Tequila! Would you not think fallen angels would be immune to it."
"Fallen, hate that word! I prefer..misplaced
Tag: fantasy christian ya fiction-novel
When I saw you today -- I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of the waiitng rushed through me in a second. That's something .... but I don't know if it's certainty.
David LevithanTag: fiction-novel
A day without someone to hold you or a day without someone to share, is a day easily forgotten.’ - Vera Richardson in Mr Alhourani's Dead Man's Spots
D.M. LeeTag: humor humour contemporary chicklit fiction-novel
The only wand you'll ever need is a better-feeling thought.
C.G. RousingTag: fiction science-fiction paranormal young-adult fantasy-fiction epic-fantasy fiction-novel fantasy-young-adult fantasy-series
I don't understand how meat like you survived to adulthood.
Peter WattsTag: vampire fiction-novel blindsight peter-watts
God does not shout; He whispers, and in that whisper is the way." Chyna Shepard in "Intensity
Dean KoontzTag: fiction-novel
I forgive, but I don't forget
Olivia ShanTag: fiction-novel
A man who respects his wife, does not sleep with other women. And a woman who respects herself does not allow her husband to get away with it
Courtney GiardinaTag: romance drama divorce fiction-novel
Extract from 'Quixotic Ambitions':
The crowd stared at Katy expectantly. She looked at them - old women in black, exhausted young women with pasty-faced children, youths in jeans and leather blousons chewing gum. She tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she blurted out her short speech, thanking the people of Shkrapova for their welcome and promising that if she won the referendum she would work for the good of Maloslavia. There was some half-hearted applause and an old lady hobbled up to her, knelt down with difficulty, and kissed the hem of her skirt. She looked at Katy with tears rolling down her face and gabbled something excitedly. Dimitar translated: ‘She says that she remembers the reign of your grandfather and that God has sent you to Maloslavia.’ Katy was embarrassed but she smiled at the woman and helped her to her feet. At this moment the People’s Struggle Pioneers appeared on the scene, waving their banners and shouting ‘Doloy Manaheeyoo! Popnikov President!’ Police had been stationed at strategic points and quickly dispersed the demonstrators without any display of violence, but the angry cries of ‘Down with the monarchy!’ had a depressing effect on the entertainment that had been planned; only a few people remained to watch it.
A group of children aged between ten and twelve ran into the square and performed a series of dances accompanied by an accordian. They stamped their feet and clapped their hands frequently and occasionally collided with one another when they forgot their next move. The girls wore embroidered blouses, stiffly pleated skirts and scarlet boots and the boys were in baggy linen shirts and trousers, the legs of which were bound with leather thongs. Their enthusiasm compensated for their mistakes and they were loudly applauded. The male voice choir which followed consisted of twelve young men who sang complicated polyphonic melodies with a high, curiously nasal tenor line accompanied by an unusually deep droning bass. Some of their songs were the cries of despair of a people who had suffered under Turkish occupation; others were lively dance tunes for feast days and festivals. They were definitely an acquired taste and Katy, who was beginning to feel hungry, longed for them to come to an end.
At last, at two o’clock, the performance finished and trestle tables were set up in the square. Dishes of various salads, hors-d’oeuvres and oriental pastries appeared, along with casks of beer and bottles of the local red wine. The people who had disappeared during the brief demonstration came back and started piling food on to paper plates. A few of the People’s Struggle Pioneers also showed up again and mingled with the crowd, greedily eating anything that took their fancy.
Tag: fiction-novel
I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.
Erica Sehyun SongTag: adventure fantasy fiction adventures fictional fiction-writing fictions fantasy-fiction fiction-fantasy fiction-novel fantasy-young-adult fantasy-ya adventure-fiction
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