Curses of Seven – 7

The words had barely left her lips before the pooch stormed into the woods, not caring. After all, she had just stated she would not come along on their journey. She wiped blood from her mouth and looked around for her bag of belongings, only to find it ripped to shreds by Raidon’s claws. Tears of anger welled in her eyes, and if she could have screamed she would have, but he had left great damage on her vocal cords and talking earlier had made it hurt worse.
Why did I even agree to this? Her throat burned by trying to hold the tears back. I can get into the library by other means.
With her back against a tree, she let herself slide to the ground, her gaze never leaving the canopies above her. Even though Raidon had done excessive harm to the forest floor and torn a lot of trees up with their roots, the skies would not show through them. She could really have needed a bit of sun about now, seeing as she was barely able to keep her tears in check.
Only one week along with other people and she remembered clearly why she preferred to be alone. People, regardless of species, were filth. No matter what you did to or for them, you were always the bad guy. Always. Anger started to boil in the pits of her stomach and she wiped away her tears. This was pitiful, if people would not understand her, why did she bother? She owed the faerie and the pooch nothing, and for the curse… she did not care if they stayed that way or not. It had hit her like lighting from clear skies, leaving no trail of who or what that might have done it, and up until now she’d believed she was alone. She’d like to keep it that way.
“My, oh my, my, my, my,” a low-pitched voice reached her ears and she felt numb to her emotions immediately. “I never thought I’d see the Banebringer cry.”
The Oracalee-spirit materialized before her in an instant, revealing the tiny creature she was. A faint glow surrounded her, making it hard to sort out her features, but Morgan could tell she was a beautiful little entity. The spirit was no bigger than her own underarm, and she had long, and white flowing hair tucked into a curly ponytail, ice blue eyes, long sharp ears, and a body covered with white flowers and small leaves. A small crown balanced on her head, and her horse-like tail flowed around her, never touching her wings.
“Long time no see, Banebringer,” the spirit mused as she danced back and forth in front of her, fog emerging from underneath her tiny feet. “I believe you’ve robbed me of my prey twice now. I was just about to get him when he fled into the forest, hunting for his faerie.”
Morgan eyed the little thing, not bothering to answer. If they had met she certainly did not remember, but then again, her name was known across the land among many, and she had encountered hundreds of people claiming they knew her.
“I am hungry, you know,” the Oracalee pouted and forced her bottom lip to tremble.
Not my problem, she thought and fought the urge to roll her eyes.
“Are you concerned of his curse?” the spirit flung itself into the air and danced around her, purring in her ear. “I can tell you in trade for one of your secrets.”
“He’s a pooch,” she replied with her rasped voice, indifferent for the answer of the Oracalee. “That’s a curse enough.”
Yet, was she curious at all? She couldn’t recall a single moment from the last week where she had bothered to even think of it. Nayeli had revealed hers the instant they met, but Raidon’s simply did not interest her. Although she did indeed think being a dog was unfortunate enough on its own.
“Return the faerie and let us out of the forest,” Morgan wheezed. “And I will let you live.”
The spirit giggled and floated over to where Raidon had run before turning and showing her a long and silver colored tongue. It did not take her threats seriously, which would be its doom.
“One secret for another,” it hummed. “Your darkest one, for the faerie.”
Morgan scoffed, slowly rising from the ground, her tears all dry now. This creature did not realize she did not play games. In the past she would have let this incident go, letting the faerie and the pooch be slaughtered, but something deep in her core had shifted.
“There is a name I can’t remember,” she raised her voice ever so slightly while taking a step towards the tiny thing, and the spirits’ ears flickered at her.
“Your lovers name, no?” it asked and lazily floated towards her. “I do, I remember his name, but I do not believe this is your darkest secret. It seems so… small.”
Morgan did not respond, annoyance creeping up her spine along with grief. As usual, she let annoyance win, unable to keep her posture in check.
When the creature came close enough, her small nostrils flared at the sudden change in smell, and a shriek escaped her lips when Morgan flung her claws after her. Fog immediately emitted from all around them and Morgan growled as annoyance turned to anger. It bubbled underneath her skin, making her limbs tremble.
She was angry she was all alone, she was angry at the spirit, she was angry humanity existed, she was angry for letting Raidon harm her, she was angry she was still helping him now, she was angry at herself. At everything. Everything.
“Why do I bother?!” she screamed with new found power to her voice while looking for the spirit.
The fog was thick around her, but this time she knew where the Oracalee was. With a snarl she hurled herself forward and whisked herself the last distance to add power to her attack. Her fist hit the spirit directly in the ribs, and a small cry sounded from it before it slammed into a tree with a bone shattering crunch.
“Tell me why!” Morgan had lost all sense of herself, seeing red, and she threw herself after the spirit, ready to crush it underneath her foot.
The spirit, not ready to die, shrieked and slammed her palms together. It released all its power at once, sucking all the light around them into oblivion. All that was left was a thick and impregnable darkness, the Oracalee-spirits’ hunting ground.
Morgan stopped dead in her track and closed her eyes shut, trusting her ears to help. Anger kept bubbling in her veins, making her tears once again surface. Why did she care? Why? Tears ran down her cheeks and she clenched her claws so hard she pierced the skin on her palms, causing blood to drip down between her fingers. The dull pain eased some of her anger, and she swallowed hard, trying to control her emotions. They would not cause her death.
