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The Writer's Sword: October 2011
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Adventures in the world of reading and writing speculative fiction. Tuesday, October 25, 2011. CSFF Blog Tour: The Bone House by Stephen R. Lawhead -Review. This month, the CSFF Blog Tour is featuring The Bone House. By Stephen R. Lawhead. In conjunction with the CSFF Blog Tour, I received a free copy of this book from the publisher. The Bone House is the second book in the Bright Empires series. If you'd like to read my review of The Skin Map, the first book in the series, you can find it here. Picture ...
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The Writer's Sword: 2010
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Adventures in the world of reading and writing speculative fiction. Wednesday, November 3, 2010. CSFF Blog Tour Review: The Skin Map by Stephen R. Lawhead. The CSFF Blog Tour is featuring The Skin Map. By Stephen R. Lawhead this month. This is the first of the Bright Empires novels. In conjunction with the CSFF Blog Tour, I received a free copy of this book from the publisher. Summary (from Barnes and Noble's website):. How I felt about the book:. I would have preferred if an indication of the general ti...
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A CURIOUS DREAM | GRANNY TALES
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Stories just like your Granny would tell you…. There is a Time. GOLDEN IS THE AUTUMN →. Marilee had had such sweet dreams lately that she was looking forward to another one as Mama pulled the covers up to her chin. But Mama reminded her of something. Remember what you had for a snack a few minutes ago? Answered Marilee, I had a big dill pickle and it was very good! Well, sour pickles may not give you sweet dreams. OK? Ok said Marilee sleepily as she closed her eyes. Huffed the little engine that could...
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GRANNY TALES
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Stories just like your Granny would tell you…. TOADIE’S ADVENTURE By Donna Swanson. THE SPIRIT OF A CHILD →. SAMMY AND THE TAPPING BIRD. Said Sammy in an outdoor voice. So Sammy tried. He tried very hard. He kept his eyes on Miss Sherry. He put his feet flat on the floor and his hands on his desk. He was being very good. But out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of red. He tried very hard not to look, but he just knew a redbird had lit on the windowsill! Miss Sherry saw Sammy’s eyes upon her. S...
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GOLDEN IS THE AUTUMN | GRANNY TALES
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Stories just like your Granny would tell you…. THE CARVER →. GOLDEN IS THE AUTUMN. GOLDEN IS THE AUTUMN. Golden is the Autumn,. Dancing in her veils of splendor;. Laughing through the woodlands,. Pirouetting on the hillsides,. And brushing frosty moonlight from her hair. Bittersweet the taste of apples. On her lips of tempting crimson;. Silver slippers tripping lightly. Over fields of ripening corn. One by one her veils slip earthward. Leaving carpets sweetly resting. Upon future bursts of color. You are...
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Angari is Revealed | GRANNY TALES
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Stories just like your Granny would tell you…. POOR LITTLE SPARROW →. Our top story tonight concerns an explosion that occurred in Oklahoma today. We’re not sure what happened and no one has been able to get to the exact spot to give a report. It appears to have occurred between Miami and Bartlesville, but the news media and police alike are having trouble getting a fix on exactly where the explosion occurred. A fuzzy picture of a rural area came on screen behind the anchorman’s head. It’s the time warp!
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GOD’S MELODIES | GRANNY TALES
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Stories just like your Granny would tell you…. There is a Time →. 1 The sound of children laughing in the sun. Smiles of young lovers, their lives just begun. A heart remembering the dreams of its youth. A father telling his son about truth. These are God’s melodies, these are His songs. Everyday moments we build our lives on. He hears the sweet music of life day by day. He sings in our loving and laughs in our play. 2 An old man praying with trembling hands. Parents and children playing in the sand.
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Cloak and Dagger Fiction: April 2011
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CSFF Tour: The Strange Man by Greg Mitchell. I haven't had a chance to read The Strange Man. So I'd intended to opt out of this tour, but I forgot to in time. But here's a quick blurb about the book:. Dras Weldon is a 22-year-old unemployed washout who lives in a world of horror movies and comic books. But when a nameless demon threatens his friend Rosalyn Myers, things change! Putting his faith into action, Dras races against time to turn Ros- -and a whole town- -toward God and away from unspeakable evil.
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AN OLD VALENTINE | Country Roads
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It’s the life of country living. HOME OF THE HEART * HEART OF THE HOME. I loved you in that long ago world when love was. White-horsed knights and elven princes. I loved you when Mama’s dress dragged on the floor behind me. And got tangled in her size-eight pumps. I loved you when on coltish legs I ran through summer fields. At twilight and love was still a mystery. And oh, I loved you in that first real kiss,. When callow lips met innocence. And though I did not know you then,. Our love proved strong.
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THE CARVER | GRANNY TALES
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Stories just like your Granny would tell you…. GOD’S MELODIES →. The old man’s hands were gnarled and scarred. From the slip of chisel and knife. Faded blue eyes in a time-weathered face. Took measure of people and life. He ran a sure hand down the curve of a neck;. Felt the softness of wood he had shaped. And the fragrance of wood chips gave notice to all. The carver was back in his place. The pattern had given a shape to each block,. Proportion and form were just right. To bring one more pony to life.
