Sharing this because it reminds me of Toby in my book, The Guardian. I also think that we all can relate to this in one way or another.
Plow. Ignite. Build. Focus.
Sharing this because it reminds me of Toby in my book, The Guardian. I also think that we all can relate to this in one way or another.
Plow. Ignite. Build. Focus.
Well, here we are. After the last 9 months of craziness, we are finally moving into our home. This has been a long anticipated adventure with many ups and downs. We had the wonderful privilege of watching our home being built from the ground up. We chose interior layout, color schemes, etc… and will FINALLY get to enjoy the benefits of living in our newly-built home.
It all started with a basic frame.
Which gradually built up and began to take shape.
Details were added.
Concrete poured and fences were built.
It wasn’t long before the interior began to take shape.
Landscaping was added, which makes me happy. 😁
And details were added inside.
Over time, our new house began to feel like home. Finally, after a very long wait, we are ready to move in.
It feels good to be back home in the Pacific Northwest. 🏠🌲❤
Does any of this look familiar to anyone? Sums up my life to a tee. Heehee. 😁
It has been ages since I’ve posted anything on here. Although I’m not trying to make excuses, I do have legitimate reasons.
1. I quit my teaching job in December and have been looking for work on a slightly different career path.
2. I found that path as a director of a school age program in Seattle.
3. Therefore, we are now downsizing, packing, and purging everything we own and stuffing it into a POD in preparation for a move across the country.
4. We are selling our house in Texas while purchasing a new one in Washington.
5. I spent 4 days driving from Texas to Washington, where I now reside.
6. Since our house in Washington isn’t ready yet, I’m staying at an Extended Stay with bare minimum until our POD arrives in October when our house is finished.
7. Sadly, within this timeframe, I have been suffering from severe writer’s block, which I’m hoping will be cured when my life settles down from all these changes.
All these changes are good though. I’m starting a new job, which I’m hoping to make a career of, I’m moving into a brand new house, and I’m back home in the Pacific Northwest where I belong. Within the next few months, my life should once again maintain some kind of normalcy. I am hopeful that my writing hiatus will come to an end as well.
Welcome back to Author Spotlight! Today, I’d like to introduce you to JL Madore.
JL is a full-time, multi-genre romance novelist giving life to fantasy, paranormal, time-slip historical, and contemporary love stories. She loves to twist Alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines into chaotic, hilarious, magical situations and make them really work for their Happily Ever After.
“Destiny my ass.” Jade Glaster refuses to believe the Fates rule her life. Orphaned after an attack by Scourge soldiers, a young Jade vows never to be powerless again. Once grown, wielding the affinities of fire and healing, Jade protects innocents as an enforcer for her world’s elite policing agency—The Talon.
When an emissary mission to reinstate a race of exiled Elves brings Galan into her life, Jade finds herself overwhelmed by new passions, some welcome, some not. Although Galan’s antiquated views on women offend her to her heated core, when the Scourge attack his family, she helps him navigate the outside worlds he knows nothing about—the magical Realm of the Fair and, stranger still—the modern streets of Toronto.
Through their sensually charged pursuit of justice, Jade discovers that when dealing with the Fates—destiny is never random.
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“This fantasy romp has it all: swords, magic, elves, shifters, evil queens and drag queens.”
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Book 5, the final book in the series, Fate’s Journey, launched July 24th – Free on Kindle Unlimited
Watcher Untethered – Book 1 of the Watchers of the Gray, Dark Angels Series
To be immortal, but still feel pain and bleed like a sieve sucks ass. Part of this world, but not. Alive, but not. There are the Darkworld feeding quotas we police, the humans we protect, and then us—Nephilim—living in the shadows of cities that know nothing about us. And if we do our job right, never will.
Wounded in battle, Zander wakes in a daemon feeding ground, bound to a human female. The origins of the restraints are unknown, the woman – Austin – a risk for Otherworld exposure. In the midst of human corpses, and with relationships punishable by death, Austin tempts a part of him he’s locked down his entire existence. His beast, however, the part of him that consumes every dark soul he’s ever dispatched, pulls at its tether, fighting to claim what can never be.
Danika Glass grew up feeling more connected to the past than to real life. With her gift of Psychometry, touching antiques allows her to witness glimpses of history unfolding first hand. A successful relic hunter and thief, when Danika touches a rare Roman coin, she is suddenly not seeing history but living it.
