- STRONGER
- Arisen Darkness
- The Craft within Us
- Drip of Silver
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I took a step back and tried to see what was happening with them, but I hit something and felt a knife against my neck. One too many times I had been in this exact position. Before he spoke, I knew Aldemund was my opponent. He had been since the day he heard news of me.
“I could do it, Celestria,” he said.
I shivered. “Go ahead.”
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Labels: chapter 28, cursed with power
What madness are you speaking? I thought to myself.
“Do you remember me? Jacquette, Alaire's partner? We once had been a team...” She stared off into the distance. I choked on my words, barely being able to believe it myself. The woman who Alaire had been engaged to was in Belsgar, standing in front of me?
“You... You're Jacquette? You worked with Alaire, and you were the one who called off the wedding?” I said.
A gasp escaped from Aldemund's lips, but then Japhet ran from out of the audience. Once again he held a ghostly white knife. Though I did not know what his magic was, I cast a spell and he dropped and fell into the water. I grabbed him by his tunic as he chocked, yet even while he struggled he was tempted to stab me. I rapidly spoke words I knew would suffocate him. As I did so I felt a sharp pain in my arm. Glancing down, I saw he had cut me and was aiming the knife at my neck. The blood from my arm dripped down onto his tunic.
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Labels: chapter 26, chapter 27
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Fayth interrupted me and jumped up to point. “That ring! Christopher, I've seen that ring!”
I stared down at Alaire's ring, which I regretted having kept. Fayth ran over to me and grabbed my hand without thinking twice. My eyes grew wide as she studied my ring finger, and Christopher looked as confused and horrified as me. We waited in silence for her to explain the reason behind her outburst. When at last she dropped my hand, she did not return to sit beside Christopher. She knelt beside me, grimacing.
“Magicians who worked for Esmour wore those rings…” Her voice quivered and then she turned to glower at me.
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Labels: chapter 25, cursed with power
“Emeria?” I whispered. I debated whether to approach her or no. She was curled up into a ball, shaking like a baby. Having never seen anyone act in such a manner, I continued to stare.
There was no response that came from Emeria. She whimpered and the moment I decided I needed to comfort her, she began wailing. Despite how many times I continued asking her to hush, she would not listen to a word I spoke. I stepped forward and then felt something hit me in the back. I fell down, rolled over, and gazed up to see the man who I thought had given up on pursuing us. There was a serious yet hungry look on his face. Hungry…like he desired to kill us for pure pleasure.
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Labels: cursed with power
Picture reads: Friendship, a friend is someone you can be alone with and have nothing to do and not be able to think of anything to say and be comfortable in the silence.
Yet I realized that in several instances Celestria and Alaire's friendship is not always the most "comfortable". Shall I share?
I feel like despite the friendship that is between Celestria and Alaire, there have been several rather awkward moments. Let's not forget the bed scene, shall we? I have been rather pleased with the turnout of the relationship they have with each other, and it's interesting (for me, mind you) to see how they've grown with one another.
Anyways, I just thought to share this with you because I happened to find that first picture and then I thought "Hmm, how is Celestria and Alaire's friendship like this?"
If I've bored you, I apologize. Later on the Magicians series blog I will most likely be writing a post about Leal... or some kind of posts about a character (or characters). Now I am returning to chapter 24 and if I don't finish it someone must shoot me because I've been spending too long on this chapter.
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Labels: alaire, celestria, celestria and alaire
Caption reads: "Robert Pattinson slowly realizing that he doesn't sparkle in real life."
I literally am just posting this because I found it amusing. Don't ask me how or why I found this picture, and I apologize to those of you who like Twilight. (Because in case you didn't know I'm a proud hater.)
Maybe you found it funny...and maybe not.
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Then in a whisper, “Hello?”
