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Overview of Dark Isle

When evil begets evil, a choice is forced on Quinn, the one person who can see  the danger. Does she save the ones she loves, or does she save the world from  Chaos?

As the realms of Fae…

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Something Wicked has moved on…

This is the briefest of posts today because I will only be saying this:

Farewell Ray Bradbury, an incredible man whose mind took us, the readers, to the most amazing places.  Heaven’s gain is truly our loss.

Photo from the LATimes (6/6/12)   Below is a link to their article today.

http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-ray-bradbury-20120607,0,5622415.story

P is for Panda

Bonus quick joke post courtesy of my offspring (in keeping with the potty theme of the day):

Why should you never invite a Panda for dinner?

Because all it does is eat, shoots, and leaves.

N is for Nonet

Day 16 of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge – “N

Nervous is the newborn novelist,

Needing always a new nugget.

Noting novel nonfiction,

Nestled in nifty nouns.

Noesis nudges,

Nags for notice.

Now nulling

Nascent

Nerves.

Nonet:  A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables; the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional.

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so…..Nefarious ninnies will be nabbed and notably named as notorious nincompoops.

Nau’to twibaounme  (Burmese)

H is for Huitain

 Day 8 of the Blogging From A to Z Challenge April 2012 – H

Hurried huntsmen hasten to hunt

Herding hapless hares towards home

Happy to have horses up front

High hills and hidden hollows to roam

Heading house bound into the gloam

Hasten towards heartwarming blaze

Hypnagogic heat forms a dome

Heavy heads nod off in a haze

(Helpful Hint: huitain = group of eight lines of verse with eight syllables per line with a rhyming scheme to adhere to)

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so…..Hell actually hath a lot of fury for a hacking hooligan who heists another’s handiwork.

Ha det bra (Norwegian)

G is for Gastronomy

Day 7 of the Blogging From A to Z challenge April 2012 – G

Gleeful gents and gals are getting geared up as green grass and great growth gives way to grand celebrations. Guests and grandparents gladly gather as we give grace to God on Easter (or as my hubby says, give props to the guy in the sky).

Gastronomical gluttony grows gargantous guts as we gorge on gravy, grains, goodies, and grapes.  Glad are we for children’s giggles gleaned from grandiose games and gifts of gelatin globes.

Gotta go get my goose eggs……

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PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so…..Greedy grabbing is a gaff and I will be galled at your graceless behavior.  Don’t be gauche.

Goodbye!

F is for Fall-behind Friday

Day 6 of the Blogging From A to Z challenge April 2012 – F

First: Forgiveness please from my fans, followers, and fellow A-Z Challengers as Friday fell to a fury of fast footed feral fiends (aka my children). In my frenzy to facilitate my fiction I forgetfully pressed “Safe Draft” instead of “Publish” so Friday’s blog was flubbed.

Fiction finds fun in farce and fantasy so for Friday’s feature I forged a fable.

Fearless was our fine frog Fred. He would frolic and fuss from the first few rays of the fiery sun. He’d then fill his nights with fanciful fun. Forever forgetting to find himself food, he would follow the fireflies flickering by fields of feathered ferns.

Farley the fawn feared for Fred’s flaw and said, “Fall is fast finishing and frost will be here forthwith. Foolish folly will find you a famished fellow.”

Forgoing this foretelling advice he forged into the foliage, fixated on a fine fast fox.

Flaunter of funky fortune to the finish”, a feeble flounder said.

Finally fell the freeze, facilitating snow falling in folds over frontiers. Fellow forest foragers found their faithful, fortuitous finding of feasts would keep them fit and fat.

Farther out in the fields a famished, fickle frog flailed. Fred’s feet were frozen fast to a fence for he flippantly failed to follow his friends.

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PLEASE NOTE: This is my original material so… Forgery is a felony and for finding you fiddling with my fiction I will forever feel you are a feces (plus I’ll tell your Mom).

Farewell!