Hurled back in time to Rome, 79 AD, Danika realizes that the coin’s energy is gone and she is trapped. Catapulted into the intrigues of politics, soldiers, and spies, she walks the dangerous line between convincing her captors of the coming danger and making herself a target. With time ticking, these violent men of the past threaten to not only claim her body and her life . . . but also her heart. For here, Quintus Porcius Magnus, the Praetorian guard tasked to discover her truths, shows her a level of loyalty so foreign to her that when faced with a choice, Danika is torn between two vastly different paths—one of safety and the other of desire.
In The Shadow is an episodic adventure which joins the great historical romances of Diana Gabaldon and Susanna Kearsley.
This week’s spotlight shines on David Taylor II. David is an author, songwriter, producer, educator, playwright, and poet. He writes sci fi, fantasy, children’s literature, and comic books. He is the author of the new children’s favorite, Diary of a Smart Black Kid and is also adding to his Dear God children’s series.
His latest novel, Lucifer: Soldiers, Serpents and Sin is an internationally bestselling book. He has created an entire story world called The Realm from that first book and continues to expand it with coloring books, comic books, and audiobooks.
He is a co-composer for the smash hit theater production, Eye of the Storm: The Bayard Rustin Musical, nominated for 3 Black Theater Alliance awards. In 2015 his book Wayward Pines: Survival, from the hit Fox TV show of the same name, broke top 10 in the Amazon bestseller list and is currently still in the Top 100 of Kindle Worlds sci fi.
He is the writer of the independent comics The Nephilim Wars, The Order of Orali, and the Kryo-Karuto.
He is also the founder of Authors At Last™, an online site for Masterclass training for authors.
He is the proud father of two, as well as a lover of football, pizza, and a good glass of lemonade.
Baron Winters is an 11-year-old African-American boy. He’s smart, black, and a Geek. That means bullies, bullets, and beaches. And girls. Can he survive the challenges of going into sixth grade? Can he decipher the mixed messages of adults? And are his struggles unique, or are they our own?
So I almost got shot today – End of Summer Part 1
So I almost got shot today. But I’ll get to the gun thing in a minute. See, I love summer bike riding in my hometown. It’s homey! Also. I might be using cycle therapy (see what I did there?) to casually ignore the fact that it’s almost here.
“It” meaning, the test that will change my life.
Well ‘almost’ actually meaning springtime next year. Still. WOO HOO! Yeah, only geeks count days until tests. So color me count-y. There’s something happening in my life even sooner, however. That would be the Blessed Advent of Junior High School. And by ‘Blessed Advent’ I mean ‘yeah I’m scared brainless.’ Sixth grade is just a few days away. Sixth grade. In a few days. I need to do really well this year in school to even qualify for the test in the spring.
But in the meantime, I need to graze in every boy’s natural habitat: sweat! According to my mother every time I take a shower I’m wasting water and running up the electric bill. Haven’t figured that one out yet. But what I do know is that It’s August and that means bike riding ‘til it’s dark. Till dark, I tells ya! Also. Adults and kids have different definitions of ‘dark.’
Speaking of my hometown, it’s right outside Chicago. Lots of bike paths. Although I prefer riding in the streets. I probably shouldn’t tell my parents that I played chicken with a bus one time. Yeah maybe I’ll leave that out of our next dinner ‘So how was your day?’ discussion.
August is a funny month. I’m pretty sure it’s named after Augustus. Who was like, the first Roman emperor. And I know that more babies are born in August. My mind’s kind of buzzy like that, all funny factoid n’ thangs. Maybe that’s not one hundred percent true because my big sister Christina (she’s eighteen) was born in May and my big brother Zeke (he’s twenty-one, SO old) was born in December. But that was with dad’s first wife and not my mom so does that make the August thing totally bogue? Anyway. August is still like the last dance with summer, so it has all these really hot days. Maybe so you can like soak up some extra sunshine or heat or something because winter will make you forget all of this.
