Illumicrate, May: A Big Box of Happy Yellow Greatness!

Processed with VSCO with m3 presetMy Illumicrate box arrived exactly one week ago!

(I wanted to leave it a week so as to not spoil it for anyone who was still waiting for theirs to arrive)

It seriously brightened my day – what an amazing box! There was so much packed into it and the choice of book is great too (I almost bought this book on my several trips to the bookstore this month, but for whatever reason didn’t, and now I am so glad!)

If yours hasn’t arrived yet, you’re in for a treat! Just don’t read on any further if you don’t want to spoil it for yourself. Everyone else, read on to discover what goodies were awaiting me…

Inside The Box:

1. When We Collided by Emery Lord: “an unforgettable summer as Vivi collides with small town local Jonah in this beautifully written contemporary story about family, food, and first love. Enjoy the signed bookplate and postcards.” – I am SO pleased with this book! I’ve been wanting to buy it for the past month, but put it off, and now I’ve got it; yippee! 💃 The postcards are cute too, I love the designs and quotes they’ve used, and as a bonus, the book has a signed bookplate – winner!

2. To Be Read List Notepad by Goodnight Boutique (exclusive): “keep track of your TBR pile and other bookish to-dos with this specially designed notepad” – okay, this item is super cute! I just love it! Each little page has a section to write TBR’s, to-dos and notes.

3. Ex Libris Stamp by Little Stamp Store (exclusive): “mark books from your library or create cards and tags with this gorgeous, versatile stamp” – I’ll be using this stamp a lot. It has a fox and books on it. It’s great. That’s all.

4. Book Club Mug by The Art of Escapism (exclusive): “great for indoor and outdoor use when discussing your latest reads” – I love me a bookish mug. This one reads ‘What Happens in Book Club Stays in Book Club’. And it’s plastic, so it won’t break if I drop it. Bonus.

5. Readers Gonna Read Pin by Literary Emporium: “display your reader status proudly with this adorable enamel pin” – I think this is my favourite item out of everything in this box. It is soooo lovely 😍

6. Bookworm Clips by My Bookish Mark (exclusive): “use these little cuties to mark your place in books or planners” – It’s a worm reading a book! Adorable!

Extras: An extract from “Strange The Dreamer“, a Cinnamon Muffin recipe inspired by “The Square Root of Summer“, a “Mystery and Mayhem” postcard, and some pin badges from the Ladybirds Series.

All in all, this is an absolute triumph of a box (I actually struggled to fit everything in the picture, there’s that much stuff!) – well done Illumicrate!

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Now I have to wait 3 months for the next one… 😱

In the meantime, I’ll be spending much of my time picking up the bits of yellow shredded paper that I threw around my room in all of my excitement.

Illumicrate Rep Search

I’ve also just entered the #illumicraterep search! Here’s my entry post, which can also be found on my Instagram page:

Okay, so the fact of the matter is that I love yellow. Yellow makes me happy, and so does @illumicrate – THE greatest subscription box around. And what makes it better? It’s one of the very limited UK subscription boxes (which makes me even HAPPIER) And what’s even greater yet, is that they’re looking for reps! So, this is my extremely yellow photo entry 😁💛

Why Do I Want To Be a Rep for Illumicrate?

I want more people to know about it, and how great it is! I think there is a serious lack of subscription box options for those of us living in the UK, particularly if we don’t have the money to spend extortionate amounts on shipping prices just to get one from the US. Illumicrate accommodates for this. Not only is it a UK subscription box, but they also ship internationally, making it available to everyone. I want more people to know about it, as it took me hours of Internet browsing to find one, and when I finally came across #illumicrate, I was thrilled. I received my first box this month, and I couldn’t have been more satisfied by its contents! The sheer amount of stuff packed into it, and most of all, the QUALITY of all of the items were incredible. I loved it.


#T5W – Summer Reads…

I absolutely LOVE summer. It is by far my favourite season, and when it’s warm and sunny I just end up being 100x times happier than the rest of the year!

So the Top 5 Wednesday topic for this week is:

“Summer Reads”

The description for this one outlines that these can be anything from beach reads to books that just remind you of summer.

