AlliesOpinions Battle Of The Book Cover has broken from it's previous weeks lull and come away with a clear winner. We had a lot more participation this time and the people have spoken!
My name is Jackie, and it's not so bad living here. Seriously. At least, I don't think so anyway, but I guess it's hard to say. Then again, I've never really been anywhere else. I've rarely even been below Floor 12. My parents won't let me. They say things get bad down there, so I have to stay up here, on the higher levels.
I’d love to tell you that I always drink a tankard of blood before I sit down at my desk, or that I only write in the nude. But I’m afraid it’s not that weird. The one quirk I have is that I always work on a desk that is completely uncluttered. No pictures, no reference books, no scraps of paper with inspirational sayings. It’s just me, my computer, and a bare table pushed up against a blank wall. I try to rely completely on what I know, or what’s hidden in my memory. Call it a blank canvas.
I think the ideal society would be one that doesn’t even need money, because people just share with each other (voluntarily, not because somebody’s forcing them to). A society where everyone is good and kind would not need many rules at all, so there could be a lot of flexibility and creativity and freedom. Of course, a society with all good people would be very easy to keep going: practically any government or economic system would work perfectly and fairly.
There’s so much I’d like to change. It sends me into a bit of a tailspin. That’s why I end up writing music. It seems to me like my best chance of influencing people is by opening up their hearts when I sing.
Being a teenager is hard enough. And what if your life’s path is predetermined? On top of that, you aren’t even Human? Cayden was given life as a Cresecren. He expected to live out his days with the dysfunctional Human family he was assigned to serve. One fateful night, however, landed him in Gavaron, the home of maimed, elderly, or defiant Cresecren.
Juliet Carlsen is grieving the loss of her mother. Six weeks after the funeral she is about to arrive in a tiny village in northern Italy. The village, Baiardo, is home to an art school where she is to spend a month as a volunteer. Her best friend had convinced her that a change of scene would do her good but, as she nears her destination, she is not so sure: was it really necessary to travel so far out of her comfort zone?