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fantasy

Television

Ashes of Love

My first full 65 episode, and all Viki Rakuten comments included, Chinese drama and I was amazed at the creativity. Creativity in story telling and in the visuals. Was tempted to fast forward a bit when things got a bit boring without the main story progressing, but there were always Viki live comments to keep me laughing. It’s a predictable start, a jilted queen of the Flower kingdom ensures with her final dying breath, her daughter will not fall in…

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Literature

Everything I have to say on the Throne of Glass Series, Celaena Sardothien, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and the men in her life

*** Spoliers ahead : This post is not a review but a discussion for people who have an opinion on the books (or don’t mind spoilers at all..) *** ** I also skipped Tower of Dawn and you’ll see why below ** Hot. It’s a word I don’t use often, specially when describing characters from a book. Sarah J. Mass’s epic Throne of Glass series might be badly edited but nevertheless is fantastically imagined. Also, am still confused if this…

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Literature

War of the Fae: Book 1 (The Changelings)

war of the fae book review

My favourite part of War of the Fae is the beginning – the setting of a high school, complete with a rebellious teenage heroine and her dorky best friend. In fact, it was so normal that I quickly verified if I was actually reading ‘War of the Fae’ and not some other YA book accidentally. Don’t worry, this is a fantasy novel. The author Elle Casy has a few surprises planned for her reader. **Minor spoilers ahead** You can get…

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Literature

The Name of the Wind

The Name Of The Wind Book Review

“If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way” If J. K. Rowling made me want to write, Patrick Rothfuss made me feel like giving up trying to write even before I start; there is no way that I could write even half as good. The Name of the Wind is a masterpiece. Am in love with the writing. Patrick Rothfuss feeds your imagination with a magical world building that…

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Espresso Shots Mythology and More

headcount

ravan was chasing me. he had ten heads and ten faces and ten sets of teeth bared as he sprinted effortlessly, bow and arrow in hand. his skin was swarthy, his eyes bulged, his hair blew wildly in the wind. i could feel my breath getting shorter and shorter, till there was practically no breath left. my feet were tired. my head was hurting. how would i ever come out of this alive? then i remembered something. i stopped running.…

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Espresso Shots

on glinjerade rim

  steam rose in quiet swirls from the tea cup. the sky was cloudy, a faint hint of tea leaf in the air. it was almost 8am. allyrie swung past the second ellipse and turned toward trudon high. in the depth of her manah, she saw licks of myriad hues, a gushing sound came closer. was there a flood of vyrka on trudon high again? there was no time to ponder such things though, allyrie was on her way to…

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Poetry Rambles, Rhymes and Tales

A Future Fantasy – A poem

Sometimes I wonder, how the future would be Sometimes I ponder on the lines of a fantasy With not just flying cars, but people flying around A visual spectacle, something like tomorrowland And then I begin to think, how will be the societies? Will there be peace around, or still the animosities? Will the borders be erased, will it be a free world? Or avenging continues for matters age old? Will there be equality among genders, classes and races? Will…

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Espresso Shots

by the pond

i dreamt of my father and mother today. he was looking handsome. she had that calm air about her which had always been hers, as though she had made it herself. with every gaze of her sharp brown eyes, every raising and lowering of her eyelids, the slow purposeful turn of her head, the stillness she held in every line and curve. she could turn the calm into what she willed in an instant. it always impacted you with such…

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Espresso Shots

rainy days and sundays

“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it whirred about and dashed against the blooms of the bright yellow trumpet flower. “oh, up early today i see!” exclaimed the lavender mauvely, it was the nearest to the blues it could get. “let it be… let it be…! let it beeeee…” replied the carpenter bee, it had a thing for punning. no one ever said a bee couldn’t, after all. lavender rolled its spikes,…

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