Here are my top 5:

1. Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows – I distinctly remember reading this on a beach in Majorca on my last family holiday nearly 9 years ago. It had just been released so it was the book I took in holiday with me, and I just remember lying on a towel on the beach reading whilst the rest of my family (excluding my mum) went on a banana boat in the sea. I was too scared to go, I still hate the sea even now!

2. The Book Thief – I feel like I mention this book far too often, but I read this last summer. It quickly became my favourite book and put me in a slump for the rest of the summer, so I feel it deserves a mention here!

3. The Notebook – The setting of this book, particularly when they go on the canoe, just reminds me of summer. It gives me those sunny summer vibes. 😎 Until of course it makes me cry…

4. The Perks of Being a Wallflower“and in that moment, I swear we were infinite”. That feeling of being in the sun, care free and happy. That what summer is about for me. It’s my favourite season and I wish it could last forever.

5. I’ll Give You The Sun – I haven’t actually read this yet, it’s on my TBR, but ‘sun’ and the cover is bright yellow… It couldn’t be more summery if it tried!

What books remind you of summer? ☀️

The Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you so much to Jill @ RantAndRaveAboutBooks for nominating me for “The Versatile Blogger” award! It’s my first award nomination since starting my blog up in March this year.

When I first started blogging, I knew nothing, if very little, about it. It’s thanks to the many bloggers here on WordPress that I’ve somehow managed to stumble my way through to this point 3 months later, and I really am grateful for everyone’s support. I can now only hope to continue to grow!

The Rules:the-versatile-blogger-award

  • Show the award on your blog
  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Share seven facts about yourself.
  • Nominate fifteen blogs.
  • Link your nominees and let them know of your nomination.

  1. When I’m not reading, I’m usually singing, dancing and pretending to be someone else (or working, but we tend not to think about that…) I’m an actor, trying to catch my break.
  2. I find myself really funny. I’m one of those people that everyone hates because I laugh at my own jokes. They would be funnier to other people if I didn’t laugh. But I do. I’m a joke killer. Sorry.
  3. I have an irrational fear of Spiders. They are the devil and they have 8 legs which is just freaky and unnecessary, not to mention greedy; give some to snakes!
  4. My favourite film is “About Time”, starring Rachael McAdams. It’s beautiful and makes me cry every time. I’ve seen it at least 20 times now, and that’s a lot of tears…
  5. I procrastinate ALL OF THE TIME. Right now I should be writing my final essay for uni, and learning audition material. I had all day. I did nothing…
  6. I’m horrifically sarcastic. Don’t take me seriously. Sometimes people do and it’s not good. Just know that I’m not being serious 99% of the time. You’ll know when it’s the 1%. Trust me.
  7. I’m a really bad loser. I don’t like it. I want to win. What’s the point in playing if you don’t want to be a winner?!

My nominees are:

  1. GenieReads
  2. BooksAndAllSpooks
  3. MuggleBoooks
  4. TheBrokenShelfBlog
  5. TheClumsyBookworm
  6. MorrisaReads
  7. BookAlmighty
  8. TheSFFBookshelf
  9. TheBookWormWhoLived
  10. ThePaperbackCollective
  11. APieceOfParadis
  12. DeerTalesBlog
  13. BookWormHay
  14. InAReadingWorld
  15. TheReadingBelle

If anyone has already been nominated, I apologise, and feel free to ignore it – just know that I think you’re great 🙂

Thanks again ❤

P.S. Every time I went to write “blogger”, I typed “BLOOGER” instead…

#T5W – Book Characters I Am Most Like…

There are characters I’d really like to be. Obviously. But realistically, I’m not like most of them. I tend to be the “supporting character” in the story. The one who helps people achieve their goals.

This week’s topic for Top 5 Wednesday is “Characters You Are Most Like”.

Here are 5 characters (I think) that have the most similarities to myself:

1. Luna Lovegood in Harry Potter. Sometimes I say stupid things, but little do people know that I’m actually in fact talking a lot of sense. They realise later on that I was right. 

2. Hermionie Granger also in Harry Potter. I have a tendency to be a bit of a know-it-all, I like to be right and really don’t like to be wrong.

3. Primrose Everdeen in The Hunger Games. Not to sound like I’m blowing my own trumpet, but I’m the sister in my family that is seen to be the “golden child”. Really, it’s actually annoying…

4. Leisl Meminger in The Book Thief. Okay, so this is naughty, and I don’t like to admit this, but when I was younger I used to steal books from the school library! My mum always had to take them back and apologise to the school… I just had this unbelievable fascination with books, and I wanted lots at epithet same time. A bit like Leisl.