Then there’s Friday, which has to be, like, the best day of the week ever. It’s the only day of the week where’s there no downside. Like if candy were turned into a day. Because:
-No work the next day
-Allowance money comes
-Cartoons and pancakes all morning
-You can sleep until the sun stops talking
Also. Every single sleepover in the history of people has happened on a Friday night. Then there’s pizza, which has to be like, celestial in origin. Greek gods ate ambrosia and nectar. American gods eat pizza. I’m sure there’s a god law that says so. Pizza was invented for Fridays. Pizza is the king of food.
So I think that makes Friday like, the king of days. Or it would be if there was a contest for such things. Like Friday would beat up Thursday and take Wednesday’s girlfriend and exile Monday. Because who loves Mondays? Nobody, that’s who.
Tuesday is clearly like that kid that nobody notices except when they do something crazy. Like for example when it follows a three-day weekend. Then Tuesday feels like Monday part deux and ugh. Three day weekends are always fun though because they’re like extra ketchup on a burger. I have noticed that my big brother and sister seem to be able to pack more fun into their weekends than I can. I guess that’s part of the benefits of being older. I’m not even fully a teenager and already it seems like being a non-teenager is the coolest thing ever. Except for maybe Minecraft. I can’t imagine anything out-cooling that. Hey wait wouldn’t it be awesometacular if Friday got in a fight with Minecraft to see which one was cooler? I’m pretty much figuring there is a magical place where all this stuff that kids imagine actually happens, or else why would we be able to imagine it? Well. Anyway. Friday wins all battles and sometimes I wish it could be forty-eight hours long because that would rock like Ben Grimm in a mudslide. Friday is life.
Except for the fact that this particular Friday there was that gun thing with the cop. I was downtown in my second favorite bookstore, Kirst & Dorsten. This cop followed me out of the store. Then he watched me unchain my bike from the rack. Like he didn’t believe it was mine. I wanted to get out of there in a hurry so I started moving faster (because what kid likes being stared down by law enforcementicals?) Then he totally pulled his gun on me. I had to drop my bike and my lock, and faceplant myself.
Running down my leg, my sweat shook hands with my pee and said in unison “we’re in trouble.” I just never pictured dying before my first year of junior high school. Fortunately, after he saw my highly trembly demeanor Officer Not-So-Friendly seemed to no longer think I was a thief.
So I left. (note to self: put an I.D. tag on your bike when you get home. Oh and change your pants.) Maybe I should get a tattoo on my bike that says “Property of Baron Winters.” Because I could never get like, a real tattoo. My mother would look at me like I grew a second face. Then she’d break the one I have.
So I pretty much decided I wasn’t gonna let Captain Overanxious back there suck the joy out of my day. Even though he almost Rodney King’d me. Yeah, I watched those videos. History Maaaaan! Plus if I qualify to take that test at all, nothing’s gonna stop me from doing well on it. That’s just not gonna happen. But I’ve got a whole school year to get through before I’m there. And I’m gonna live in Comic Book World until then. Oh um along with studying of course. Hashtag not a slacker. #NotaSlacker
I had gone into Kirst & Dorsten because I didn’t have time to ride all the way across town to the Comic Shop. Sometimes K & D has some comic books. Although lately, my allowance was on life support after a trip to buy some comics. Comics are like, five dollars per book. I love love LOVE the Comic Shop tho. They have everything. Comic books, RPGS, action figures (They. Are. Not. Dolls.), game nights, DVDs, posters. I could just live there. I would if I could afford it. Jeezum Lord a’Mercy I could just see the drama if I asked my dad for more allowance money. I wouldn’t recommend that to my worst enemy.
…Well actually, I would because I can’t stand that evil Derek Kilroy. But. Anyway. I haven’t figured out yet why the stuff you hate the most takes up so much brain space. But then again I guess the stuff you love the most does too. Life’s kind of funny that way but when I grow up, I’m gonna invent some kind of brain filter memory device.
Like…like…totally awesome Forgetto Glasses!
Holy mother of haggis they will be the best-selling thing ever. Know why? Because what people wouldn’t give to be able to have selective memory. Know how I know that? Because all parents in the League of Adultage have selective memory. They can’t seem to remember all the stuff you’ve done right when they’re yelling at you. Just the things you do wrong. I’d like to perfect that and then flip the switch so I could only remember the good things.
…Then again, what would happen if you didn’t know how to classify a memory? Yikes, I sense a bug in the software. Oh well, I’d figure out a way to classify memories for targeted removal. Because I totally could.
