Blur, most times I like when it's blur. It has no much ambience, not sharp. The observer have to look ogle.
It could be labelled a beauty spot, a manila (if celestial) or just blot.
Then, it takes time to unravel the truth. You have to be interested to see through the grime. Cos in front's just an illusion, a mirage. The truth lies ahead waiting for a buckle down to awaken from its rest. It hides behind earnestly waiting for a philosopher to come discover and the king to give the word. Cos when God hides a thing, its the honour of kings to search it out.
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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