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DraconiaxLesoto

  • Dramatic Poetry Re: In The Shadows

    I love this, its hauntingly beautiful and caught me up in it easily. It engaged my emotions and didn't let go until the end. It flowed flawlessly (to me anyways) ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Fantasy Novels Re: [Sacred Blood Bk;1] Midnight Blood-Chapter One; Winters Past

    A/N; There is a Prologue that comes before this that can be read here - One – Winters Past Twin full moons shone down brightly on the palace. In the ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Narrative Poetry Re: Bathing in the Candle Light.

    I liked the idea of what you’re trying to convey. Honestly it was good but the way it flowed was very awkward and disjointed. It looked (and sounded) like you'd ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Remember me

    Very simple and bittersweet, not the worst imagery in the world but some things seemed to contradict each other - "I try to stand but I must fight today"-. Other ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Fiction Discussion Re: Name finding tips

    While it's generally concidered a boys name i've always seen the name Logan as a very good name for a tom-boyish girl. I also recommend something like Darby or Rory, ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Narrative Poetry Re: Face the Facts

    Nicely written :). I love the way you compared the two men, very realistic and thought provoking. It really made me think back to how I’ve acted to others and ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Broken glass.

    Really beautiful, I loved the mood of it and other than a few areas it flowed really nicely. The imagry your words provocted in my mind were beautiful as well. ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Fantasy Novels Re: [Sacred Blood Bk;1] Midnight Blood

    The core part I am getting is that there is magick in your world, and that that the magick in your world is abused by some people for evil purposes. ...

    Jan 17, 2011
  • Fantasy Novels Re: [Sacred Blood Bk;1] Midnight Blood

    Prologue - Forbidden Magick Voices rang out loud, echoing in the underground cavern, chanting, ancient words that flowed effortlessly, vowels and consonants wrapping around each other. Their beat was

    Jan 7, 2011


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien