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I want them to fall in love with characters, get lost in a book, laugh out loud while reading, perhaps shed a tear or two, be able to name favorite authors and genres, see themselves in a book as well as learn about people very different from them. I want them to WANT to read for pleasure. Ray sometimes felt that her sister might have been a better queen, despite the occasional flouting of trivial laws.
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Joule could usually keep the council in line. She was a better fighter and a fairly good leader. Apart from that basic trait, nothing. When the heir to the throne of Aura, Lapis, had taken a portion of their magic to defeat the hypnoformers, Joule had made a slight mistake and given Lapis every drop of power she had for the hugely difficult spell.
Normal magic was things like enchanting a brick to float in a cloud. Difficult to learn but not life-changing. A problem she could figure out how to solve. Wispy gray hair sprouted from the crown of his mostly bald head. Five fairies were killed and there was a riot as well. On the wall of the building there was a message, which I will not repeat. Photos were taken of the crime scene. The council passed them around the table like a gruesome game of show-and-tell. They showed the once-pristine building in shambles. Both red and orange wing blood splattered everywhere.
Desks had been thrown on their side and paperwork lay everywhere. Get out! It was signed in dark red: The Ironmob. Beside the bone chilling warning was an insignia. Ray peered closer at the picture. It was a black rectangle, vertical, with one red line on the right side going all the way down it, then on the right side there were three red lines, the shortest one in the middle, and the longest at the top.
Ray wondered if it was symbolic of anything or if it was just the first thing this Ironmob thought of. Considering the hypnoformers had stolen her magic, that was not the most sensitive thing a mind reader could say. Arid cleared his throat. Other ideas?
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Also during the Hypnoformer War, Lapis had briefly gone into her own past using a complicated spell cast by Oak, the king of Aura, but still had not been able to change anything. Messing up the future in a big way was nothing anybody needed. I hate humans! You hate everything, you annoying, immature little moose. Ray decided to keep the retort to herself.
Or at least as much as you could when one of the people in the room was actively reading your mind. Joule wordlessly passed it to Ray, who gave it a small orange zap of magic. Its curved walls folded out and out until it was a cube, about half a meter tall. On each side, a video began to flicker. If you do not allow us to take back what we deserve, we are not afraid to resume the war.
After all, there was never a treaty that prevented us from doing just that, only a war that was slightly more important. Glaciem awaits your response. Ray agreed, but she would not have phrased the question that way. This was a complicated moral issue. It was true that the humans were still dumping poison into the sky and, since it was warmer, Glaciem had lost some sky that had previously belonged to them because their boundaries were defined by cold climate. They had been at war on and off for more than fifty years. He might even have been sitting at the head of the council table, at the seat that the queen currently occupied.
Nope, not the time. Ray cut off the wishful train of thought before she felt worse than she already did. She plastered on her business face and prepared for the slew of bad ideas that her council would put forth.
She stomped over to Vulture, the plump councilman who had apparently been sleeping throughout the meeting. She stomped on one of his feet, grossly wedged into oversized dress shoes, and he woke up with a groan. His four chins wobbled as he spoke. The side of her mouth twitched in a slight smile. When all was said and done, Joule was right.
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Beginning in , Tom Wolfe wrote 10 triple-spaced pages every single day, or around 1, words per day. When he finished his 10 pages, his work day was done. And then, most of his time was spent researching, not writing. The explosion shook the ground. Flowers fell off the stems, the hill itself shook. Ivy fell down the hill she was looking for wildflowers on in the valley, tumbling this way, and that, and when she landed, her dress was ruined, and the flowers that she fell on were now destroyed.
She gasped, and tried to get up, but just fell down again, the rest of the way, and landed on the bottom of the hill, tired, and annoyed. Ivy managed to hike up the hill, to see what had happened. Thick, black smoke rose from a nearby village. Sparks flew in the air and one somehow landed on her arm. Ivy yelped and smacked her forearm, the burning ember flying to the ground and burning out, leaving a small, glowing red dot on her arm from where it had burned her. Flames flicked up, licking hungrily at the wood of the houses.
