DATE OF BOOK WRITTEN: 3/31/2011
A Bunch of stories that are old.
16-year-old Clarissa Vast fell in love with a demon. He left his ashes on the sidewalk when he left her and she knew that those ashes mirrored her life. But when the broken fragments of her forgotten memories begin to show through in her regular life, she starts to realize that when she holds a sword, and when there are things to kill, she just might be the phoenix.
This is another story by Amy Walton about life in the English countryside towards the end of the nineteenth century. It is a sequel to "The Hawthorns", except that, for some reason, the name has become "Hawthorne". On the whole the principal dramatis personae, the Hawthorne household, are unchanged. The additions are Miss Barnicroft, an eccentric old lady from the village; Kettles, an impoverished child from Nearminster, the cathedral city close by; Dr Budge, a learned old
This is a bunch of poems I have wrote over the course of a few months. They are mostly about one person... the one who still has a little piece of my heart even though he shouldn't. About the boy I have come to love and adore...
Jassi writes. A lot. Not books or anything, just thoughts. But if he doesn't, life around Jassi might not be. And yes, that's the whole sentence.
DATE OF BOOK WRITTEN: 3/31/2011
A Bunch of stories that are old.
16-year-old Clarissa Vast fell in love with a demon. He left his ashes on the sidewalk when he left her and she knew that those ashes mirrored her life. But when the broken fragments of her forgotten memories begin to show through in her regular life, she starts to realize that when she holds a sword, and when there are things to kill, she just might be the phoenix.
This is another story by Amy Walton about life in the English countryside towards the end of the nineteenth century. It is a sequel to "The Hawthorns", except that, for some reason, the name has become "Hawthorne". On the whole the principal dramatis personae, the Hawthorne household, are unchanged. The additions are Miss Barnicroft, an eccentric old lady from the village; Kettles, an impoverished child from Nearminster, the cathedral city close by; Dr Budge, a learned old
This is a bunch of poems I have wrote over the course of a few months. They are mostly about one person... the one who still has a little piece of my heart even though he shouldn't. About the boy I have come to love and adore...
Jassi writes. A lot. Not books or anything, just thoughts. But if he doesn't, life around Jassi might not be. And yes, that's the whole sentence.