“Banebringer!” a hollow and furious voice shook the darkness around her. “You hurt me!”
The spirits angry wails amplified so much her own blood vibrated from the force, also causing the forest floor underneath her feet to slightly shake.
“I’ll have your head!” the voice split into a thousand voices, casting echo through her body.
Morgan flung herself to the side, barely escaping the shadowed claws swiping at her. Their presence had come too close to her skin and their magic left a torn scar in the air.
Something next to her cracked and rumbled, she realized it was a tree falling to the ground, and her heart skipped a beat. No one had ever seen the true shape of an Oracalee-spirit. They were formed as small and beautiful girls to lure their prey into their ground, and once there no one could escape. But she was not no one.
“Release the faerie,” she snarled. “And I will let you go with your life as payment.”
A high-pitched laughter boomed from all directions, poking sticks into her anger. It still did not take her seriously, and it would still be its doom.
“There’s no escaping me!” the Oracalee roared, and Morgan once again had to step to the side.
This time she was not fast enough, the claws shredding deep into the skin on her back. Her teeth clenched, and she hissed at the pain while stumbling a step forward. Yet, she did not let the momentum go without causing some damage herself. She twirled around, her knuckles guarding her face, and she sent all her force into the foot that connected with the spirits’ face. It crashed into the ground, and Morgan, ever the graceful, stomped on its body before letting her fist tear through its hair, flinging the creature through the air and slamming it into the ground.
Another set of claws met her skin, this time on her leg, and she stumbled forward, losing balance. Her palms hit the ground, her flesh cutting into rocks, and pain throbbed through the ruined muscles in her leg. The wound ran much deeper than she would have preferred.
The spirit cried furiously and slammed into Morgan’s side. They tumbled sideways and its claws ran over Morgan so fast she had barely time to whisk herself further away to escape it, blood running from her forehead and closing her eyes shut. No wonder no one had ever lived to tell about this. The little thing showed great devotion in murder.
Before she could react, the spirit connected so hard with her ribs some of them cracked, and all the air in her lungs were forced out of her body. She coughed and tripped backwards, able to remain her balance this time, and she gained some distance on the Oracalee while collecting herself.
Pathetic!” the spirit screamed, with anger in her voice. “I expected a lot more from a Banebringer! You are pitiful! Abomination!”
Abomination, abomination, abomination, the word boomed into the core of her very soul, and even though her wounds throbbed, she straightened her spine and stood up taller, causing her enchantress nature to shine through the cracks of her hardened personality.
Magic or no, enchantresses were born with greater power than mere entities like this could fathom, and so often smaller beings made the horrible mistake of taunting their true nature out of them. Not knowing what they were truly up against.
“You expected a lot more, is that it?” she turned towards the voice and lowered her own, it dripped of hatred and power. “I will show you who I am, Oracalee.”
A frightened whimper let her know exactly where the spirit stood, and she walked towards it, slowly. Her legs shook from the pain, her ribs throbbing, but she did not care. It was time to end this.
Her claws clicked together at her side, her breathing evened out, letting her authority flow through the air as lightning. The ground underneath her feet crackled from her sheer force, throwing a fainted light over the spirit. It was beaten up after their encounter. Morgan studied its true form. It was dark, created from nothing but shadows. Red eyes glared terrified back at her, and sharp teeth and claws bathed in her own blood shone in the light. It was no bigger than before, but its presence seemed forced, as if it were there, but not. Its edges blurred into the darkness around it.
“B-but-” the spirit stuttered. “Y-your… your curse?”
Once the clearing was free of fog, she noticed Nayeli and Raidon, in his human form, a small distance away. Nayeli, still unaffected by everything, smiled faintly at her. Raidon’s mouth were shaped in a surprised O as his eyes followed the fleeing Oracalee-spirit into the forest. Once they snapped back to her his mouth closed shut with a clack. His gaze eyed the blood running from her ears, eyes, nose, lips, and open wounds, and she could tell the smell reached him from the faint snarl on his face.
“So,” Morgan stumbled over her own feet. “You are free to leave the woods now.”
An unsteady step forward caused the world around her to spin viciously. Her legs gave in, her body falling to the ground. Raidon rushed forward and caught her in his arms, carefully turning her over without touching the gaping wounds on her back.
“Easy there,” he mumbled, steadying her trembling body.
His concern was disgusting, she hated it. She hated she was unable to stand on her own, but even her own consciousness was fighting against her. Pain searing through her veins like wildfire caused her to involuntarily whimper against his touch.
“This is the second time in only a few hours you are going unconscious,” he growled annoyed, telling her she was mistaken about his concern.
Nayeli came walking over to them, her faint smile nowhere to see anymore. Worry schooled her beautiful features, and Morgan tried to focus on her, but her gaze kept falling back to the canopies.
“Thank you, Morgan,” the faerie knelt in front of her and laid a hand on her forehead. “I can’t heal you yet, the spirit fed on my life force, making even my blood useless for healing for a while. We’ll take you to Meaha to rest, after that you can go home.”
“I take it my blood won’t do much good?” Raidon asked hesitantly.
“Doesn’t matter, I’d rather drink toilet water,” she murmured before everything around her went dark.