If I wasn’t already such a genius I would invent patented Genius Pills and turn myself into a genius.
Eeeyup I have solved all problems.
This week, the Author Spotlight shines on ML Sparrow. ML Sparrow is currently the author of several full length novels, three novellas and a slew of short stories published in various anthologies. Her novella, A Tangled Web, was a finalist in the 2017 Next Generation Indie Book Awards and in the 2017 Readers’ Favorite Awards. Another novella, Red Days, was a winner in the BookExcellence Awards, Current Events category.
She will write pretty much anything that pops into her head, no matter the genre, and enjoys keeping her readers guessing as to what she will write next, though you can pretty much guarantee that there will be some degree of romance!
As well as writing, she enjoys travelling and is currently living in Tokyo. Her travels are a constant source of inspiration and she has an endless supply of ideas for future novels…
Her book Flirt, the second in her What Happens on Campus series, was released July 27th, 2018. It’s a contemporary NA romance.
*Contains scenes of drug and alcohol abuse.*
Flirting never hurt…
Forced to give up her promising gymnastics career due to a devastating injury, Riley Murphy decides to join her twin sister at St Joseph’s University in Texas. Finding a best friend in her roommate, Chloe, she nonetheless finds herself going off the rails as she indulges in drugs, alcohol and boys. However, playing quickly turns into something she can’t control… Too ashamed to confide in her friends or family, and with a boyfriend who does nothing but feed her addictions, the person she turns to is Cameron Lucas, someone she knew as a child.
Cam’s loved Riley since he used to go to work with his mama at the Murphy estate, but she was always so far out of his league. Now he’s beginning to realize that he never really knew her in the first place… However, that realization only deepens his feelings. But the question is, how far is he willing to go to help someone who won’t help them self? And can he discover the demons driving her to self-destruct?
A cool breeze ruffled his shirt as he stood on the wrap around porch. Even outside there was a horde of people drunkenly weaving around. A guy he recognized vaguely as being on the football team entertained his friends by juggling with beer bottles. Predictably, he dropped them all but luckily the grass cushioned their fall and none shattered. The group of stocky football players laughed uproariously and Cameron sighed.
He was just thinking of leaving when he spotted Riley in the crowd, dressed in an even skimpier dress than the one she’d modelled that morning. The sight of her made his heart race. Unable to leave now, he followed her with his eyes as she joined a group of guys on the verge by the road, giggling and flirting, falling all over them. One swooped her up in a fireman’s carry and slapped her butt. She beat his back and struggled, but she was laughing.
When he put her down, another guy grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. The guy was practically humping her leg and she was acting like it was just a bit of fun, not an insult.
Unable to watch any more, he pushed through the crowd toward the street but something made him pause and glance back over his shoulder. Growing up in a rough area, he knew how quickly these things could escalate.
The guy who held her had his hand thrust up her skirt. Riley was no longer laughing and her smile was strained as she tried to shove his hand away.
“Drew, stop it. Don’t touch what you can’t afford,” she joked.
When the guy didn’t release her, he stepped forward without a second thought. They were all double his size, but in that moment he didn’t care.
Shoving through their ranks, he demanded, “Let her go.”
There was a moment of awkward silence and then someone snorted. “What are you going to do about it pipsqueak?”
Color rose in his cheeks. Instinct told him to back down in the interest of self-preservation, but then he noticed Riley craning her neck to look over at him, her other hand slapping angrily at Drew’s chest.
Squaring his shoulders, Cameron cleared his throat, yet his voice still came out sounding weak. “Get your hands off her, she said stop.”
The guy who’d confronted him stepped closer, towering over him, so close that he could smell the beer on his breath. “You want to fight, kid? Come on then.”
Cameron shuffled back a step and his opponent laughed, glancing over his shoulder to encourage his friends.
Curling his fingers into fists, he used the moment of distraction to strike. His clenched fist connected with the guy’s jaw and he stumbled back, hand flying up to his bloody lip. There was a brief moment when he got to admire his handiwork, before payback came in the form of a punch to the eye that sent him reeling backward.
He must have blacked out momentarily, because the next thing he knew he was on the ground and someone was standing over him. Anger sparked from Terri as she stood with her hands on her hips, clearly braced for battle.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she shouted.
