I caught a flash of strawberry hair, a frock of pale pink. Plants grew in her wake, sprouting behind her dirt-caked heels. I was chasing my mother, but she was not my mother. She looked younger, livelier. I called out to her, but she did not turn back to me. She only kept running. Towards what, I knew not. I knew only that is was more important than me, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I sped up and in a moment, I began to feel the ground around me in a way I did not understand. I willed my legs to go faster, screaming my mother’s name until my throat went hoarse. I was gaining distance on her until I could see her plainly.
Rating: ★★★★★ If you don’t want a man dead, don’t bludgeon him over the head repeatedly. Naomi Novik, Uprooted Genre: Fantasy Summary: “Agnieszka loves her valley home, her quiet village, the forests and the bright […]
Hello friends! Today, I’m listing my top five favorite authors and why they are my favorites. These authors span quite a few genres from Young Adult Fantasy to Adult Supernatural. All of the authors on […]
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