My BABY!

I'm not in the mood for writing a long post so...

Here's a picture of my Senegal Parrot, Bella. Picture by : Jessica Huang...

So, new prologue.

Me. Photo by Jessica Huang. 

Just thought the post needed some visuals. 

Hello guys. So I think I may have told you that I restarted my book. ANYWAY... I'll be positing the full prologue here, it's unedited and I wrote it in less than an hour. The book is badly named Huntress at the moment but I don't think it will be called that very much longer. After you read the prologue please give suggestions for a possible name. The book is about shape-shifters. Okay well enjoy, and if you don't give suggestions as to how I can improve! Thanks...

Prologue. 

Pain.  Shifting. Creaking. Blood. Pain.

I didn't know what was happening until it was too late. Until I felt my very being shift and my very DNA change. Then, only then did I know. I was becoming something else. I didn't know how this could possibly happen, but it didn't matter, because I knew.

The first time I changed I was out in a beautiful darkened forest with treetops that caressed the heavens. I was at one with nature for the first time. I was only sixteen, so young and innocent, not knowing what real pain felt like. But a disturbing thought told me I was about to. As I walked through the luscious greenery I felt a sharp pain in my side, the colors of the forest were gone, and in that moment I only saw black. I felt a thud, and then I knew I was down. I felt something within me shifting, changing. My bones were in pain as if someone was slowly pulling my joints apart. And then I could smell it, iron bitterness, blood. I knew whatever was happening was not natural; it wasn’t something that any doctor could comprehend. I don’t know exactly how long I lay there on the beautiful blood stained grass, but when my vision finally banished the blackness, things were different. I wasn't just me anymore, I was something else. When I realised that, the real pain started, the inner pain of confusion and loneliness. I was no longer human. I knew that instantly. I was smaller with wings and a frail build. My long dark ebony hair no longer kissed my back, but golden feathers now grew from within my scaly skin that I acquired. I was a bird. My head was at war with itself. My brain told me it was a dream but it felt more real than life. I lifted my wings and felt their emanating power. It was at instinct that I lifted off the lifeless ground and returned to the place that now belonged to my form. The sky was a perfect piece of art with the sun setting behind the feathery clouds. I felt at piece. My wings beat fervently against the chilling wind and my soul joined in, leaping and gliding towards only god knows what.  The happiness subsided as soon as it arrived though and my peace fell apart. I was a beautiful bird but I knew that just hours ago I was an ordinary girl. I didn't want to wake up from this form, and I didn't even know how I’d change back. My family would have been looking for me by now. My mind reeled towards my human life, and as soon as it did I felt myself plummeting towards the earth. The earth, where I truly belonged. My wings beat out of sync. I tried to stop myself from being hurled into death. But it was too late. Blackness joined my senses once more and then….

Pain. Shifting. Creaking. Blood. Pain.

I wasn't dead, but I was back to the vapid old me. The human. I looked around me, blood filled the gaps between the grasses but my limbs no longer ached. I was stronger than before in a way. More powerful, but I was also confused and frightened. My mother would be wondering where I've gotten off to. We only moved into the country a month ago, because it was safer than the city. If I didn't return soon my mother would have us packed up and leaving, she’d think something dangerous happened to me. My clothes, were full of blood and dirt, but that didn't stop me from lunging off the ground and sprinting in the direction of my beautiful country home.

I snuck into my bedroom through an open window. My room was on the first floor of the two story house, so it was easy enough. In only seconds I was out of my battered clothes and in the shower. What I’d do with the clothes was out of my mind, I’d burn them or something. After the refreshing shower I had to play same old Rogue again. I made up a story to my mother as to how I got into the house UN detected. Since that afternoon I noticed my lying improved and my body no longer faltered at pain. I was stronger. I was more than human. I knew that. 

Okay so that's the prologue. 

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Tryll series by Amanda Hocking: Book three - Ascend

I finished this book today in under four hours. Wendy is in love with two guys, and neither are her husband. On top of all that drama she has to kill the Vittra king, her father. Her mother's health is depleting and she starts to form a loving bond with her. Loki comes back to Forening but this time, to stay. Finn is jealous but he knows he has to work with Loki to form an Army.
Will Wendy choose Finn or Loki?

