King of the North

asheylee & nightfall: Thank you guys for that! I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. It was really inspired by one of my friends story so that is probably where most ...

Ugh. It's a poem. And there we stood, Our two paths divided. And here we stand, Our two paths divided, Our lives separated by a simple stretch of grass. I ...

It was a good read, if not a little short. I hope to read more.

I should have also mentioned spacing out the paragraphs and dialogue once you took it out of pre. Otherwise its just a big block of text, yet another thing that ...

To pass along a piece of advice given to me I would suggest taking it out of the "pre" format. The font is hard to read and, as I've seen ...

KJ: Thanks. That really is Chirnis' personality. She can be kind until you annoy her. It just so happens that crying annoys her. But I understand where your coming from. ...

Through sun licked landscapes she wandered, a luminous form crafted of the most fabulous river pearls, with fine-stranded hair hewn from the blackest ebony. Okay so this sentence confused me. ...

Will do. Thanks again.

I think I'm going to do this review as I read to make it easier on myself. If I get off track that is why. The last elven village in ...

I liked this bit of background. I don't think it was written as well as your EverWayward pieces, but the information was solid and interesting. For me the writing just ...

Absynthe: Thank you for reviewing. It really helps to get feedback from people. Lol, yeah I realized that tears didn't spray I was just being dramatic. But your right, I'll ...

Stella Thomas: Thanks for your words. I agree with you on the word silky. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Also, on the name comment, I'm not sure ...

The first paragraph really draws you in. It was good. I think it could do with being a little lengthier, but other than that it was great. Not much else ...

I hope that's better.

I'm going to be very picky on this one; otherwise I wouldn't have anything to say except how great of a writer you are. “Where is she?!” O’mal demanded, for ...