I can feel the weight of the Nameless One's darkness lifted from Edil-Amarandh.
And, thank the Light, none of our small company perished in our quest for the Treesong. Saliman came very close, but thanks to Hem, he is still with us and has returned to good health.
Maerad had me worried for a time with her visions, but it was meant to happen, and the dead, I'm sure, helped her to battle Sharma.
Now that my journey is over, I'm rather
Still reading that Hugo Award package stuff...
and it is working, in that I'm getting more of an idea of what I like (or don't.)
Which I believe is the idea: informed choices for voting. Though I'm not going to Canada, sadly, I quite like the idea of voting in the Hugos and making my mark, little though it is.
Have just about finished writing the review for China Mieville's The City and the City. on the whole I liked it, but quite brief compared
My sister gets married tomorrow! Scary to think after 26 years she'll just lose her maiden name like that. The weather better pick up. Trust Ireland to make sure it rains in May, and May's always nice.
Ok so today, I made daisy chains (:
It made me very happy, actually
Currently Reading: nothing
Listening to: Miley Cyrus and Kill Hannah
In the first of these irregular reads, I’m picking (or rather I’m having picked for me) an F & SF Magazine between 1959 – 1996. As requested, first F & SF Magazine review:
The first chosen was the June 1995 issue, in its 46th Year of Publication. To put that in perspective, this issue is from the time when Kristine Kathryn Rusch was editor, when Gregory Benford
Updated April 28th, 2009 at 07:16 PM by Hobbit
That's the question. I guess the answer is it depends. It depends on who is writing, whether readers can find it, does it have anything interesting to say.
I will be interested to see if this one works, if I get comments back, etc.
I ask only because I've been thinking to publish my first book as blog if it doesn't sell. I suppose that putting the horse behind the cart. I'll investigate that possibility if it comes to that.
Updated January 3rd, 2011 at 04:35 PM by feitelberg
Being out to sea for so long has made me realize how much I value dry land. It also...revealed to me, certain aspects of Maerad's powers. While sailing, we came upon a Stormdog...the beast was effectively soothed by a lullaby sung by my young student. Needless to say I was shocked. I'm delighted that we weren't killed by the creature, of course, but so much power held by one person - one untrained person - could prove dangerous if not handled carefully.
I write this entry while amidst
What am I going to do now? Now that the Dark is gone, I don't have any idea what I will do.
I always thought that I would go to a School, Innail or Lirigon maybe, and become a real Bard.
But now that I am faced with the choice, I find I have no idea what to do.
~ Maerad of Pellinor
As I was telling Hobbit, Escapepod.org apparently reads the nominees for the short fiction Hugo Awards every year. So, if you are interested in hearing the stories read, visit the site.
So far I have listened to Mike Resnik's "Article of Faith", Ted Chaing's "Exhalation", and Kij Johnson's "26 Monkeys, Also the abyss". All three stories have been great so far with "Article of Faith" standing out for me because it not only deals with how humans
I have just had a new science fiction novel published, The Moirae Effect. You can learn more about it at http://TheMoiraeEffect.com.
Following his near death in 1995, Detective Jack Reardon awakens eighty years in the future. He has been retrieved by the Duncan Institute, a group that uses time travel to bring together great minds from the past to serve humanity. Albert Einstein, John F. Kennedy, Marie Curie and Benjamin Franklin are only a few of the individuals that call the Duncan
After my recent post on libraries, came across this one on the Internet today:
A pensioner has complained to her local Gloucestershire library after it started streaming pop music over its PA system.
76-year-old Doraine Potts, a retired Oxford University languages lecturer, complained to staff after hearing the Sugababes playing during a visit to the facility.
"I was trying to choose a book in my local library but I just couldn't concentrate. That's
Que imagem é esta de mulher que me persegue,
vinho suave que - eu sequioso - me embriaga,
que teima em existir por mais que eu negue,
me abraça, me incendeia e logo se apaga?
Ave branca que atravessa meu caminho
e cruel, com seus beijos me amordaça,
me faz enlouquecer com seus carinhos,
depois me abandona esvoaça...
Devo partir hoje,
o mais tardar amanhã.
E não quero que me vejas hoje,
para não guardares de mim uma saudade triste,
uma saudade recente,
pois agora estou assim, triste,
por saber que hoje, o mais tardar
(para Rosangela de Fátima)
a menudo pensando en ti
y veo a su perfecta forma de mujer,
al día retocar los labios de terciopelo,
a la noche escurrise por los cabellos de seda.
Si estás lejos de mí,
el día se convierte
en las delicias de la fruta que aprecio,
en el agua
Habida cuenta de los años son las manos
y van tejiendo lentamente
un manto de décadas
acerca de nosotros.
El tiempo es un tejedor