Curses of Seven – 6


Raidon had ripped the forest to pieces for hours, but Nayeli’s scent had disappeared along with the creature. He roared in frustration and broke a tree from the ground with its very roots, and he slung it through the woods. It hit another one with a loud crack and both fell broken to the forest floor.
“Nayeli?!” he called her name for the thousandth time, a voice amplified by his werewolf form.
He’d lost her, he couldn’t believe it. Not after he promised to keep her from harm. They had not known each other for long, but she had given him a purpose when he’d been on the verge of giving up. It was all he ever needed, and none but her had given him the chance. The curse meant nothing to him compared to the resolve Nayeli brought with her, without it he would break.
A whimper from behind him caused him to swirl around, breath caught in his chest, but it was only the wretch. She had been unconscious for hours, her throat greatly swollen up, and her skin flushed. His breathing eased a bit when he saw she was still alive. Nayeli, the tiny creature she was, would murder him if he harmed any of the cursed they were looking for. He did, however, hope she could be somehow further blind when the curse was lifted, and he accidentally tripped over the witch’s neck, breaking it in the process.
“Your weakness disgust me,” he growled as the witch slowly sat up, rubbing her sore neck.
Blood dripped from her skull, and he acknowledged he might have showed her a bit too hard into the tree earlier, but then again, witches were more sturdy than mere humans. She’d pull through.
“My what?!” her voice was weak and cracked, it would take a while for her to talk properly again.
Her eyes were bloodshot, making her red pupils seem faded in contrast. Raidon snarled when she looked at him, baring his teeth. He was not alone in their group to feel a great hatred for others. It shone in Morgan’s eyes, and he was not so sure Nayeli would have asked her to come along if she could have seen it for herself.
Would she have asked me? The thought shot him as lightning from clear skies, but he pushed it away.
Morgan rose to her feet while wiping away the blood with her hand. All her limbs trembled with anger, sparks flying from her bloodshot eyes. His posture shifted, making him seem taller and more threatening, but she did not seem to care. A deep rumble sounded from his chest as she walked slowly towards him. His claws flexed, and he gritted his teeth. Even if he hated witches, he admired the way she carried her broken body. Although she was a lot smaller than him, she did not falter under his animalistic presence. She and Nayeli were the first he’d ever met that did not greet him with fear.
“You-” she said with a wheezing voice that carried great authority. “-If you ever lay hand on me again, I will skin your very flesh from your bones and shove your head so far up your ass you’ll never see daylight again.”
His ears flickered at her threatening tone, but his pride wouldn’t budge for her.
“I will not bow for the orders from a witch,” his spine straightened, and he looked down on her. “Not even for the Banebringer.”
Her annoyance radiated from her pores, and the smell reached his nostrils, causing him to an involuntarily sneer.
“Why is that?” she stepped closer, not bothered by his power-play.
They stood chest to chest, glaring at each other with so much anger and hate. Just like before, sparks were flying around them, causing the forest floor to rot and trees to wither away.
“Ignorance and arrogance is a path of downfall,” his growl rattled in his chest.
“So is pride,” she rasped back. “I have never implied I am none of those things.”
“Neither have I.”
“We both have good insight then,” her claws clicked together at her side, a habit he had taken notice she did often. “Let that be our common ground, and let’s find your precious faerie.”
His attention for Nayeli snapped back so hard he saw white for a moment, his muscles tensing so hard it hurt. How could he forget about her even for a second? The protective feelings he had for Nayeli had nothing to do with romance, but she reminded him so much of her, and even when he knew it could never account for his actions, he felt like protecting the faerie could ease his guilt.
“You told me to close my eyes!” he roared so loud and so suddenly he spat in her face, and the witch took a step back with annoyance painted across her face. “She is gone because of you!”
“Don’t think I don’t know what this is about,” Morgan wiped his spit away, unaffected by his outburst.
If it hadn’t been for his amplified hearing he would never have heard her, her voice was too broken and got lower with every word she said. Yet, he was not worried she knew about his past. Witches was born with a sixth sense of some sort, but he was positive they were not clairvoyant.
Focus, focus, he thought to himself. Nayeli first, everything else second.
Admitting he needed the wretch’s help was the last thing he wanted to do, but at this point he might not have a choice. Hatred for her over telling him to close his eyes was pulsating through his veins, but for whatever the reason, it must have been good.
“What are we hunting?!” he growled after a few moments of silence.
Morgan stepped further away, rolling her eyes and hips in the movement. The blood from her skull had dried up, and he noticed the wound was already healing. Witches did indeed have faster healing than humans, her voice would soon be fine.
His gaze followed her intensely as she slowly walked around the clearing he had made. Tension threatened to tear his muscles apart, but he forced himself to stand still. Werewolves was a species of immense pride, and having a witch help him felt wrong in all aspects.
“Ever heard of Oracalee-spirits?” she wheezed and raised her hand towards the forest, her backside facing him. “They capture what they assume are weak prey, holding them hostage. Their trade is secrets, the dark ones.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously, and his paws shifted on the ground. Making the already dead forest floor wither away to ashes underneath his weight.
Morgan turned her head towards him, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight. Her already bloodshot eyes had turned even redder, a single drop of blood ran from the corner of her mouth, and her body shivered as if she was cold. Apparently, he had done more damage than he had intended, but shouldn’t she be healing by- no, his focus had to be on Nayeli!
Her head tilted in the direction she had raised her hand, and for a second, he thought she had gone mad. There was nothing there, nothing but woods. Then… he sensed it. Nayeli’s trail. It was so faint his nose nearly did not catch on to it, but it was there. How had the wretch caught on to it when he could not? He was the hunter, she was an abomination of nature.
“Make it worth my while,” her voice rasped with anger. “And consider my work done. I will not accompany any of you further.”

