The Rivening of One
The History of the Land, as told by the Wizard Tobin to Squire.
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The History of the Land, as told by the Wizard Tobin to Squire.
A synopsis of my latest pet-orientated novel, Pets on te Prowl
Increase in environmental pollution as well as contamination of water by heavy metals, associated with plants and other food products due to increase in human a…
Inspired by my sci-fi novel THE SUPERFLARE, I explore how AI is transforming our world, from jobs to creative writing. Will AI remain a tool for humanity, or could it eventually make us obsolete?
The hunger was a living thing inside him. It was a cold, coiling serpent in his gut that demanded to be fed. It had started with small things: a stray dog he had kicked in a fit of frustration, the sharp, satisfying yelp it made. Then, a bird whose wing he had crushed, just to see the light go out of its tiny, black eye. He had been horrified at himself, had doubled his meditation, had chanted the sutras until his throat was raw. But the serpent only grew stronger, its whispers more persuasive.
Children's books must touch children's hearts, teach them to live in harmony, love, respect, and responsibility, and motivate them to grow into nice personalities people.
New Age Fiction Genre – A Spiritual Adventure in Historical Fiction – stories retold based on the 12 laws of Karma; and illustrated by famous characters and events in humankind in the last 200 years.
MADOOREE - THE WORLD OF KLIM & MAREC
Newport, Rhode Island is the emotional heart of my Coastal Escape Series. Its harbor, historic streets, ocean views, and sense of home create the perfect setting for stories about second chances, love, and finding your way back to what matters most.
What if freedom starts when you stop trying to control what people think of you? Learn to let go, set boundaries and finally live from within.
Hear the next J.R.R Tolkien in his own words. A more gracious and interesting author would be hard to find.
How is freedom, along with enjoyment achieved? For me it is in the act of writing.
The vital difference between the Sanatana dharma and the Semitic faiths lies in the concurrent philosophical stream of the former and the abject absence of the same in the latter that the Roberto Baggio episode amply underscores. Inconsolable at letting down Italy in that FIFA world cup final with his over-the-crossbar kick in the penalty shootout against Brazil, that too as its captain, and not finding any solace in ‘Jesus shedding his blood to save sinners’, he turned to Buddhism
Sometimes the biggest transformation begins with three words: “I did it.”
Lissa Davis has built her life around one thing: security. She doesn't trust easily, not with her heart, her future, or her plans. Then she meets Jason, a man who trusts God with all three
The problem is writing has come to be regarded as a means to acquire name and fame, if not money, and it does not matter as long as the writer is in the news, never mind whether someone really comes to read to enjoy or tends to be provoked by the book. Unfortunately for literature, the greater rewards of writing lost their relevance and the lesser benefits came to mean everything. Till this is understood, unkind cuts would continue to be inflicted in the arena of Indian writing. That’s for sure
Santeria or Regla de Ocha, is the Afro-Cuban religion practiced by many blacks and some whites in Cuba, and recently among Cuban immigrants in Miami and New York.
However, as it seemed all was over bar sighing of the genuine writers, in came the internet with a formidable e-publishing space for their works as if to free the literature from the publishers’ prejudicial editorial grip and to directly deliver their e-books into the readers’ digital laps to sort them out for themselves.
It may be appreciated that each one in every station of life is integral to its inherent mechanism with assorted functions, all vital to its material functioning. Just like the price of the machinery components vary, the mechanism of life entails variable rewards to the individual contributors akin to the landed and the land-less inequity. Well, but it’s not back to the square one, if only one’s sense of contribution becomes the source of his or her fulfillment.
And those who treat writing as a vehicle of visibility would be incapable of experiencing the joy of the journey. In the end though, were they to come into spotlight, they might well gloat in the limelight though without experiencing the real thrill of letters. Even in case such won’t make it to the post; their pain cannot be intense for they wouldn’t have felt the joy of writing either.
“It’s the character of money to corrupt the ardent, tease the vacillating and curse the indifferent. That way, there seems to be no escape for man from money. You’re damned if you have it and accursed for the lack of it”. What is more, by way of showing an escape route to his bride Vidya, he cautioned her; “make money the measure and you are in for trouble dear”
It is averred that only by hanging the murderer that the deceased’s ends of justice would be met. Going by this analogy, God must be hanged over and again to meet the ends of justice of those who perish in the Act of God Perils such as typhoons, floods et al. How absurd. The cruelty of the capital punishment lies not only in inflicting an unnatural death upon the convict but also in the inimical life he is forced to lead before it ends on the gallows.
The so-called marital rape, the act of sexual intercourse with one's spouse, which in popular parlance is without wife's consent, has to be contextualized with conjugal rights, ‘especially to sexual relations, regarded as exercisable in law by each partner in a marriage’.
The refrain of a rapist is that he was unjustly arraigned even though the bitch of the accuser had equally enjoyed the fling.
When, in an absorbing story, these and other inimitable characters began to come alive in an intricate plot, I could sense that my maiden novel was turning out into a work of art on the Indian literary stage, and so I was desperate to live up to its completion in its poetic prose. Oh, how I feared death then, and what a relief it was as I lived to keep up with the muse to complete 'Benign Flame'!