A list of 10 fantasy books released in April 2020. Scroll on to find out what they are, and click the link if you want to find out more about any of the books on Amazon!
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Short Story: Life in Portraits
I wrote this short story five years ago, for the first assignment in my very first fiction creative writing class at university. This was probably the first short piece of fiction I've ever written, unless you count role-playing with other people as short fiction. If so, then I've been doing it since I was 12. But I don't consider myself a short story writer. Novels are more my thing. Coming up with ideas for short stories are difficult for me, but I came up with this particular one by looking through my list of old characters, picking one I'd never really used for anything, not even role-plays, and trying to write something that embodied him. Here it is, and I hope you enjoy it for what it is!
The left side of the desk
was lined with colored pencils ordered by their places on the color
wheel. The back of the desk held massive stacks of paper. At the
front, a young man with unruly brown hair sat at the desk as he drew
while hunched over, eyes glued to his work. A trash bin sat
next to him on the floor, half-filled with dejected and crumpled wads
of paper.
“What are you drawing
this time, Benjamin?” a voice asked. It came from one of the myriads of portraits that lined the walls in his bedroom. This one was of a
young boy with blond hair and a baseball cap turned sideways.
“A monster,” he said
without looking up.
“What kind of a monster?”
the boy asked, his fists flying around on his page. “It better
breathe fire!”
“It breathes darkness,”
Benjamin said to the boy. “It's a nightmare monster.”
“Really? I want to fight
with it when you're done!”
Benjamin shook his head.
“I'm selling this one.”
The boy snorted. “You're
no fun, Ben. What would some rich snob want with your monster
anyway?”
“It's going to be
terrible,” said the black-haired teenage girl. She was the boy's
neighbor – neighbors on the wall of Benjamin's studio apartment.
“You'll just throw it in the trash like you did the last monster.”
“No. This one is the
one,” Benjamin said. He clenched his fist tighter around his pencil
as he drew the monster's black fur, so long that it twisted and
curled right off the edges of the paper. “I can tell.” He had
already tried to draw this same monster five times. The last one
ended up in the overflowing trashcan beside him because its glowing eyes had been
too far apart for his liking.
The girl rolled her eyes
and the boy started laughing, loud and obnoxious. This woke up the
middle-aged woman on the wall above the desk who was almost always
sleeping. She stirred and blinked open her bright hazel eyes, the
same color as Benjamin's. She frowned as she looked down at what he
was working on. “You guys better not be discouraging my Benny,”
she said. Her voice was soft but firm as she looked around at the two
children on the wall.
Benjamin glanced up at the
woman briefly. “It's fine, Mom.”
She sighed. She had killed
herself fifteen years ago and didn't want anything to do with those
children bullying her son. “Happy birthday, Benny. You're doing a
great job.”
Benjamin blinked at his
paper but never stopped drawing. He had forgotten he turned 28 today.
“Oh. Thanks, Mom.”
“You should go cook
yourself a nice celebration lunch. I know how much you like cooking,”
she said.
He shook his head. “Can't.
I have to finish this. The client wants it tomorrow.”
“Yeah, he has to finish
his shit drawing,” the boy chimed in.
“Look at it, the head is
way too big,” said the girl. “Why don't you just work full time
at the warehouse? You'd get in shape and be able to live better. Why
torture yourself thinking you actually stand a chance at making money
off of drawing?”
“Eventually I'll be able
to quit the warehouse job and just draw,” Benjamin said. His
shoulders tensed up as he added detail to the fur.
The girl laughed. “Yeah,
and you'll end up losing this shitty excuse for a home and living in
your dad's basement. Hopefully you won't kill yourself too over the
young women he brings home every night to keep him company. It's a
different one each time, isn't it?”
“That is uncalled–"
The boy broke Benjamin's mother
off. “Just watch, that's exactly what will happen. You'll end it
before you even make a name for yourself because it's not possible
to live off of drawing.”
“It will be fine, you'll
see.” There was no fight in Benjamin's voice. He stared at the
paper. His hand was still moving, but it moved slowly, less eagerly.
Rain clouds formed in his eyes. “This is what I love, so it's worth
it.”
“Whatever you say,
dreamer boy.” The girl's lip curled in distaste as she stared at
him drawing. “Just don't come running to me when it all comes
crashing down on you.”
“You're just a drawing.
That's not possible.” He placed the ice blue colored pencil right
next to a bright red one and picked up a maroon one to draw with.