Mental Health in YA

When reading this blog entry, I would like for you to have in mind that all opinions stated here are my personal ones. I completely respect that others might feel differently, and I would absolutely love to hear your point of view in the comment sections. You might have thought of something I have not.

I would also like to warn you about a few spoilers I will be bringing up from the stories of ‘All the Bright Places’, and ‘When We Collided’.
Do not continue reading unless you don’t mind spoilers.

When reading Young Adult-themed books, mental health and illness is often a reoccurring subject, and often the characters portrayed are struggling with their daily life. Every so often the characters are not portrayed as anything but their illness, taking their own personality traits away from them.
I would like to mention to those reading, that if you struggle with mental illness it does not define you as a person, you are so much more, and you are just as valuable as everyone else.

This is a repeating issue I encountered while reading ‘All the Bright Places’. While others love this book and finds it to be a great story about mental illness, I found it to be the complete opposite.
Theodore Finch and Violet Markey both struggle with mental illness, but that is all they are. There is nothing more to them at all, and the story ends exactly how you think it would.
We encounter three people who are suicidal in this book, in which two of them comes out of it alive because they admit they have some issues that needs to be sorted out.
Theodore Finch, on the other hand, he refuses to get proper help. He hates the idea of “labels” and medication, and… he ends up drowning himself after convincing Violet that life is worth living.

“Violet learns to live from a boy who wants to die”.

I find this to be a horrible idea for struggling teenagers that might read this book. Suicide is not funny, it’s not quirky, and it is not romantic. It is a permanent solution to a temporary situation. It leaves a non-healing wound in the soul of those left behind. I’ve seen it happen, and it was nothing romantic about the aftermath. Sitting at her funeral was awful, and I am now older than she was when she ended her life.

“Labels” should not be considered a dreadful thing. It helps you put your problems into words, which makes it easier to find solutions on how to improve your daily life. If you don’t know what parts of you that needs tuning, you’ll be grasping around in the dark.
Getting professional help, which is often frowned upon in YA-books, it’s in fact the opposite. Admitting there is a problem and deciding to seek help for it shows great strength. I dislike YA-books that portrays otherwise.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this entry, your mental illness, or label if you wish, does not define you as a person. It’s merely a tool to help you understand your illness better.

