Books read by me so far:
Title: Aranya
Author: Marc Secchia
Series: Shapeshifter Dragons (6+ books)
Transformation: Dragon (girl to dragon shapeshifter)
Chained to a rock and tossed off a cliff by her boyfriend, Aranya is executed for high treason against the Sylakian Empire. Falling a league into the deadly Cloudlands is not a fate she ever envisaged. But what if she did not die? What if she could spread her wings and fly?
Long ago, Dragons ruled the Island-World above the Cloudlands. But their Human slaves cast off the chains of Dragonish tyranny. Humans spread across the Islands in their flying Dragonships, colonising, building and warr
My Special Sister (part 10)
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“Um…”
Fiona mumbled, scared and wiggling herself towards the trunk of the tree from the high branch. She did her best remembering how cats got off trees; the idea just made her shudder. The ground seemed quite far from her, and it seemed to mover further away each second. The world started to spin as she imagined hopping off the tree.
A chill went down her back as her fur stood to its end.
“How do I get down?” She muttered. Her toes curled to unsheathing her recently claws, trying to grip tight to the bark.
“How do cats climb off trees?” She thought thought
Chapter4 Pt2: Battle of Ice Mountain by snore23, literature
Literature
Chapter4 Pt2: Battle of Ice Mountain
She awoke the next morning with the feelings lingering on, though it was Lana on watch, and not Tom. The young fox looked around nervously at the form of Sandra, the lidless eyes that stared around ceaselessly.
No wonder spiders have such a horrible reputation, Stacey thought. They are really a 'sleepless' menace.
She felt absurdly glad that Sandra had proven to be on their side, though tension remained with the group. Nothing she could do about that, she thought. It would be counter-productive: everyone would learn to trust Sandra or not. In the short term, it would keep them on alert in case she actually did try anything.
They broke camp
Golden-amber eyes meet dark, deep green ones as our gazes connect. Time seems frozen as I stare into the eyes of my friend, her eyes widening as they are filled with a multitude of emotions. Confusion. Uncertainty. Surprise. Curiosity. Fear. Those and many more blend into her expression like a strange cocktail which doesn't really appear all that certain on what direction to go. She could just as well run as she could come closer. I simply do not know. Simultaneously, my own mind is in chaos, a jumble of thoughts flickering by in a chaotic, disorganized mess that makes them nigh-impossible to separate. My brain works on overdrive as it runs t
A bitter wind whipped down from the mountains, sweeping
through thick, dark forests and over a raging river before howling through the
puny edifices of man that blazed in the dark like sparks from a fire. The wind
tore at the neat wooden houses and shrieked around fireplaces, taking away the
smoke from fires that burned in hearths to ward against the cold. Inside their
homes, families huddled around the fire, hoping to stay warm. No thermostat was
set below eighty, for the cold outside was more than enough to cool even the
warmest house. TV’s were turned to the weather channel to see when the cold
weather would break, if it would break