“Maybe not, but you're
the one that drew me. I live because of you. I don't know why
though.”
“We exist to yell at
him,” the boy said to her. “So we can knock some sense into his
thick skull.”
“You're killing his
spirit.” Benjamin's mother tried to reach for him from her place on
the wall. She was the only one on that wall. The only one he could
see if he ever looked up from his drawing.
The other pictures on the
wall ignored her.
“If we're killing your
spirit, you should just die now,” the girl told him. “Get it over
with. What's the point in even trying if you're just going to fail?”
The maroon pencil dropped
onto the desk with a sharp clatter. Benjamin picked up the piece of
paper and crumbled the monster between his hands before he dropped it
into the trashcan. His portraits hushed while he did this, watching
as he pulled out a new piece of paper.
“What was wrong this
time? Was the tail too short and stubby?” the boy asked, a smirk on
his face.
Benjamin didn't answer; he
just drew the basic contours of a face on the page.
“Oh, shit,” the girl
said. “You're gonna add another one of us.”
Raindrops fell from the
clouds in Benjamin's eyes as he drew, dripping from his chin onto the
page. The wetness made the paper wrinkle where it dropped. The
portraits watched him in silence. Once he got the basic outlines down
correctly, he dug in the drawer in his desk and pulled out a small
mirror. He laid this on the left side of his paper and glanced at it
as he drew.
Benjamin's mother's eyes
widened as she watched him from above. “Benjamin,” she said.
“What do you think you're doing?”
“Are you drawing
yourself?” the boy asked in amazement.
He remained silent, his
mouth pressed into a thin line of concentration as he started to draw
more specific features.
The girl giggled and a grin
spread across her face. “He's gonna do it,” she said. “He's
gonna make himself permanent on the page and then he's gonna do it.
But you know, you'll still be trapped in the page. Just like we all
are. None of us are free.”
“Benny, you can't!
Please. Stay alive for me. You have so much potential as an artist.
You already have people who want to buy your work and everything.
They love it. You can't–”
“Shut up, lady.” The
boy cut Benjamin's mother off. “He knows what needs to be done.”
“Yes, he does. And it's
not what you horrible children are telling him.” His mother was no
longer soft-spoken; now her voice was rising, a spark of fire in it.
Benjamin's stomach roared
in the midst of their argument. His mother looked back down at him,
her gaze softening. “Honey, take a break and clear your head. Cook
yourself something nice. You'll feel better, I promise.”
His pencil dug into the
page as he worked on the right eye and tore through his face. “It
won't make them shut up,” he said. His voice was thick with the
rain as it choked him on the inside.
“You're the one that made
us,” the girl reminded him again.
“And I'm the one that can
destroy you,” Benjamin said. He looked up from the portrait of
himself and looked around at all of the other portraits.
“You wouldn't dare,”
the boy said. “You care too much about your art. We're part of your
pride and joy, remember?”
Benjamin dug once more in
his desk drawer and found a lighter. He stood up, pushing his chair
back. Slowly, he walked over to the boy.
“You coward. You can't
even deal with pieces of yourself?” the girl said as he lit the boy
on fire. The girl was still talking, still badmouthing him when he
set her on fire, too.
One by one he set each
portrait on fire, until the only one that remained was his mom above
his desk.
“I'm sorry, Mom.”
He lit his mother on fire.
As the shrieking portraits burned around him and spread to the walls,
he sat back down at his desk and continued the portrait of himself,
ignoring the fire as it grew into a rage that engulfed the entire
apartment.
Sirens sang in the
distance. The last thing that anyone ever saw of Benjamin was the
charred, finished portrait of himself, floating away in the wind.
Saturday, February 29, 2020
10 Fantasy Books Released in March 2020
1. Chain of Gold
by Cassandra Clare
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| released March 3rd |
2. Havenfall
by Sara Holland
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| released March 3rd |
3. House of Earth and Blood
by Sarah J. Maas
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| released March 3rd |
4. The Midnight Lie
by Marie Rutkoski
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| released March 3rd |
5. The Winter Duke
by Claire Eliza Bartlett
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| released March 3rd |
6. When We Were Magic
by Sarah Gailey
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| released March 3rd |
7. Wicked As You Wish
by Rin Chupeco
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| released March 3rd |
8. Witches of Ash and Ruin
by E. Latimer
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| released March 3rd |
9. Bone Crier's Moon
by Kathryn Purdie
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| released March 10th |
10. The Electric Heir
by Victoria Lee
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| released March 17th |
Which book sounds the most interesting to you? Since I'm currently reading Clare's Shadowhunter series for the first time, Chain of Gold sounds intriguing to me, but The Winter Duke sounds pretty cool as well!