Smoke was in her pale green eyes, making them water, and she coughed and choked, the black smoke infiltrating her nostrils. She lay on the dirt path and groaned, turning over, trying to take deep breaths of fresh air. Ivy put her hand to her face, and wiped away black soot from the fires, streaking her hands black. She slowly got up, and she ran. Ivy ran until she saw the green glint of Emerald stones that decorated her home. She walked up to the door and yelled out.
His Black hair bobbed as he came around the corner.
Ivy smiled at him. He shook his head. The loud rumbling became louder and louder, as chains rolled on the left side of the gate, which was towering above her. The ground rumbled a little, as the gate slowly lowered down, until finally, Bang! The gate rested at her feet, and she walked across it, smiling, and waving goodbye at Ophiron. The chains rolled with a hearty, metallic grind. We really have to get a different gate, she thought. She took a deep breath, and made her way into her home; the royal palace. Ivy walked down the echoing palace corridors. She was the youngest at the age of 7 of all her siblings and half-siblings.
She had one other sibling, an older brother named Cosmos, and six half-siblings after her mother had married twice more before Ivy was born. Her oldest five half-siblings had been born to one husband, and he had died soon after the last was born. Her mother had remarried and had Roxanne.
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Then after her second husband had disappeared, she married for the last time for the sake of her children and her world she ruled and had Cosmos and Ivy. Most of them barely knew she even existed, and Ivy was closest to Roxanne, the third youngest. Roxanne was pretty much the only one who understood Ivy. A golden chandelier with green Emeralds hung above her. It sparkled in the sunlight as Ivy kept walking. Thud, thud, thud. Across the white marble, her feet moved.
Her mother was the queen of their world; the earth world, Gemasia. She was wearing a new, green dress today, as usual, that Ivy thought looked absolutely amazing on her. It was off the shoulders, with floral lace sleeves. It spread out underneath a v-shaped waist, into a beautiful, flowing, gown. Emeralds decorated it. She also wore a golden crown, that twisted and swirled in different decorations and directions. More emeralds studded it, and it rested upon her smooth, chocolate colored hair. The queen walked towards her. She wrinkled her forehead in worry. After she had explained the explosion, Ivy started shaking a little.
Hot tears sprang from her eyes, making everything blurry. Ash ran down her damp face. Not caring whether she ruined her new dress, she walked over to Ivy the rest of the way and gave her a hug. Ivy decided the emotion she was showing was anger. She was furious. Furious at the people who destroyed the villages. The thoughts swirled in her head.
She mumbled for a bit more, pacing, as her mother just stared at her. Suddenly she stopped murmuring unintelligible thoughts out loud, and jumped up, startling her mother again. Ivy smiled at her, and ran forward, tackling her in a hug. Baffled, her mother just smiled and nodded. Ivy nodded many times, quickly.
Then, wiping the rest of the black dust from her face, they stood there for a moment, before Ivy realized that she had a plan to unfold. She nodded again, not sure what else to do. This is just the first part of the prologue. Or in my book, it is too long to be a prologue, so it is part one. Honestly I expected these word counts to be higher. It just goes to show that writers are regular people who just enjoy crafting stories.
Honestly for some reason I thought they spent the majority of their day in front of a keyboard. I enjoyed the word count entries and I really like your online word counter. I was glad to see one author talk about episodes which is what I call my posts. By the way I searched average IQ of writers and most are about 30 pts above me. Later when I was inside in the kitchen I kept hearing chirps so I moved the blinds over and looked around the little black table and through the holes in the lattice and as far up the trunk of the Deacon Tree as I could but was unable to spot any birds.
During Acclimatization I went out and sat on the steps and then I saw a mockingbird land in the bread tree. I played peek a boo with it but I also kept hearing chirping. The mockingbird continued moving closer and closer to the trunk of the Deacon Tree and then I saw the baby.