“We were just having some fun,” Drew replied, releasing Riley who gave him a shove before moving away.
“You broke his glasses,” Terri accused, stabbing a finger at the guy who’d punched him.
“He started it.”
Pushing himself upright, Cameron opened his mouth to speak, however, Terri was on a role.
“Hardly a fair fight, was it?” she snorted contemptuously, making him feel about three inches tall. “I’m betting you’d be kicked off the team if Coach found out.”
Drew narrowed his eyes on her threateningly. “You going to rat us out?”
She shrugged indifferently, clearly not cowed. “Maybe, maybe not. Depends if you plan to stump up the money for a new pair of glasses?”
“Hey, Terri, you all right?”
Cameron turned his head to see a tall, lanky guy of either Asian or Indian descent walking towards them. Behind him, two more football players followed and he recognized the one with brown hair as the guy Riley had been flirting with on the quad earlier.
Scrambling to his feet, he brushed himself off and pulled off his glasses to check the extent of the damage, though everything was a messy haze without them. They fell apart in his hands.
“You’re gonna have a nice shiner there.” Looking up, he wanted to dislike the brown haired football player that Riley seemed to have a fondness for, but his smile and tone were friendly.
“What are you fuckers up to?” the other guy growled. Tall and broad, with too-long blond hair and a red baseball cap, he was more than a little intimidating.
“Nothing,” someone piped up immediately and the group shifted guiltily, glancing at one another.
“Go do nothin’ somewhere else.”
Without another word, they scattered, heading into the house.
After a moment, Terri turned to face him. “Are you all right?” she asked.
He nodded. His eye throbbed, but it was his pride that really hurt. Clearing his throat, he glanced around, “Is Riley okay?” He couldn’t see her and his stomach dropped.
Without his glasses it was hard to see, but he thought Terri rolled her eyes as she said, “She’s fine, she’s probably gone chasing after them.”
“Terri,” the Asian guy chided and she swung around with a scowl.
“Well, it’s the kind of stupid thing she does all the time,” she snapped. “And you can stop taking her side, you’re supposed to be my friend.”
“I am your friend. I just think you’re a bit harsh on her sometimes.”
“That’s because you didn’t grow up with her, she’ll do anything to get attention. She just can’t handle not being in the limelight.”
Cameron watched the back and forth with a sinking feeling in his stomach; he’d always thought there must be more to Riley than what everyone else saw, he’d had faith that under all the flirting and drama she had a heart of gold, but Terri was her twin and she seemed to think Riley was just as shallow as she appeared.
Shifting uncomfortably, he felt his ears burning as he drew everyone’s attention back to himself. “I, um, I’m just going to go.”
“How far can you see without your glasses?” one of the other guys enquired, waving a hand in front of his face. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
The blond with the baseball cap punched his arm, growling, “Stop bein’ a dick.” However, when he turned to Cameron his expression wasn’t too terrifying. “You’ll get used to him,” he said. “Dawson likes to wind everyone up.”
Behind his back, Dawson pulled a face and made a hand gesture.
“I’m Parker. I think I’ve seen you ‘round, do ya live in Oak, too?”
Nodding cautiously, Cameron racked his brains trying to remember if he’d seen Parker around. He was sure he’d remember if he had; Parker looked like the kind of guy he’d usually try to avoid, but then he did spend most of his free time either working in his room, or in the library.
“We’re just headin’ back, mind if we walk with you?”
Again he nodded, though he felt like he’d just accepted a babysitter because they didn’t trust him to walk back to the dorm alone.
Welcome to another episode of Author Spotlight. Today, the light shines on Aduro Tri. Aduro is a full-time author, while trying to learn computer programming, having a base online presence here and there. Specializing in High Fantasy stories that take place in an expansive world with the intention of them feeling alive, while also being able to dabble in other genres. With a deep love of storytelling and especially character creation. As well, he prefers to stay in the company of nature and animals over people, while at the same time enjoys playing video games as a hobby. In as quiet of a city as Mountain Home, ID, though, quiet might not be the word as a train passes through the town every now and again.
