Esmé

Hm... Something about fantasy? Magic? Science Fiction? Its a mouthful, don't know if I could ever get myself to actually say the title out loud, lol. The Trickster's Choice

Granted. You become a space rocket with long ears and get lost in outer space. Also, your family can't find you (they don't know what you've become). I wish I ...

Agatha Christie :( I mean, I suppose she is good, but I never liked criminals... So you're probably wondering why I am atually reading the book? Uhm, well, if you ...

quote: About a year ago, as I was trying to resurrect a story out of all of that, I wondered, "Why the heck didn't I READ about writing before I ...

Quote: The thump of footsteps on the cold ground made Émon’s head snap up. Despite the frosty weather, sweat slid from his forehead down his face like tears. But the ...

I agree with Adnamarine. Nothing more too add, with the exception that polish libraries, (at least the ones at Bydgoszcz, the city I live in), have absolutely nothing of interest. ...

-Well, you don't become a good crictic at the snap of your fingers, do you? Uhm, well, sorry if you turn out to be something in the form of an ...

Uhm, well, I just wanted to say that I've been looking for chapter 1...

Sorry for the suggestions in style, but again, those are only suggestions, lol. For my part I will just say that I always had an subjective point of view (subjective ...

Exactly. Anaisethy will curse everyone into staying at home.

Titles are horrible. Just popped in to say that I'm with all those poor and lost people who can't think of one. :) -elein P.S. Certaintly not helpful, but I ...

I'm not sure of hwat is one the second picture :( The first one is terrific. I have to show it too my friend (she loves drawing eyes, hehe)

Okay, so: a) Faeries don't get along /approved by me, hehe b) quest for some object / can't we stay at faerieland? Ok, lets have that object. Can that object ...

(rosethorn, I hope that my post is Ok with you. If not, I can always change it. To misspriss: sorry, I forgot) Isadell resetlled herself in the enormous armchair, set ...

Granted. Its getting hot... Very hot... You start to get blisters... I wish I remembered the song title I forgot.