The author of ‘All the Bright Places’ experienced suicide by finding the boy she loved, and yet this is how she chose to go with this ending. She had a terrific opportunity to turn a horrible situation around and convince others to get help. It is a fact that many troubled teens end up committing suicide because of the romanticizing through books, movies, and TV-series.

In ‘When We Collided’ we meet Vivi and Jonah. Vivi struggles with bipolarity, and she’s taking medication to help her through her days. During the story she stops taking her medication, and Jonah experiences how her moods swing and sometimes makes her impulsive to the point of it becoming damaging to her physical health. At the end of the story, Jonah still loves her, and Vivi comes to terms with the fact that she needs medication.
To me this is wonderful. People who struggle are way too often labeled as unworthy of the affection of others, but this is as far away from the truth as it can come. Jonah acknowledges that Vivi is a troubled spirit, and it doesn’t make him care any less for her. This displays a positive message to the readers of this book.

Medication is often considered unnecessary, or again… another weakness… by a lot of characters in YA-books, and I constantly hear a lot of people around me saying that medication is not a good thing, that others should stop taking them.
So, let me stop you right there. While Theodore and Vivi are fictional characters, they portray actual illnesses that real people are struggling with. Vivi realized her medication helps her, and this could have saved Theodore, but as we all know by now, he is dead.
Never, never tell someone to stop taking their medication or that they are unnecessary! If you have found another way of dealing with your mental health, then I am so incredibly happy for you, that is fantastic, and I am proud of you.
However, your way of solving your problem might not be the right choice for others and putting stigma around medication and seeking help creates a lot of problems for the struggling audience.

Authors who write YA have an audience consisting of exactly that, not everyone of course, but there is a lot. At this stage in life where there is a lot of confusion and emotions going around, I think portraying mental illness as a weakness hits a lot of young adults the wrong way. Adopting the point of views from your favorite characters happens way easier than one would think. It can often lead to devaluing feelings towards yourself, and for anyone struggling this can be challenging.

I often feel like authors of this genre puts a lot of the stigma onto mental illness, when it easily could have been avoided. They reach a lot of people with their stories, so why not put this into beneficial use and help end the stigma instead?
Not everything in stories can be perfect or helpful, of course, but I think there could be another way to encounter this issue.

As Uncle Ben said; with great power comes great responsibility.
I find this to be true when you have others looking up to you and what you do.

When all of this is said, if you yourself are struggling with anything and want to talk, feel free to message me. I am also struggling, and I’ve got not one, but multiple diagnosis’ that makes my daily life a living hell quite often. I might be slow at replying quite often because I am exhausted 24/7, but at least know that you are not alone.

Thank you so much for reading, please leave your own opinion in the comment section, and I’ll see you next time!

Curses of Seven – 5


Morgan, who regretted her decision as soon as the faerie and the pooch was standing in her tavern, couldn’t do anything but to comply after all. The promise of the Faerie Library of Etherea, and the given proof of Nayeli’s power, was a chance she had waited for ever since that night over 100 years ago. While they had waited for her, she had changed her damaged clothes into another red dress, packed necessities, put up a ‘closed’ sign on the front door, and locked it for the earth knew how long.
Now, one week later and only a few hours left before they would reach Meaha, she leaned into a tree, shivering with cold, claws tapping silently on her knee. Her entire backside was numb, and sleep deprivation had driven her angrier than usual. The pooch sat across her, nailing her to the tree with his staring, angry eyes. His mouth was shaped in a silent growl, and Nayeli laid next to him, sleeping. The faerie required more rest than them, and as neither were willing to carry her, they had to wait for her to wake up.
“What are you staring at?” she finally snapped when he showed no sign of redirecting his stare.
“A powerless, and untrustworthy witch,” he replied, followed with a hostile snarl. “Even creating flames for us was too much for you. I can’t see how you’ll be beneficial for this group.”
Enchantress, she corrected in her mind before she rolled her eyes, annoyed he believed she was there for his comfort.
Nothing, other than herself, interested her. If she wanted to have light a fire, she would have, but she knew it would draw too much attention in here.
“You-” Raidon began, but a shrill shriek tore through the air, immediately waking Nayeli.
Before the second was over, Raidon stood with his claws ready for defense, his eyes glowing red and on high alert. The faerie sat up yawning, unaffected by the sudden sound, and she rubbed her eyes.
“I guess naptime is over then,” she said, her faint smile returning to her lips. “Should we go on?”
Another scream reached them before anyone could reply, and Morgan cuddled further into her blanket, also unaffected by it. Raidon’s body had tensed so much she could count the veins in his arms and neck, and he seemed distressed.
“Calm down, pooch,” she yawned apathetic. “These woods are cursed, remember?”
His chest rose and fell heavily, his eyes still glowing, and now searching through the trees. Not even Nayeli’s calm voice seemed to make him at ease, making Morgan wonder what had happened in his past to make him react this way. Being alert was one thing, but this was nearly frantic. If he tensed up more his arteries would probably explode.
“No, that was real,” he hissed. “Way too real.”
“We are sleep deprived,” Morgan reminded him calmly. “These woods will play mind tricks until we leave and get some proper sleep.”
Raidon’s eyes fell on Nayeli, and somehow his breathing eased. The protective shine in them was obvious, making it easy for her to start piecing together why he was acting like a guard dog. Not once since she went along with them had he strayed from Nayeli’s side.
“Should we get moving?” Nayeli smiled and stood up, brushing leaves of her curvy hips.
Another scream sounded, even closer now. Morgan’s attention stirred at the slight difference in pitch. Goosebumps ran down her arms and she took a deep and steady breath. She could be mistaken, but her hearing usually never failed, so she silently decided to keep her senses on alert.
“That wouldn’t be too bad of an idea,” she replied and stood up as well. “We are only a few hours away from Meaha.”
A flicker of movement redirected her attention instantly into the woods, and her brows furrowed. She studied the forest and all the green that came with it, narrowing her eyes.
“Morgan?” Raidon had noticed her tense stare and followed her gaze into the trees.
“We have to go,” she leaned down to grab her bag, her senses telling her they had to run. “Seems like you were right after all, pooch.”
It should have been impossible for creatures to be alive in here, but apparently this one had not gotten the memo, or it simply did not care.
Before they had the time to move, a strong wind hit her straight in the face, sending her tumbling backwards a few steps. A thick and heavy fog came rolling in around them and covered everything within seconds, making it impossible to see further than her own nose.
Ironic, she thought for a second, but then she shook the thought away.
An impenetrable silence surrounded her, and even with her heightened hearing she couldn’t hear neither Raidon nor Nayeli, even though they were standing relatively close.
She could not hear the creature either, but the oppressive sensation in the air told her it was way too close. Listening intensely, she grew out her claws and canines while her body slid slowly into a fighting stance.
“Nayeli, walk towards me!” she yelled into the fog, but no reply. “Nayeli?!”
A high-pitched laughter tore through the silence, circling around her, and she swirled after it. Raidon’s angry roars followed shortly after along with a low squeak from Nayeli. No, no, no, this couldn’t be…!
“Raidon, close your eyes!” she shut her own and placed her feet firmly on the ground. “Nayeli, where are you?!”
The creature moved too fast for her to locate it, and with her eyes closed she did not dare move. All she knew what that the weakest of them would be targeted first and seeing as Nayeli was visibly blind she would not stand a chance.
“Nayeli?!” Raidon’s heavy beast form shook the ground underneath her feet as he urgently moved around to find her. “Answer me!”
“She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone!” the high-pitched laughter suddenly sounded from behind her, and her blood turned to ice. “I won’t give her back, ha! She’s gone, gone, gone, gone!
Where is she?!” her eyes snapped open just in time to see Raidon’s fur covered muzzle before he gripped her neck and slammed her body into a tree so hard it cracked. “What did you do?!
A pulsating anger schooled his features and she gasped for air, unable to process the sudden change in the situation. She clawed desperately at his enlarged hand to ease it up while trying to talk, but nothing more than a tiny wheeze came out. Her feet dangled above the ground and the back of her head throbbed fiercely. Stars danced before her eyes, darkness pressed on from all sides.
Why did you tell me to close my eyes?!” He roared a hairs breath from her face. “Why?!
His hand tightened around her throat, causing her body to go lifeless in his grip.

How I fell in Love with Reading

Happy New Year, everyone! I hope you have all had a wonderful time through the holidays. At least I have, I spent it along with my boyfriend’s family a few towns over, and we got to bring along our cat.

I am sorry for not keeping up to my schedule to post every Tuesday. There’s been a few things in my life that’s been draining my energy by a lot, but I do hope to get back on track from now on!

January will be my last month of working at the shop I am currently at. I am so excited for what is going to happen after I am done there, but I won’t talk too much about it just yet.

What I am going to talk about, however, is how I came to love reading. This will be my positive start on the new year, and I would also like to hear about how you yourself stumbled into reading, and how you got stuck there. There’s always so many stories to share!

