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Posted March 19, 2010
I've always been a fan and this book doesn't disappoint. Warm, engaging and often very funny, I felt as if I was listening to a great conversationalist.
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Posted October 22, 2012
Amazing! Please continue!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
P. S. I saw your post at Jigsaw all results. That story is by me! Chapter Nine will be from Bearpaw's perspective, or Jaypaw, maybe... not sure yet!
Posted October 17, 2012
The Secret of Castle Hill
Chapter Eighteen ~Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
I almost immedietly crashed into another girl. She was very short, and very young, with a short spear in her hands, bright blue eyes that shone brilliantly, messy hair that stuck out in every direction, and a round face on which streatched the widest smile I have ever seen.
"Hi, I'm Bugg!" She chirpped.
"Er, Bugg?" I echoed. I've heard that name before...
"Who are you?" She asked. "And who are those people behind you? Do you know them? Did you pass the test? Mr. Moonface told me I didn't pass. That stinks, right?"
She said this all very, VERY fast.
"Um, I'm Alora, and that's Logas and that's Frenn." I said. "And yah, we all passed."
Bugg held up a little fist. "Punch whirlies?" She asked.
"Punch whirlies!" She explained. "Me and my brother made it up. See, a fist is a whirly and a finger is a hug..."
I'm starting to realize Bugg is very strange indeed.
"See, a circle like this is meat, and if you put your hand flat it's some carrots..."
"Hey, are you Alora Swynneth?" A voice called.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned around.
"Was Bugg bithering you? I'm Tizania Flen." A golden haired girl said. She had bright green eyes and a short knife.
"My friends call me Tiz though." She added as I shook her hand slowly.
"Finn sent me to show you to your dormitory." Tizania said, beckoning for us to follow her.
She led us down one passage, then another, and halted before a large wooden door.
Tiz opened it to reveal a large room crowded with sofas and tables. There was a computer on each table, and a TV as well.
"Well," Tizania began, "The boy's beds are through the door on the left, and the girl's beds around to the right. I'll pick you up for dinner, okay?"
"Okay." I nodded.
Tiz smiled, winked, then left the room.
It was silent. No one was here.
Frenn turned on one of the laptops, and I plopped down on a sofa beside him.
"Hmm." He said. His face brightened. "We took back a city!" He exclaimed suddenly.
"Really?" I turned around.
Frenn nodded excitedly. "Captain Jenyl took Breda, which had formerly been under Jagsly's control, and his forces retreated after a short battle."
"Mabye the war will be won before we even have to go to battle." I said.
"The war is far from being won." Logas commented.
I turned around, but the door swung open and in came Dinara, Lazer, and Zel- who was limping slightly.
"Hello!" Zel greeted, sitting down across from me.
"So, what did Finn talk to you about?" I asked.
Lazer shrugged. "Not much. He just commented on a few things, like the bear attack."
"It was so terrifying!" Dinara added, scooting closer to Lazer. "Those fangs... and the red eyes..." She shivered.
"Why did they send us in there anyway?" Zel asked. "And will the battles to come, the real battles, be even worse?"
No one could answer her question. I pondered it. Would the real battles be worse? Was what we had experienced today only a fraction of what was to come?
I remembered what I had seen in the blue orb. Janred had been dying, and then the scene had shifted to reveal a battle. A bloody battle in which people were dying left and right. Aunt Brolli was dead. Jalock was dying. And Logas was about to be struck down...
I glanced at him, a thin shadow in the corner. He might die. I might die. I could have died today. I might die tommarrow.
And if the Shadow Trial was only a fraction of a real battle, how could all the training in the world prepare is?