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August 12, 2014
And So The Ambassadors Shall Gather . . .
“As the sun’s last rays died away, a new light swelled to counter the darkness. Phyona and Mikkylc hushed their mutters and lifted their eyes to behold the rippling blue muscles and glowing golden wings of Nalfenelg.
“Ambassadors,” he rumbled in welcome. “The journey grows harsher.”
“Every year,” breathed the gentle Phyona in agreement.
“But so necessary,” Mikkylc chimed in.
“Yes,” said Nalfenelg. “There is much to discuss. These humans . . .”
“Peace,” Phyona said, raising a slick teal hand, as if to ward off any rage that might have been excreted into the air.
“Peace?” Mikkylc repeated dubiously, blinking his little black eyes at her.
“I think not,” Nalfenelg snorted. “That was attempted, on more than one occasion, in the name of Hope, but I believe we can all agree that it was futile each time.”
“Please,” Phyona begged, gazing up at him mournfully. “There can be change. They can change.”
“Against their will?” scoffed Mikkylc.
“Would you prefer hostility?” Phyona hissed.
“Nonsense!” he retorted, bobbing in the air, agitated. “However, what is the point of possessing might, when it is never used.”
“We are mighty for the weak,” Nalfenelg reminded him.
“Are we not protecting them?” Mikkylc inquired, tilting his head to look up at the larger horse.
Nalfenelg bent his neck, seemingly to observe the pulsing light caused by his feet in the water. Phyona and Mikklyc cast disgruntled looks at each other, awaiting his reply. At last the great dignitary roused himself and murmured, “Perhaps we are, at that.”
“No,” whispered Phyona, her shoulders scrunching in fear.
- Emily Kinney
August 11, 2014
Amid the Rabble
“With both the wind and the hoarse screech of the beast whipping her hair, she planted her feet firmly on the rock, determined that she would have her say. Sea spray at her feet and the monstrous double beaks in her face, the only sign of her nerves was the sweat on her palms that held the book.” – Emily Kinney
August 10, 2014
Magic on the Horizon
“And it worked! Just as Onark and all his snapping, tentacled glory was baring down on the keel, both the starboard and portside juttered violently. A blinding, wondrous sheen began to spread over the wood and canvas. The meager crew watched mutely, their horrified faces slowly becoming ones filled with awe. As the shimmering, ethereal glow flourished over every inch of the ship, quite suddenly, they began to rise.”- Emily Kinney
August 8, 2014
The Atmosphere Calls
“There had been sightings of her in several countries. The most prevalent question the sightings elicited was Where is she going? Followed closely by And why? Had she cared to stop and socialize, she might have tried to explain that there weren’t many other options when no one bothered to talk to you because your head was always up in a cloud. In that peculiar way, she had been travelling long before she had found the carpet. The Where was of no matter now.”
August 4, 2014
Tales of Wonder
“But the best nights were the ones when Granny would heave the old fairytale book off the shelf and beckon Horace to her chair. “My eyes may be failing,” she’d say in a whispery croak, “but the stories never do.” And Horace would then spend a good hour transfixed at her feet, sometimes using both hands to keep his jaw from lolling.”- Emily Kinney
August 3, 2014
The Wanderers
“Great shookin’s!” Innabop exclaimed, her gaze darting left and right. “We’s really are’s lost nowst.”
Rivvo, wincing as her bony toes dug into the side of his face, let loose a rumble across his tongue.
“Feeered, Inna?” he intoned.
“Nan!” she bit back, brushing her hair back with flushed dignity.
Arlemmi didn’t even bother to glance back at them. By now, she was used to their banter, and knew it was useless to try to intervene.
August 1, 2014
Forbidden Visit
“The river had swelled to almost a third its normal size. That didn’t bode well for the marsh, which had swelled nearly twice as big. As a general rule, the river faes and the marsh faes weren’t supposed to enters each others lands to frolic and be a nuisance. But, with their boarders pratically touching, how exactly were they supposed to resist invading? Just a leap or a hop and there they were.”- Emily Kinney
July 1, 2014
BIG NEWS: Texas Teen Book Festival to Feature Lauren Oliver!
Oh, I love that lady.
Originally posted on BookPeople's Blog:
The second headliner has been announced, and y’all, this just keeps getting better. Lauren Oliver,author of the bestselling Delirium series and Before I Fall, will come to the Texas Teen Book Festival as this year’s closing speaker!
BookPeople Children’s Book Buyer and TTBF Program Director Meghan G. says that, “Lauren Oliver has emerged as a true literary talent over the last five years.” Oliver’s YA book Panic has been optioned by Universal Pictures in a major movie deal, and her first novel for adults, Rooms, debuts this fall.
The announcements keep coming from the Texas Teen Book Festival (formerly the Austin Teen Book Festival). Get the news first by following TTBF online:
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Texas Teen Book Festival happens on October 18, 2014 on the campus of St. Edward’s University. It’s one of our favorite events of the year. We’re proud to be co-founders of…
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June 20, 2014
the success formula.
the success formula.
Originally posted on * Thup:
Yes, I believe in success formulas.
They’re everywhere.
For just about everything.
(In work, life, and love.)
Okay. So if you want to be a successful writer (or creative artist),
read through to the end of this post.
Because writing has success formulas, too.
For instance…
* Look at Blake Snyder‘s Beat Sheet. Following Snyder’s formula, movies surge through the box office to pulse in our veins. We remember the movies: their meaning, their message, and how they made us feel.
* Look at Joseph Campbell’s monomyth and The Hero’s Journey. Following Campbell’s formulas, books surge through bestseller lists and into our cognitive and emotional pathways. We remember the journey, the challenges, and the characters like they’re our friends.
* And I believe that we’re hardwired for story --
hardwired to receive epiphanies, challenges, and emotional catharsis through story. Time after time, story captures and changes us.
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