RATING: 3/5 BLURB: Feyre's survival rests upon her ability to hunt and kill – the forest where she lives is a cold, bleak place in the long winter months. So when she spots a deer in the forest being pursued by a wolf, she cannot resist fighting it for the flesh. But to do so,… Continue reading Book Review: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas
“Marie, are you in here?” “Shhhh... I’m meditating. Go away.” Charming. I thought, closing the shed door and hurrying back to the warmth of the kitchen. I took a sip of her unwanted tea. Why she insisted on going out there at all hours was beyond me. “I feel more at one with nature” she’d said… Continue reading Shed Some Light (Friday Fictioneers)
Perhaps a New Year's resolution of mine should be: to be more punctual. Lateness, or 'arriving exactly on time and no earlier with unbrushed hair and a slightly harassed air', is part of my very being. My punctual friends are not keen on this, but then lucky for me most of my friends agree that… Continue reading That Time of Year
In the lead up to, what has commonly become known as, Blue Monday (the most depressing day of the year), Domestic Violence Campaigner and writer Jennifer Gilmour will be giving away the Kindle edition of her debut novel Isolation Junction. Jennifer is a survivor of Domestic Violence and since 2015 has become an advocate for… Continue reading Free Kindle Downloads of Isolation Junction: Raising Awareness of Domestic Violence
She had to keep walking if only to find some solace for her naked feet. The ice underfoot was biting at her toes. My shoes. Where are my shoes? Innocent words she’d thought and spoken so many times in her lifetime. Would she ever be able to utter them again without these haunting memories? She… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction: A Lucky One
She had always worn an underskirt. I remember them swaying in the breeze as they hung side by side on the washing line, crisp and white. Although they were much more than that. They were my sail on far flung adventures across the sea; the flag of my enemy surrendering at last. A beautiful veil… Continue reading So Many Stories (Friday Fictioneers)
“This one, this is it” Maive pressed her cheek against the elegant pile, a sweet smile on her lips. Her hat teetered and fell to the ground, point first. “Move over, I’ve got this.” I flicked my hair behind my shoulders, wrapped my arms around the towering roll and pulled. Maive smirked at my efforts but I… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Which One?