Rating: 5 stars Recommended to: Fans of Urban Fantasy, anyone really Ages: 16 and above, some cussing.
Some people have everything figured out — Andrea Nash is not one of those people. After being kicked out of the Order of Knights of Merciful Aid, Andrea’s whole existence is in shambles. All she can do is try to put herself back together, something made easier by working for Cutting Edge, a small investigative firm owned by her best friend, Kate Daniels.
When several shapeshifters working for Raphael Medrano — the male alpha of Clan Bouda and Andrea’s former lover — die unexpectedly at a dig site, Andrea is assigned to investigate … and must work with Raphael. As her search for the killer leads her into the secret underbelly of supernatural Atlanta, Andrea knows that dealing with her feelings for Raphael might have to take a backseat to saving the world …
The fresh stretch of the powdery blue morning sky, light of the glorious sun, with the huge white clouds floating with no worry in the world. A beautiful sight to start the day, no?
My night-owl study session extended to the wee hours of this morning. I didn’t sleep all last night but I’m doing fine. I’m like that, I love the night and the early morning after, it’s so serene, quiet and relaxing (if you minus a few mosquitoes). I was working on AS English, I’m studying it independently right now and I have exams in November so I’m trying to finish the book.
English is such a joy to study! Before I didn’t pay much attention to grammar and the likes but now … I find it fascinating! How figures of speech, sentences, and more come together and cooperate to form language as we know it! I’m taught how to analyze excerpts, how to break the various components of the text down and make sense of it all, to read between the lines and realize that how intricate the writing craft can be. I know my writing and book reviewing will benefit greatly from going on to study advanced English.
Oh well, I’m working a couple of posts but now I think I’ll go and get some shut eye for my shift around 4 PM. *Yawn and stretches*
Not am I only an ardent devotee to the chocolate gods but I’ve also had a special place for coffee. It’s been my companion on those long lonely nights spent over tombs of physics, chem and bio texts. It sat there in my favourite cup and shook and kept me awake while reading a novel that I couldn’t put down (there were many of those).
Tonight while browsing through the supermarket Starbucks’ chilled Frappuccino caught my eye. They never had those before and I needn’t a second more to linger; I grabbed one and made for the cashier. It was ironic because it was only a couple of hours ago I came across Thomas’ blog post (the one I just re-blogged) that had cited Starbucks as a pro-gay company, for that I ran back and got a second one.
I’ve yet to see a Starbucks where I am, and I think it would be a dream come true (I’m not that obsessed, erm … really). I’ve never been to any of their branches before so it was a treat to have these goodies. It was simply Continue reading “My newfound love: Starbucks Coffee”→
“Thomas, it’s not like they’re anti-gay themselves just because they’re selling food from Chick-fil-A,” she says.
I feel a poison settle in my soul, and a weight that won’t lift for the remainder of the night. I want to do something, anything that will appease my moral appetite – anything that I think will set right what is so horribly wrong.
“Obviously they’re not anti-gay,” I say,” but they’re knowingly endorsing a chain that is! Everyone knows about Chick-fil-A, and they clearly had other options – they just wanted to sell what would profit the most, even if it meant giving money to the people who are against me.”
It was either on the BBC or the Bio Channel that I first heard this song of the Brothers Gibb, or it could be on both. I simply loved it! There are some songs that instantly transport you to another time, in this case the 80s, You win again is definitely on of them.
The beats were perfect to me. They lyrics were great. From what I understand, the woman was using the man for her own ends maybe just as a temporary toy or perhaps the charm of the relationship was faded to her. But he (Barry) believes their love is one of the greatest and he’ll do what ever he must to get them back together. He loves her so much he overlooks the fact that she was ‘using’ him and still tries to win back her love.
Just kidding! You weren’t seriously thinking I’d give my number, were you? I’ve already got a stalker on the phone and my dad is contemplating very bad things. Dads are dads already, they’ll threaten the cretins for their little girls.
I was thinking how most or possibly all of us interact with strangers in the blogosphere, how we have no idea what kind of person we’re communicating with. Which one of your ‘friends’ are the creeps, which ones are the genuine good people, which ones are the jerks, the pervs? Sometimes you can tell by the content they send out into the world, others … are pretty darn good at hiding their inner creepiness.