So, let’s start! When I was a kid I struggled to learn how to read for a long time, I was among the last in my class to learn how to, and if I remember correctly it finally happened during second grade.

Once the eternal and somewhat embarrassing struggle was over, my mom bough me a comic book named W.I.T.C.H. I am sure quite a few of you have heard about it. It came out once a month, and I couldn’t wait for the novel issues to be released so I could savor it all. I was in awe over this fantastical world, it was amazing to think that it all was contained between the pages of a cover. From here on and out, my interest in fantasy worlds was branded onto my mind.

Then came Harry Potter, and I fell in love with this universe. I remember the anticipation for every new book J. K. Rowling wrote. To me and thousands of others, she could not write fast enough.

When Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was released, I waited so eagerly for it when we opened gifts on Christmas. It turned out it wasn’t there, and like the ungrateful little piece of sh** I was, I started crying. I was heartbroken, but lucky for me, my parents had hidden it away and wanted to see how happy I got after being disappointed so severely! Pure evil and torture if you ask me, but my Christmas was saved, and I immediately started reading it.

What truly kept me going on the reading was the anticipation of discovering new worlds within all the books. When a story I love ends, I start the chase to find another one, and it never gets boring. Of course, I stumble upon books I probably could have done good without reading, but then again, it’s an experience, and it is exciting. They say that those who read lives a thousand lives, and I must admit that it does feel like it sometimes. Especially when I find those books I immerse myself into. Seeing the characters through their eyes, and to see their thoughts makes it easier to picture to their world, and more than once have I found myself wishing to see it for myself, in person.

So, I think there’s a limit to how much I can talk about this subject, but as I mentioned I would love to hear your own stories! What kind of book made you become a reader?

Thank you so much for reading, see you next time!

Best Books of 2017

Screenshot_20171226-125805-01Hello everyone! I hope you all are having a wonderful time during the holidays, I know I am at least. There’s been lot of enjoyable company, awesome food, and memorable moments.

Now that we are getting closer to the end of 2017 I find it appropriate to summarize my favorite books from the year. However, the books listed here are not necessarily published this year, I merely look back on the books I’ve enjoyed the most.

  1. A Court of Thorns and Roses

23666139When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a beast-like creature arrives to demand retribution for it. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal, but Tamlin—one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world.

As she dwells on his estate, her feelings for Tamlin transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie and warning she’s been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. But an ancient, wicked shadow grows over the faerie lands, and Feyre must find a way to stop it . . . or doom Tamlin—and his world—forever.

  1. A Darker Shade of Magic

23403402Kell is one of the last Antari—magicians with a rare, coveted ability to travel between parallel Londons; Red, Grey, White, and, once upon a time, Black.

Kell was raised in Arnes—Red London—and officially serves the Maresh Empire as an ambassador, traveling between the frequent bloody regime changes in White London and the court of George III in the dullest of Londons, the one without any magic left to see.

Unofficially, Kell is a smuggler, servicing people willing to pay for even the smallest glimpses of a world they’ll never see. It’s a defiant hobby with dangerous consequences, which Kell is now seeing firsthand.

After an exchange goes awry, Kell escapes to Grey London and runs into Delilah Bard, a cut-purse with lofty aspirations. She first robs him, then saves him from a deadly enemy, and finally forces Kell to spirit her to another world for a proper adventure.

Now perilous magic is afoot, and treachery lurks at every turn. To save all the worlds, they’ll first need to stay alive.

  1. Caraval

27883214Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over.

But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.

Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. Nevertheless, she becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic. And whether Caraval is real or not, Scarlett must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over or a dangerous domino effect of consequences will be set off, and her beloved sister will disappear forever.

  1. Darkfever

6283272MacKayla Lane’s life is good. She has great friends, a decent job, and a car that breaks down only every other week or so. In other words, she’s your perfectly ordinary twenty-first-century woman. Or so she thinks…until something extraordinary happens.

When her sister is murdered, leaving a single clue to her death–a cryptic message on Mac’s cell phone–Mac journeys to Ireland in search of answers. The quest to find her sister’s killer draws her into a shadowy realm where nothing is as it seems, where good and evil wear the same treacherously seductive mask. She is soon faced with an even greater challenge: staying alive long enough to learn how to handle a power she had no idea she possessed–a gift that allows her to see beyond the world of man, into the dangerous realm of the Fae.

  1. Heartless

18584855Catherine may be one of the most desired girls in Wonderland and a favorite of the unmarried King, but her interests lie elsewhere. A talented baker, she wants to open a shop and create delectable pastries. But for her mother, such a goal is unthinkable for a woman who could be a queen.

