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It’s been a while since I’ve published anything here. I’ve been busy, with life and with finishing my story, as well as updating the official website, sage-eyes.com. In order to consolidate, I’m moving this blog over there. It has a lot of information about the book I’m writing and about me. I will still be coming up with blog posts, hopefully with more frequency, and hope you check it out and comment!  Also, my book has a trailer, take a look!

Hope to see you at sage-eyes.com! Thanks for everything!

 

Hyperion (Hyperion Cantos, #1)Hyperion by Dan Simmons
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book was a little hard to get into, as I had no frame of reference for this universe. But once I got through a few stories, things started to make a little more sense, although I’m still not sure I understand all the factions. Each of the six stories tackles different aspects of interstellar life in some 700-800 years from now. Simmons tackles topics like religion in that time, artificial intelligence, time travel, poetry, and small town life versus globalization (galactification?). For the most part, especially once I figured some things out, I liked it, but some things still took me out of suspended belief. Apparently, everyone in the future is obsessed with John Keats, and almost all the quotes are from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, of which there are many. And then, of course, there’s the cliffhanger, complete with the Wizard of Oz reference. I’m still deciding whether to let myself get sucked into the sequel. But it was a good book.

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11/22/6311/22/63 by Stephen King
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This was my first time reading a Stephen King book. I’m not a big fan of horror, so I chose one that wasn’t horrific. At least, I didn’t think it would be. And for the most part, it isn’t. For the most part, it was a nice read, and had me wanting to get to the end. But there are some problems. The narrator seems to have little trouble slipping back fifty years and fitting in. A lot of the racism and issues back then are kept to a minimum and more told than showed. But the biggest offense is that you go into the book thinking that you’ll eventually get to see Stephen King’s vision of what the world would be like today if Kennedy hadn’t died. Well, you don’t, not really. You get a brief overview of some events, some presidents are different (Hilary instead of Obama), but the most different is something supernatural, the fabric of reality tearing itself apart. Good enough book, up til the end, when it got lame.

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I’m free…free falling

“What are you doing in my house, you thieves?” Lady Folling asked. Her frizzy dark hair hung to the side of her face, which, with the fear surfacing, mixed with her defiance, gave her a surprisingly vulnerable and youthful look, despite her middle age. It almost made Simon think they had made a mistake.

“We heard you were a painter and thought to appraise them ourselves,” Tandrel said, flashing a smile as he rested his arm on David’s shoulder and leaned on him. David glanced up at him grumpily.

“You mean steal them, no?”

“Don’t jump ahead, please.  Appraise them, see if they’re worth the effort, and then steal them, sell them, and make a nice profit. We have good connections, surprisingly. You’ll feel honored to get such a high price for them. Although, of course, you yourself won’t be getting the money. But that’s no problem for you, seeing as you’re nobility and all. Your selfless contribution to the world and our pockets through your art is quite amazing.”

Lady Folling clenched her fists, not meeting their eyes. The dimly lit estate covered her face in shadow. “My painting are the only things that keep me sane in this place. After all the abuse I’ve been through, you would dare take them from me?”

This had gotten too personal. He almost wished he could call off the mission. Tandrel, however, acted mercilessly. “Your abuse? As if you knew what that was. Besides, you can always paint more.”

With a cry of fury mixed with anguish, Lady Folling shot twin icicles from her hands, meant to impale them. Although they had expected something like this, it still seemed foreign to Simon that this woman, almost a girl, could do something like that. He jumped away barely in time. The icicles crashed harmlessly into a wooden wall, just a few feet from one of her paintings, a dark and haunting scene.

“Careful now, you don’t want to damage your work. I hear moisture is bad for preservation.”

“So is light,” she said quietly, breathing deeply for a moment. A ray of darkness shot out at them, sucking away any light near it. This they had not expected. Who was this woman? Someone more messed up than they had originally thought. Dodging that, they ran deeper into the house, splitting up. Folling followed Simon, for some reason, so he knew what he had to do, even if he felt lost in this house.

Sliding through corridors, never letting her get a good shot, he made his way to the main parlor, hopefully. He dodged under another blast of darkness, making sure her footsteps still echoed behind him and pushing down wooden chairs and tables behind him to slow her down.

For a moment he didn’t hear her and paused to look behind him. Mistake. She still chased him, but now floating above all the fallen furniture and coming at him faster than ever. He saw a large stairwell on his right going down to what looked like a big open room, maybe the parlor.

Running at full speed, he grabbed the ballast and used his momentum to swing him at a right angle and stumble down the stairs, using the railing to keep from falling. Windows lit the space, revealing two men talking on some sofas. They looked up to see Simon coming down. Immediately, one of them, who wore armor, got up.

“So there are thieves here!” He began to draw his sword when Lady Folling’s shrieks filled the air. Everyone paused as she floated down the stairs, flying after Simon. He jumped out of the way of another ray of darkness, sucking in the light from the windows for a moment. Then she realized she had company.

“Ynette, what have you done?” Lord Folling, the other man, asked, shaking his head. Her expression wilted from rage to defeat in less than a second.

The armored man also shook his head, sighing. “I’m afraid I will have to report this to the judges. I expect the Knights of the Dragon to personally look into this.”

Lady Folling turned white. She managed to gather some indignation. “And this thief?” she asked, gesturing at Simon, who lay on the floor supported by one arm.

“Have you stolen anything, boy?” the man in the armor asked woodenly. Simon shook his head. “He is but a trespasser. Get out.” Simon scrambled to his feet. “Yours is the real sin here, Lady Folling. The nobility are prohibited from using magic, and Dark magic doubly so. I hold little hope for you.”

Lady Folling looked wretched as Simon left. “You’ll pay for this, thief!”

He met up with the others soon after. “So it worked?” David asked. “Our tip off to the city guard got her caught in the act?”

Simon nodded. Her last words would haunt his dreams for quite some time. David continued, “So what do we get out of this, again?”

Tandrel smiled. “Some of those painting look pretty valuable. And she won’t need them where she’s going.”

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Simon asks Princess Tiffany to dance with him. But should she accept?

“How’s he following us?” Tandrel whispered, hiding in the alley. “There’s no way he could identify us in that crowd.”

Simon looked at the necklace. A dark green gem reflected a darker version of his face, surrounded by other smaller gems. “So the Follings sent a tracker after us.”

“Simon, trackers are fond of wildlife, not cities. A hundred people line the streets; there’s no way he could know where we went.”

“Yet you say he’s following us.” Simon pointed out. Tandrel didn’t say anything, just looked for a way to get out of the alley. Meanwhile, a man with a groomed mustache and beard pushed through the crowd to get to them. Simon stared at Tandrel, who reluctantly answered.

“Yeah, I know, there’s obviously some explanation for this behavior of his. Magic.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “He can track us using magic? Shouldn’t he be chanting in the streets, and wouldn’t everyone know what he’s doing?”

“Simon. Please. Don’t be an idiot,” Tandrel said impatiently. “Heretics can use magic without anyone knowing what’s going on. No chanting or waving hands.”

“But there are some people who could detect him.”

“Yeah, the judges, maybe, but why should we care?”

“I’ll bet the Follings didn’t give him a pass.” Simon grinned.

“Of course they gave him…oh, I see.” Tandrel grinned as well, watching the man shove his way closer. “Maybe you’re not such an idiot after all.”

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