became aware that she could taste the air around her—a bitter bl...
A Bite of … Ian Bristow
While each have their merits, I would prefer to live in a small town. The city is bursting with culture and activity, but the easy access to resources creates an overpopulated mess. Life deep in the countryside would offer the exact opposite scenario, and while I do enjoy my personal space and time spent in nature, I need contact with other humans to stay sane.
Q2: If you could have one magical ability what woul...August 8, 2017
Your Coffee Break Read
This was not a pregnant pause. The sense of expectation was something altogether more profound and powerful. For most watching, it was like the moment when a giant firework screams upwards into the midnight sky at New Year, drawing every eye and inspiring the mind to speculate upon what exciting and marvellous spectacle of explosive beauty could follow in the moments to come.
There was a preternatural hush. The unsound of every breath held in anticipation, and for a few s...