Léal stood up and came toward me, and I was unable to back away. He approached me and stared me in the eyes. I raised my brow, for no one else before had been able to see me. Why did Léal take notice of my presence? How could he notice me when I was incapable of seeing myself? The questions ran through my mind as he stood before me, breathing and waiting for a response that would never come. He extended his hand to me and…
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Yes, I realize I've been missing in action for the last few days and I want to apologize. However, this post is to reassure you that I am alive, I am feeling fine, and yes I will return to blogging as often as possible. (That includes book updates).
The reason I was unable to make any connection to the online community was because our internet was down and we had to wait to get a new router. Now that it's here I can read my 30 new emails, godknows how many PMs, and return to the normal schedule of posting new material of my book. So I apologize, but I'm back and alive and that's what matters.
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Some places where we stepped were darker than others, but the fairies' glowing wings kept everything bright. Birds chirped from large, wide trees and a family of deer walked past us without a second glance. An owl flew from one tree to the next, and nearby one magician was a squirrel who was digging a hole for a nut. There were campfires, giving off heat, yet there was also a fresh and refreshing breeze that brushed through the trees.
Emeria suggested first we should find a place to sleep, since we did not know how long we would be there. My stomach grumbled, but I ignored it and agreed with her. I had eaten more than I usually would consume for breakfast. How was I hungry? I did not bother to question it, hence I looked around with Emeria for a empty place. There were people everywhere we went, and with the way they huddled together it did not appear they would let us stay with them. Then, after all, we could not depend on making friends here. While Emeria was among people she could trust, I was surrounded by enemies.
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Labels: chapter 22, cursed with power
“Goodbye?” The word squeaked from my lips. He made it sound as if Alaire would die tonight, and there seemed to be constant dwelling on death. I, of course, thought on the subject much too often as it was, but Grefin was a doctor and an educated man. When it was him suggesting the worst, there was not much left to hope for.
“Da, because it is possible that he may not recover,” Grefin said. When I frowned he added, “Make no mistake, there is hope that he will live, yet I must be blunt with you. He does not act like a man who wishes to fight off death.”
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I realized today that it has been quite a while since I last posted. In case any of you were worried, I am --thankfully--still alive and overall well. With the amount of lengthy projects and review packets from school, I have been beyond overwhelmed. Unfortunately, that is one of the main reasons that lately my only posts on this blog have been updates on Cursed with Power. I wanted to personally apologize because I love updating this blog --though I don't know if you feel the same--and I felt really guilty today when one of my readers asked "Chapter 21?"
Yes, it has been much too long since I last updated Cursed with Power. It's ironically really because I've have chapters 21 and 22 finished for several days now. However, it has entirely been slipping my mind to upload them onto inkpop because I've been writing essays, staying up until godknowswhen finish chemistry, and overall waking up tired beyond words.
Now that the weekend is here I am hoping to relax some, though I imagine I won't be able to do that for long. Tomorrow my friends are coming over to celebrate my birthday --if you didn't know my birthday is on the 10th, now you know--and then Sunday... Eh, I'll study and write that day. (Not that you care.)
Before I bore you a moment longer, I just wanted to once again apologize that I haven't been around much. I'm sorry I can't comment as often as I would like to on some of your blogs, but just because I don't leave a comment doesn't necessarily mean I didn't at least take a look at the post(s). It may be a while before I am able to return to my normal return and whatnot, but until then please do not get bored with my posts simply of updates.
Speaking of... I have updating to do before some fans of Cursed with Power come after me. If you read this entire post, I have a lot of respect for you.
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“Perhaps you took Daciana's warning too lightly. That place is not for Dark magicians; as she said, the best of good magicians go there.” Grefin replied.
Emeria proposed, “I could go with her. After all, who would question her if we said that the great Grefin de Villy had sent us?”
Before Grefin could open his mouth, I countered with, “Wait a minute! I never said I needed a twelve year old girl with me so I could have an easier way to get in.”
“I am fourteen, thank you very much,” Emeria said.
“Whether you like it or not, the truth of the matter is you cannot enter Belsgar on your own. There are magicians who guard at all hours of the day...and night. To enter without any name for yourself... We would soon have only four Dark magicians alive,” Grefin said.
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