the second of the November Snow books by AM Manay
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01BQGGBMW/ref=pe_1572281_66412651_cm_rv_eml_rv0_dp
is a great book and may even better than the first book She Dies at the End.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B0112S00KI/ref=series_dp_aw_ca_1
it certainly adds layers to already well drawn characters. it also gives November problems with feeding! however, i have problems with her new power particulary that it does not drain her enough and this is why i give it three stars!

One of the benefits of membership in the Rave Reviews Book Club is the ability to host other authors. Today it’s my turn to bring you Marlena Smith, one of the hardest working members in the club. Please give her a warm welcome in the comments and with the sharing buttons.

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Hi, there!

Welcome to Day 1 of my RRBC “SPOTLIGHT” Author Blog Tour! I am so excited to have you join me! A huge THANKS to RRBC and to my awesome host!!

To kick this tour off, I thought some Q&A would be fun, your chance to get to know the author!

1. You have been writing for a long time now, since you were a child. What were some of your first story ideas?

Yes, my earliest memory of writing comes from 2nd grade. I wrote a story about my mother and received the honor of…

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Source: Welcome Author, Marlena Smith #RRBC

Following this post published few weeks ago, it occurred to me: there is always something we haven’t told yet. A story, an event or memory that we shy from for some reason, that we avoid thinking about, talking about. And I don’t mean talking to others, but to ourselves. That internal conversation (or lack of it), has a subtle impact on our day to day life governing our decisions and choices in ways we are not even aware of. Our subconsciousness is like a vast ocean where we can drown deep with our feelings or we can strive for the surface to enjoy the sun and blue sky.

Each emotion and memory from the past has hidden opportunity for growth and healing. And these are the main reasons why people engage in writing memoirs. It’s a path of self-exploration, where time, the main ingredient offers different perspectives and lays a…

Grey marble dissipates in the sky,
With stoned shadows, astoundingly monolithic
Stack of matches pretends to be a bridge
One that will burn itself, in time, in song.

My neck is giraffic periscope thriving to the sky
In a minute an eyeball, in a second a curled hedgehog
Leaning like a head on the door.

So close to me, you are so close to me.

Whisper you can’t catch, it only comes to the privileged.
Soft, yearning and albatross of wind stuck in my hair
Thinner than paper cut but red and burning just as
Blood skirting of its edges.

My name searches for meaning among other women
Who knew of their existence
Probability was lost in the variety of choices,
Misled by a reckless afternoon.

As I drink this butterfly offered to me so many times
I won’t choke. A siren of lust is not forgotten, just postponed
For…

Something’s going down over at Sian’s blog – check out this post on one of her new guest areas, designed for in-character shenanigans!

Welcome to the Hall of Rainbows, where Janowyn, High Bard of the River Kingdom, hangs out with fellow elves and bards (who may or may not rhyme, sing, or tell tall tales) and occasionally commits g…

Source: Rockin’ the Rainbow…

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Hours of love and passion, energy and commitment, concentration and effort fill the pages of our most enticing reads and very often we turn the pages without giving much thought into what it took to create that which we are enjoying.  We immerse ourselves in the alternate reality and lose track of time and place as the story sweeps us away from our own troubles or concerns; though frequently through drawing us into others, either imaginary or history.  Yet we who love words find little else so satisfying or gratifying as those beautiful pages of ink and typeset.  Whether we are the reader or the writer, the pleasure is undeniable and, hopefully, inescapable!

So when an author whose writing we admire and thoroughly enjoy takes time out of their busy schedule to read our own words, the honour is entirely REAL, though often indescribable. And (I know, I know…