Trust, one of the most expensive commodities of life. We never give it all. And when we give, only a measure owing to the fact that I know what you're capable of not because you can't break it. Everyday we experience skullduggeries crafted by same like beings. Some we probably saw through. But we just let it be, maybe we're tired of fighting. Maybe we're better persons; maybe we realize it's vain and paltry. Or maybe we're just as guilty of our own chicaneries.
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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