Book three - Ascend

To be honest this book took me a while to get into. I loved learning more about Loki though. We see relationships form and become more complicated. The way Amanda brought her characters to life was breathtaking throughout the series. This book was much more intense than the other but for good reason. I loved the entire book but the whole pregnancy thing at the end seemed forced. I felt that Amanda just added that because she felt she had to, not because she wanted to, because during the entire series it is emphasized how important it is to produce offspring to keep the Trylle alive. Over all I loved this series, but I don't think I'll read the Watersong series, I already heard negative reviews, but you never know, only time can tell if I'll give it a go or not. I'll miss reading about Wendy and everyone is her life dearly. Luckily I'll have these amazing paperbacks forever.

Do yourselves a favor and read this. I know the troll thing isn't appealing but trust me, you'll change your mind on the first page of Switched. 

Tryll series by Amanda Hocking: Book two - Torn

Torn

Wendy, along with Rhys and Matt, become prisoners of the Vittra. Wendy learns that her father may not be dead after all. She meets Vittra Markis, Loki.

Loki helps them escape. Wendy, Rhys and Matt return to Forening where Matt is full of questions and disbelief. Wendy is forced to Marry Tove, the most powerful Markis in Forening. She doesn't love him though, she loves Finn, but Finn is too caught up in duty to fight for their love. Loki comes back looking for Wendy, but fails and becomes the prisoner himself. Wendy fights to save Loki from being executed. Everyone sees Loki as a threat, except for Wendy.

Book two: Torn.

I loved this book as much as the first, maybe even more. Loki just captures your soul and makes you fall in love with him. He is every girl's guilty pleasure. I finished this book in a lot less than a day, I fell head over heels for the series. Amanda Hocking is so talented. Finn is still in the picture. Wendy still loves him, but she has to marry Tove. 

Tryll Series by Amanda Hocking : Book One - Switched

SWITCHED

Wendy Everly always knew she was different. Her "mother" Kim, accused her of being switched at birth and tried to kill her. She has a mysterious ability, she could influence people to do things she wanted them to do. Finn, the new guy at her school shows up at her window one night and tries to convince her to leave with him to a place called Forening, to meet her real parents. She never thought that she was really switched at birth but after she spoke to Finn Holmes all made sense, although she didn't want to leave her Aunt Maggie and her "brother, Matt. But after a while she finds out her home town aren't the only ones who sent people out to look for her, because the Vittra (Forening's enemy) attacks her one night, but luckily Finn isn't far off, and rescues her and drags her off to Forening.

Wendy realizes her real mother isn't much of a charmer than her not-so-real mother. Elora her mother is queen of the trylle. She also has abilities to paint the future. Wendy meets Rhys, and realizes that he looks oddly like her brother Mat. 

She has a forbidden romance with Finn, who she falls deeply in love with, but decides to escape back home, with Rhys, to her not-so-real but "real" family.

Book one: Switched

I thought the book was brilliant. It was fast paced and perfectly written (I rarely say that). We see Wendy change and shift before our very eyes and we see all the other characters develop. Finn is sexy in my mind and anyone would want their relationship to work, but in book one it is a continuous struggle for love, and realism. The first book made me want to go straight to Bargain Books and buy the next one.

Coming up next is a review on Torn (book two)  

Work... Agony... Pain... BREATHE

Hey guys I know I wanted to still do a whole lot this month but with so many tests and projects that are on my schedule, along with plans for my 16th birthday on Sunday, I have have had limited amount of time for leisure activities. To be honest, I haven't even glanced at my book that I'm writing, but you'd be happy to hear that I have finished two books in the past two weeks so after I read the third installment of the Tryll series I'll write a review. I'm beyond busy this weekend so I doubt you'll be hearing from me at all. I do apologize. Thank you for your patience. Oh, and I'm also busy waiting for buttons to be placed on my blog so you can easily reach me on Polyvore, Twitter and Tumblr (my tumblr isn't very impressive at the moment, I've only just started out.) Jess from The Famous Jess is designing the buttons, I'm seeing her this weekend so I'll remind her about that. Anyway I hope you know I feel lots of love for all of you!

