Tuesday, April 28, 2015


I'm a poet (that sounds odd rolling off my tongue). I felt inspired to blog for the first time in a long time, so here is something different.

Leaves of pages
Ink done
Type set
A smell only when aged
Death by water
Ancient knowledge conceded by internet
Still holding
By the jacket sleeves
Reserved for us
A select many
The literate
Once an elite
Now a commoner
Still waning
But not conceding
This love will be mine
No matter how far-fetched
Thou shall not depart from me
If done
Crumbling ash shall be my name
For once hold still
As I hold on
To world not real
A life not my own
But a dream and wish
Rendered never
But who shall
Leave me and you in the raven night
With a light
And a comforter
To spill secrets
From an editor’s computer
To my small hands

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

MiniReview: Red Queen

Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard Goodreads|Amazon

Published by Orion February 10, 2015

320 Pages

Source: Library

The poverty stricken Reds are commoners, living under the rule of the Silvers, elite warriors with god-like powers.

To Mare Barrow, a 17-year-old Red girl from The Stilts, it looks like nothing will ever change.

Mare finds herself working in the Silver Palace, at the centre of
those she hates the most. She quickly discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy Silver control.

But power is a dangerous game. And in this world divided by blood, who will win?

Red Queen… too much for words. Aveyard created a world that was intricate with superb worldbuilding. The Silvers and Reds were divided and yet still held in equilibrium. Somehow the characters were intangibly linked, but at the last minute turned backs and created a showdown that was unexpected, yet opened unheard of doors for the sequel. The no-nonesense writing style of Victoria Avyeard was inexplicably used that let for a quick, simple read and no over analyzation of the text. The plot was the starring role in the book however showing what weight the feels carry with how I slapped my head for not seeing the twists and turns headed my way.