At a royal ball where Cath is expected to receive the King’s marriage proposal, she meets handsome and mysterious Jest. For the first time, she feels the pull of true attraction. At the risk of offending the King and infuriating her parents, she and Jest enter into a secret courtship.

Cath is determined to choose her own destiny. But in a land thriving with magic, madness, and monsters, fate has other plans.

  1. Six of Crows

29975820Criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker has been offered wealth beyond his wildest dreams. But to claim it, he’ll have to pull off a seemingly impossible heist:

Break into the notorious Ice Court
(a military stronghold that has never been breached)

Retrieve a hostage
(who could unleash magical havoc on the world)

Survive long enough to collect his reward
(and spend it)

Kaz needs a crew desperate enough to take on this suicide mission and dangerous enough to get the job done – and he knows exactly who: six of the deadliest outcasts the city has to offer. Together, they just might be unstoppable – if they don’t kill each other first.

  1. The Diabolic

30542863Nemesis is a Diabolic. Created to protect a galactic Senator’s daughter, Sidonia. The girl who has grown up by her side and who is as much as sister as a master. There’s no one Nemesis wouldn’t kill to keep her safe. But when the power-mad Emperor summons Sidonia to the galactic court as a hostage, there is only one way for Nemesis to protect Sidonia.

She must become her.

Now one of the galaxy’s most dangerous weapons is masquerading in a world of corruption and Nemesis has to hide her true abilities or risk everything. As the Empire begins to fracture and rebellion looms closer, Nemesis learns that there is something stronger than her deadly force: the one thing she’s been told she doesn’t have – humanity. And, amidst all the danger, action and intrigue, her humanity might be the only thing that can save her, Sidonia and the entire Empire.

  1. Throne of Glass

13519397Meet Celaena Sardothien.
Beautiful. Deadly.
Destined for greatness.

In the dark, filthy salt mines of Endovier, an eighteen-year-old girl is serving a life sentence. She is a trained assassin, the best of her kind, but she made a fatal mistake. She got caught.

Young Captain Westfall offers her a deal: her freedom in return for one huge sacrifice. Celaena must represent the prince in a to-the-death tournament—fighting the most gifted thieves and assassins in the land. Live or die, Celaena will be free. Win or lose, she is about to discover her true destiny. But will her assassin’s heart be melted?

These are my absolute favorites from the year! Do you have your own list? I would absolutely love to hear about it in the comment section.

I hope you all enjoy the rest of the holiday, happy reading!

My Favorite Stand Alone

Untitled-118584855While I do love to read series, taking a break from them with a stand alone is sometimes needed. It helps me avoid getting tired of reading stories that continues through multiple books, and it’s somewhat refreshing with a delightful story that is wrapped up within 1 book.

For this blog entry I will be talking about Heartless, a book written by the author behind The Lunar Chronicles. Her name is Marissa Meyer, and I absolutely adore about everything she writes.
“These things do not happen in dreams, dear girl,” he said, vanishing up to his neck. “They happen only in nightmares.”

Marissa Meyer is among my favorite authors. As English is not my first language I find it important that the written language of the books is easy to understand, and Meyer’s way of writing is keeping me chained to the pages.

Heartless is mostly a character driven book which takes place in Hearts, a part of Wonderland. It is a retelling of how The Queen of Hearts turned evil, and through the pages I found myself falling in love with her character.

Catherine’s biggest dream is to open a bakery, but her parents just won’t have it, and through the story her character slowly turns angrier and darker.

She rounded on him, teeth flashing. “I am not empty. I am full to the brim with murder and revenge. I am overflowing and I do not think you wish for me to overflow on to you.”

“There was a time” – Cheshire yawned – “when you overflowed with whimsy and icing sugar. I liked that Catherine better.”

You see? This is just too perfect.

I must say the story is a good combination of a slow burning romance, weirdness (because duh… we are in Wonderland after all), and female repression, as it is written in a Victorian-type of society. It shows us how a person can turn into someone beyond recognition if his or her personality and dreams are being repressed long enough. We are all just one dreadful day away from madness.

A lot of the characters we remember from the original story is to find here, such as; The Mad Hatter (before he goes mad), Cheshire, The Jabberwock, The White Rabbit, The Caterpillar, and some of the Tea Party guests.

This is what I meant about it being a character driven book. There is not much world building here, but as most of us has probably watched the Disney-movie or the more recent Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass it didn’t really matter much to me, because I already know what Wonderland is like.

Truly, check it out! Also, leave a comment telling me about your favorite stand alone, I might want to check it out!