Lately I have been feeling a lot of empathy towards everyone, I am trying to help people balance their emotional stress as best I can, So, please if anything is bothering you, I'm always here to talk, please never resort to anything unnecessary like suicide. I know there are many people who face depression, I am one of them but I do love my life most of the time, I'm on medication and that helps. If you ever need to talk and have someone listen with an open mind and open heart feel free to contact me. : thailadelport@gmail.com 

Do not hesitate -  1800 247 100, the suicide helpline for 1life. Or, sms Help to 51444. 

I did say that I am busy, but I always, and I mean always have time to talk, if you email me I'll reply as soon as I can. I promise.

Lots of love guys. Remember there is always someone out there who cares. 

Above is for U.S viewers, I think 1life is for South African. 

We're never in something alone, somewhere, out there, someone is facing the same thing you are, and together we can get through our struggles, alive and strong. 

Love by Alexandra

"One of the most frustrating words in the human language, as far as I could tell, was love. So much meaning attached to this one little word. People bandied it about freely, using it to describe their attachments to possessions, pets vacation destinations, and favorite foods. In the same breath they then applied this word to the person they considered most important in their lives. Wasn't that insulting? Shouldn't there be some other term to describe deeper emotion? Humans were preoccupied with love. They were all desperate to form an attachment to a person they could refer to as "their other half". It seemed from my reading of literature that being in love meant becoming the beloved's entire world. The rest of the universe paled into insignificance compared to the lovers. When they were separated, each fell into a melancholy state, and only when they were reunited did their hearts start beating again. Only when they were together could they really see the colors of the world. When they were apart, that color leached away, leaving everything a hazy grey. I lay in bed wondering about the intensity of this emotion that was so irrational and so irrefutably human. What if a person's face was so sacred to you it was permanently inscribed in your memory? What if their smell and touch were dearer to you than life itself? Of course,  I knew nothing of human love, but the idea had always been intriguing to me. Celestial beings never pretended to understand the intensity of human relationships; but I found it amazing how humans could allow another person to take over their hearts and minds. It was ironic how love could awaken them to the wonders of the universe, while at the same time, confine their attention to one another." - Alenandra Adornetto, Halo

Coming soon.

So here's a layout of what I'm hoping to do before the end of this month.

• Hate post on Harper Publishers for two reasons. 
• Feature of L.J Smith
• And possibly something else.

It's my birthday on The third of march so I'll take some pictures and post them up! xx

My fail Of a Photoshoot

Okay guys, so I promised you some pictures of Colben Holmes, I didn't get many because like all guys, he doesn't sit still, but I love the boy.

So here you go!! I realized that I pretty much suck at taking photo's, I'll stick with doing book reviews!!

First chapter giveaway

So I haven't finished the chapter yet but I scrapped the entire thing today and restarted. Yes you may feel sorry for me! hahaha it's much better than it was before so here's some bits that are unedited

From google images

 I drove along, forgetting, releasing all my energy into the steering wheel of my beloved impala. The car cruised perfectly along the rough tar that covered the highway. Boredom never came in the seven hours of driving, I was too caught up in my new car, the car I'd wanted since the raw age of seven. My parents always joked about buying me one for Christmas, now that I inherited their life savings I see that they could have, not that it would have been practical to give a seven year old a car. I settled for the latest collection of barbies that year. In retrospect I was never grateful enough to my parents, they gave me all I needed, paid for the best schools, the biggest house, bought me all that I wanted and more. I loved them though, they knew it. When they died I was angry, I wanted to die myself, I didn't want to be alone, I was angry that they left me but now I only grieve. While thinking about them I sent up a silent prayer into heaven to assure their safety. 

In case you're wondering, an impala is my dream car. 

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I will be posting some of the second chapter soon and I'm doing my first photography thingie soon! haha anyway! Love you all xoxo