5. Charlie Kelmekis in The Perks of Being A Wallflower. Not so much now, but definitely when I was younger up until a few years ago, I was very quiet. I had a few friends whom I trusted and spent time with, and I tended to get ignored a bit at school. Except for when people called me a know-it-all… Back to number 2! 🤓

What character would you most compare yourself to? 💕

Book Tag: 3 Quotes, 3 Days (Day 3)

I’ve got a suitably bookish quote for the final day of three for this wonderful book tag. It comes from a novel I read recently, which I would recommend to anyone who wants a book that will bring a breath of fresh air and an appreciation for the importance of family, into their lives:

“When I run the world, librarians will be exempt from tragedy. Even their smaller sorrows will last only for as long as you can take out a book.”
― Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves

My final 3 blogs to tag are:

  1. Morgan @ HappilyEverBookish
  2. C.C @ CharmedBookHavenReviews
  3. Emma @ AmongThePages

I hope you’ve enjoyed the quotes I selected for my 3 days and if I’ve tagged you, that you’ll join in too! 🙂

Book Tag: 3 Quotes, 3 Days (Day 2)

Today brings a quote from my favourite classics: Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte. I studied this novel a few years ago for my A Level English Literature course, and absolutely fell in love with it. Although at times very wordy and slow, there are some beautiful moments and the language just draws you in, as well as the voice of Jane being wonderfully feminist.

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” – Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

I also want to say that the BBC adaptation series with Ruth Wilson and Toby Stephens is the best adaptation of the book, in my opinion. It is so closely followed and the acting is fantastic!

Today I am tagging:

  1. Trang/Lashaan @ Bookidote
  2. Halle @ BookWormHay
  3. Dover @ TheReadingDove

Continue the tag guys, let’s see your favourite quotes! ❤️

Book Tag: 3 Quotes, 3 Days (Day 1)

Thanks to Cara @ LittleMisssBookWorm for tagging me to do this!

The aim of this book tag is to post a quote a day, for three days. I usually post a quote every Sunday anyway, so what a perfect day to start this on!

My first quote comes from my favourite book. This book is full of so many beautiful words that it is nearly impossible just to pick one, but I’m feeling sentimental today, so I’ll just leave you with this…

“Sometimes people are beautiful. 
Not in looks. 
Not in what they say. 
Just in what they are.” – The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

I also have to tag 3 bookish blogs to do this each day, so today I am tagging:

  1. Klinta @ BookOwly
  2. Sophie @ StoriesForSophie
  3. Poppy @ PoppysBestOfBooks

In other news, it was my birthday yesterday. I didn’t really do much to celebrate as I was working all weekend. However, I did receive some money from my grandparents, so I intend on going to the bookstore tomorrow and buying some new books 😍

Anticipated Release: Carve The Mark – Veronica Roth

Veronica Roth has just announced her new book release, complete with cover reveal and an extract from the novel itself!

“Carve The Mark” is the first book in a sci-fi duology by Veronica Roth, the bestselling author of the Divergent series, and apparently will appeal to fans of Star Wars!

Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I think the cover is great! So dramatic, yet simple and classy. It really wants to make me read it and it looks so interesting and gives away so little! It also has a great tag line… “Honour has no place in survival”… Ooh okay, I’m in! I am SOOOO in!

Synopsis: On a planet where violence and vengeance rule, in a galaxy where some are favored by fate, everyone develops a currentgift, a unique power meant to shape the future. While most benefit from their currentgifts, Akos and Cyra do not—their gifts make them vulnerable to others’ control. Can they reclaim their gifts, their fates, and their lives, and reset the balance of power in this world?

Cyra is the sister of the brutal tyrant who rules the Shotet people. Cyra’s currentgift gives her pain and power — something her brother exploits, using her to torture his enemies. But Cyra is much more than just a blade in her brother’s hand: she is resilient, quick on her feet, and smarter than he knows.

