On the Isle of Phoenix, a mad King named Cyrus ruled with fear. The Isle of Phoenix was known best by sailors across the world for its… Read more “Snow: Chapter Four”
Gim smiled to herself as her carriage came to a stop in front of the Blue Valley palace. She had only ever seen any of the castles… Read more “Snow: Chapter Three”
“Insufferable,” Prince Oberon said under his breath, exiting his father’s study. Fury burning his skin. The King’s voice still booming behind the large mahogany door. In the… Read more “Snow: Chapter Two”
Darasimi stood at the stove mixing her concoction, one ingredient at a time, for Lady Sybil, the eldest citizen of the black realm. The pungent aroma of… Read more “Snow: Chapter One”
I’m very particular. It’s a thing. Yet, I’ve never read a book of any genre, even the ones I’d give one-star to, and took nothing away from it. Usually, I learn something new, find a line that I absolutely love to quote, or connect with a character in some way, even if it’s just our shared love of the same ice cream flavor (this has actually happened).
That moment of just me and the mirror was everything. It was freedom in terms I didn’t need to explain to anyone because my hair, or lack thereof, said it all.