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There are many things Elvera Antos—the Kingdom of Edithien’s High General—dislikes: losing a fight or failing to protect her people and family are among those. However, when she awakens battered and bruised from a fight she unable to recall, she finds that she had been away from her kingdom for longer than she had planned. After finally regaining her memories, she finds her list of dislikes quickly expanding. The integrity of the kingdom’s defenses is in question, and there is a sinister plot that threatens the safety of not just her people, but the entire world. Now, with the aid of her unwaveringly loyal Knights of Edithien, she is faced with a difficult prospect. To protect those she loves, she just might have to do something she never imagined: commit treason.
Darkness; to his eyes, it was like a blur of pure black that was about to engulf him. It was overwhelming, and it felt as if all the air was being forced out of his lungs. It wasn’t until he fell to his knees, clutched his stomach, and gasped for breath, that he finally realized what was happening. It was like having a bucket of water thrown over him, and new sensations filled him. The sheer number of them, and their intensity, made him double over, and try to curl up into a fetal position. He already wanted to surrender.
That was far from an option though, as he felt a hand lift up his form by his long, silvery mane; as it did, a new sight greeted him. It was the sight of someone he knew, but she was unlike what he recognized; the mare, with a black coat and streaked violet mane, was surrounded by a thick, black aura that made him feel like someone had their hands wrapped tight around his neck. Her mane seemed to move as if lifted by the aura around her.
Just as he was lifted to meet her gaze, he noticed briefly that her pupils had narrowed to cat-like slits. The sight sent chills along his spine. He was soon flung against the wall, and it was only when he managed to draw in a sharp breath that he could look up from the ground. A new figure was there: a bright orange fox, cloaked and hooded, firing spell after spell at the mare, who was easily able to either deflect them with her bracers or avoid them entirely before—
He swore that, even from this distance, he heard at least two or three ribs breaking from that one punch. The vixen was sent crashing into the wall. How could they even stand up to someone like her? He thought about it while slowly trying to get to his feet. He felt pain in his own chest, almost like someone had shoved a spike through one of his lungs, and coughed while trying to balance himself as he clung to the wall.
“So you can move after all,” the mare hissed, her voice backed up by a second, deeper one. “Here I was worried that you’d miss the rest of the fun!”
“Elvera, this isn’t you!” he cried, “You’re—”
Whatever he had to say next was lost, for in the instant he blinked she appeared just inches before his face. She was fast; faster than she used to be. Where had she gotten all this speed from? Where had she gotten all this strength from? It was unnatural. No one could be this strong! He laughed inwardly though, knowing that to be a false statement. He felt his body become lighter for just a brief second, and then crashed face first into the ground. Time couldn’t be wasted, however, as he flipped onto his back. He winced from the pain, his entire body screaming at him again.
He was lucky he did, too, because a bright blue light filled the room briefly before whizzing right by Elvera. Though it didn’t seem to hit, there was a visible look of panic on her face as she tilted back just slightly. She was just barely able to react fast enough to it.
“Aella, keep firing!” he ordered, turning his head to the vixen, but she needed no reminder.
Several blasts of light erupted from the end of her staff. Though smaller than the first, they flew right past him, and Elvera was forced to take a few steps back. She let each blast fly past her, missing by just barely an inch, coupled by a look of strain as she avoided them.
Just those few seconds that these blasts bought were more than enough. They allowed him to rotate his body rapidly enough to whirl up to his feet, and utilized both the momentum and friction he had generated to catch Elvera in a sphere of wind before she flew back along with it.
“As fast as she is, I think—”
“You think what?” Elvera growled, her gaze turning up to the male equine.
She didn’t wait long, feeling the darkness that enveloped her urging her forward. It was like a second force had taken over her entire body, and all she could do was follow it. She felt it urging her to take their lives, and she drew two swords from her belt, holding the one in her left hand in reverse to the one in her right.
“What were you about to say, Kalen? Go ahead, I’ll spare you for a few seconds longer!”
“I would’ve thought you’d be more original if you ever turned evil…”
That was something he knew he would immediately regret, and he entered a defensive stance with his eyes closed. He knew he was outclassed by Elvera’s combat skills, and he knew that it was over for him.
In mid-stride, Elvera found herself trapped in the worst imaginable position as, to her right, something new became visible. She couldn’t quite make out any of the details of it; all she saw was a beautiful shade of forest green filling her vision, before she felt a sharp blow to her head and everything left her. She felt every single ounce of strength vanish from her body as she hit the ground, and the world around completely vanished.
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