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Thanks Scott - popped in and said hi, just chillaxin' about to go and hopefully finish the book I'm currently reading :D I do spend entirely too much time here on GR!
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Your writing is beautiful! Its very descriptive and perfect! I love it great work!! :)
If you dont mind, could anyone please give me some feedback on this http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2... please and thank you!! :)
J.J. wrote: "Your writing is beautiful! Its very descriptive and perfect! I love it great work!! :)
If you dont mind, could anyone please give me some feedback on this http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/29..."
Just added a comment with my feedback, really good excerpt!!
Thanks David :D Which one/s did you have a look at?
J.J. wrote: "Your writing is beautiful! Its very descriptive and perfect! I love it great work!! :)
If you dont mind, could anyone please give me some feedback on this http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/29..."
I will have a look at this one J.J. when I get home :)
Lynxie wrote: "Thanks David :D Which one/s did you have a look at?"The wolf one! I've added my comments, really cool start to your story :)
David wrote: "Lynxie wrote: "Thanks David :D Which one/s did you have a look at?"The wolf one! I've added my comments, really cool start to your story :)"
Thanks David! I've let it sit a while, should try to get back into it :D
you are an amazing writer Lynxie..Keep writing..we look forward to read your published book.
Gouri wrote: "you are an amazing writer Lynxie..Keep writing..we look forward to read your published book."One day Gouri, one day! :)
I am looking forward to that day.
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I cant wait either!
Starting something new...What do you think of this?
Huge emerald orbs glared angrily down at Sorcha. The cat-like pupils dilated into large black pools of hatred.
‘The child is marked! The Shamrock! Finally!’ hissed into Sorcha’s consciousness.
Fear gripped her as she struggled to reach her child; the sinister black claws that slightly punctured her new babe’s rosy skin drew her attention.
“NO! Please, I’ll do anything,” She screamed dementedly, scrambling on the cold stone floor. Blood and after-birth mixed with the days-old hay as she struggled to reach her. To reach Eveleen.
The babe squirmed and let out a high-pitched squall, tiny trails of garnet blood wept from the puncture wounds in the flesh. Sorcha screamed.
She only had the briefest of seconds to register the movement to the right of her before the solid green mass of scales that made up the giant tail collided with her and she was thrown across the room.
Sorcha’s left shoulder took the brunt of the impact, bone crunching, skin being shredded on the rough grey stones. She came to rest near the far wall, her eyes popping open and hazily focusing on the golden tiles above her.
“Please, don’t take my baby!” Sorcha gasped, her right arm reaching feebly towards the dragon across the room.
‘The child has the mark, the shamrock. It is as the old ones predicted. Now the child must be destroyed.’
“Destroyed?” Sorcha whimpered, eyes wild and franticly searching around the softly lit room, looking for something, anything to save her child from the clutches of the dragon.
woah. intense. I love it! Your witing is awesome Lynxie! Keep up the great work :)
Thanks J.J. I'm hoping to have the first chapter written before the end of May! (big challenge for me as most of my writing never makes it past Chapter 1!)
I have a somewhat contorversial scene of my new story that is starting to take shape. I don't want it on GR yet, so if you're keen to read this (violent r ape) scene please PM me and i'll email you.
Anyone?No?
Oh well here's a bit of the non-violent part of the same scene:
Joseph had first met Sorcha when she was only 10; he was 15, she saw him standing outside the castle gates one crisp morning. Sorcha, who had always been blessed with a strong imagination, thought he was gallantly protecting the dragons from some evil race of beings, the way he stood there to attention. She smiled brightly as she watched him study the open grassland around him. She lay hidden behind a dark bush at the edge of the forest some distance from where he stood, but she could still see the way his golden locks danced in the cool breeze. She believed him the son of a knight - not that she’d ever seen any around the castle before - but when she saw Joseph, she sensed nobility in him.
Joseph’s father worked with the dragons as a librarian scholar. He recorded the history of Catama in bound volumes of shed dragon hide, their brilliant hued skins made for rather flashy book covers to what could only be called a rather dark history. Joseph loved it when his father allowed him to see the tomes of written history; he would run his fingers reverently across the scaly skin, a look of bliss plastered to his face. Joseph had a love for knowledge like his father and often came to the castle with him to assist wherever possible. His father only ever took him to the castle when the dragons weren’t present. Joseph always found this troubling, but as the young tend to, he ignored the niggling feeling in the back of his mind. The morning Joseph met Sorcha; he had begged his father to let him come to the castle before he left their small hut on the outskirts of the city. Joseph’s father had relented, but when they arrived at the castle, the dragons were there and something was wrong. Joseph’s father had demanded that he stay outside of the castle and wait until he returned. Joseph had sensed his fathers concern and had obeyed without hesitation.
I like your writing it's really good!
It's updated again now - Chap 3 contains spoilers...
Some I'm particularly proud of:
Work in Progress (fantastic working title :P) - http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
Conception (suitable for people over the age of 16yrs)
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
But there's a whole bunch there that I'd love your thoughts on.
Cheers!