Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
That being said, Ms. Infante's character development skills are excellent. I loved her heroine. There were many times in reading that I found myself laughing out loud, wondering what she would say next.
The Scottish Werewolf was a little annoying. His accent was so hard to translate sometimes, it took me out of the story.
All being said, I would rate the book fair. I would purchase another book in a series if it featured the heroine, but only if the plot was a little more original.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Air4ward International will no longer be working with Beyond Borders Publishing. The African Writing Contest created by Beyond Borders will be honored by Air4ward. Air4ward is currently in the process of becoming a small press publisher. Details will be forthcoming.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
My broken heart spills my blood. Broken and breaking. Bleeding and feasting on blood. I am the lone one. I hide in your jungle. In the shadows I reside. You say I do not exist in you but you are ready to see me in others. Close your eyes and see the flash of the fang. Feel me tear the tendons of your heart. You will always be afraid until you walk into the dark and face me. My power is to take life or to preserve it. Use it as you wish.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
The teacher, Mr. Mzamba, was also unusually sullen. There was an uneasy feeling that floated in the air all day. Part of Saidizi wanted to leave the school and run home. Another part of her wanted to be anywhere but home. As the end of the school day neared, Saidizi's heart began to race. She began to think about Mama and Baba. She was such a hard worker, and a good helper with the siblings. Surely her parents would not...
"It is two o'clock children. you may put up your books and go home", Mr. Mzamba said in a flat voice. He did not look up from the papers on his desk.
One of the boys stood up,"Mr. Mzamba, you forgot to give us our homework for the night."
Still refusing to look up, Mr Mzamba said, "There are no studies for tonight."
In the silence of the room Saidizi heard one of the boys whisper, "Janglin' Jack has got us out of homework." Mr. Mzamba shot up out of his chair so quickly that the chair fell back onto the hardwood floor. The already frightened children were suddenly terrified.
Mr. Mzamba paused for a moment to regain his composure. "Run now children. Go to your homes."