Saturday, February 15, 2020
Book Review: City of Ashes (The Immortal Instruments) by Cassandra Clare
Four out of five stars.
Rating Note: Five stars means it's the best of the best. Four is great, three good, two not so good, one awful.
In book two of The Immortal Instruments, Clary and the Shadowhunters deal with the aftermath of the betrayals and chaos encountered in City of Bones, while the chaos just continues to expand and grow from a tight little ball of deadly energy into something like fireworks, except maybe not so pretty. And in the midst of dealing with all of it, Clary is still discovering new things about her past and who she is, and what she can do.
Our main protagonist grows by the end of City of Ashes. A lot. We saw hints of her growth in book one, but dang does she go through some character development here. She's beginning to discover she's stronger than she and everyone else around her once thought. And she manages to go through this growth all while her mother is still comatose AND while struggling to come to terms with just what her relationship with Jace is and should be, which is pretty impressive, in my opinion.
We're also introduced to a new character who seems to be here to stay: Maia. Quirky, video game nerd werewolf girl complete with a tortured past with a crazy brother and an ex-boyfriend who sounds like someone I'd like to punch in the face. Obviously, her experience with boys hasn't been the greatest, but that doesn't stop her from being a badass.
The characters as a whole are as lovable (or hateable, if we're talking about Valentine) as ever, and the storytelling is a delight. Throughout City of Ashes, we get to see more into the world of the Shadowhunters, as well as learn more about the Downworlder and fae races and how their politics work. And I have to say, the fae are terrifying in that you-probably-mean-something-completely-different-from-what-it-sounds-like-you're-saying type of way. I love them - and I also want to stab them in the eye. Wonderful, right?
It's hard to word build in a way that ties into the plot without bogging it down, but Cassandra Clare continues to do an epic job of it in this series. We learn more about the different races and mechanics of the world even while the world around us is blowing up. What more could you ask for?
If you liked this review, please share it on your favorite social media platform using the sharing icon below, and if you've read the book already, let me know what you think of it in the comments! If you haven't read it, you can buy it here.
Saturday, February 1, 2020
10 Fantasy Books Released in February 2020
Here is a list of 10 fantasy books released in February 2020. My favorite cover from this selection is number 7! Keep reading to see the list of books, and if you want to buy any, go ahead and click the title link.
1. Age of Death
by Michael J. Sullivan
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| released Feb 4th |
2. All the Stars and Teeth
by Adalyn Grace
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| released Feb 4th |
3. Ember Queen
by Laura Sebastien
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| released Feb 4th |
4. The Queen's Assassin
by Melissa de la Cruz
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| released Feb 4th |
5. Heart of Flames
by Nicki PauPreto
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| released Feb 11th |
6. Ink in the Blood
by Kim Smejkal
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| released Feb 11th |
7. The Unspoken Name
by A.K. Larkwood
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| released Feb 11th |
8. The Unwilling
by Kelly Braffet
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| released Feb 11th |
9. How to Love Your Elf
by Kerrelyn Sparks
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| released Feb 25th |
10. The Shadows Between Us
by Tricia Levenseller
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| released Feb 25th |
There's a lot of good ones this month, but I especially like the sound of All the Stars and Teeth, and The Shadows Between Us! Which fantasy book new release are you most excited about? Let me know in the comments; I'd love to hear from you!
Saturday, January 18, 2020
10 Fantasy TV Shows
1. The Vampire Diaries
2. Game of Thrones
3. The Witcher
4. The Secret Circle
5. Supernatural
6. Carnival Row
7. True Blood
8. Teen Wolf
9. Grimm
10. The Shannara Chronicles
Saturday, January 4, 2020
10 Fantasy Books Released in January 2020
1. A Heart So Fierce and Broken
by Brigid Kemmerer
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| released Jan 7th |
8. Infinity Son
by Adam Silvera
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| released Jan 14th |
10. Wicked Bite
by Jeaniene Frost
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| released Jan 28th |
Which fantasy book are you most excited about in January 2020?! The Night Country sounds the most interesting to me. Let me know your thoughts on these new releases in the comments; I'd love to hear from you!
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