We tell a lot, yet reveal little. Facts so many yet truth hidden. Hinged to solace we live in public, lone rangers. Our smiles hide our sorrow.
So careful of our hearts, afraid to take risk. We tell you so much about us yet that's just everyones' truth. Seeming perfect but get too familiar you unravel the spots. We just want to read you to reveal the rest. Most give up at inception, a lot read the cover and believe that's all. We're so secure we've devised this sorcery you can't just penetrate our hides. We'll just to open up.
Reading Children of Blood & bone . The narrative & descriptions felt so real. Whenever I got lost in a fantasy world of panthenaires, lionaires, maji, kosidans and magic I never wanted leave. Those moments felt like I lived the fiction & I wanted no escape. "Kwame brushes past me, running for the heart of the battle. He grips a dagger tight in his hands. Then he slashes open his palm. Blood magic. Horror settles into my bones. It’s like the world slows to a stop, stretching the seconds between this moment and the last Kwame will ever have. His blood glows with a white light, splashing as it hits the ground. In an instant the ivory light surrounds him, illuminating his dark skin like a god from above. When it reaches the top of his head, it seals his fate. A fire explodes from his skin. Smoldering embers rain from his body. Flames blaze around his form. The fire erupts from every limb, shooting out of his mouth, his arms, his legs. The blast towers meter...
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