Akos is from the peace-loving nation of Thuvhe, and his loyalty to his family is limitless. Though protected by his unusual currentgift, once Akos and his brother are captured by enemy Shotet soldiers, Akos is desperate to get his brother out alive — no matter what the cost. When Akos is thrust into Cyra’s world, the enmity between their countries and families seems insurmountable. They must decide to help each other to survive—or to destroy one another.

Unfortunately, we have to wait all the way until January 17, 2017 to get our hands on this book, but just to tease us even more, an extract has been released:

Chapter 7

The first time I saw the Kereseth brothers, it was from the servants’ passageway that ran alongside the Weapons Hall. I was several seasons older, fast approaching adulthood.

My father had joined my mother in the afterlife just a few seasons prior, killed in an attack during our last sojourn. My brother, Ryzek, was now walking the path our father had set for him, the path toward Shotet legitimacy. Maybe even Shotet dominance.

My former tutor, Otega, had been the first to tell me about the Kereseths, because the servants in our house were whispering the story over the pots and pans in the kitchen, and she always told me of the servants’ whispers.

“They were taken by your brother’s steward, Vas,” she said to me as she checked my essay for grammatical errors. She still taught me literature and science, but I had outstripped her in my other subjects, and now studied on my own as she returned to managing our kitchens. “And Vas dragged them across the Divide kicking and screaming, to hear the others tell of it. But the younger one—Akos—escaped his bonds, somehow, stole a blade, and turned it against one of Vas’s soldiers.”

“Which one?” I asked. I knew the men Vas traveled with. Knew how one liked candy, another had a weak left shoulder, and yet another had trained a pet bird to eat treats from his mouth. It was good to know such things about people. Just in case.

“Kalmev Radix.”

The candy lover, then.

I raised my eyebrows. Kalmev Radix, one of my brother’s trusted elite, had been killed by a Thuvhesit boy? That was not an honorable death.

“Why were the brothers taken?” I asked her.

“Their fates.” Otega waggled her eyebrows. “Or so the story goes. And since their fates are, evidently, unknown by all but Ryzek, it is quite the story.”

I didn’t know the fates of the Kereseth boys, or any but mine and Ryzek’s, though they had been broadcast a few days ago on the Assembly news feed. Ryzek had cut the news feed within moments of the Assembly Leader coming on screen. The Assembly Leader had given the announcement in Othyrian, and though the speaking and learning of all languages but Shotet had been banned in our country for over ten seasons, it was still better to be safe.

My father had told me my own fate after my currentgift manifested, with little ceremony: The second child of the family Noavek will cross the Divide. A strange fate for a favored daughter, but only because it was so dull.

I didn’t wander the servants’ passages that often anymore—there were things happening in this house I didn’t want to see—but to catch a glimpse of the kidnapped Kereseths … well. I had to make an exception.

All I knew about the Thuvhesit people—apart from the fact that they were our enemies—was they had thin skin, easy to pierce with a blade, and they overindulged in iceflowers, the lifeblood of their economy. I had learned their language at my mother’s insistence—the Shotet elite were exempt from my father’s prohibitions against language learning, of course—and it was hard on my tongue, which was used to harsh, strong Shotet sounds instead of the hushed, quick Thuvhesit ones.

I knew Ryzek would have the Kereseths taken to the Weapons Hall, so I crouched in the shadows and slid the wall panel back, leaving myself just a crack to see through, when I heard footsteps.

The room was like all the others in Noavek manor, the walls and floor made of dark wood so polished it looked like it was coated in a film of ice. Dangling from the distant ceiling was an elaborate chandelier made of glass globes and twisted metal. Tiny fenzu insects fluttered inside it, casting an eerie, shifting light over the room. The space was almost empty, all the floor cushions—balanced on low wooden stands, for comfort—gathering dust, so their cream color turned gray. My parents had hosted parties in here, but Ryzek used it only for people he meant to intimidate.

I saw Vas, my brother’s steward, before anyone else. The long side of his hair was greasy and limp, the shaved side red with razor burn. Beside him shuffled a boy, much smaller than I was, his skin a patchwork of bruises. He was narrow through the shoulders, spare and short. He had fair skin, and a kind of wary tension in his body, like he was bracing himself.

Muffled sobs came from behind him, where a second boy, with dense, curly hair, stumbled along. He was taller and broader than the first Kereseth, but cowering, so he almost appeared smaller.

These were the Kereseth brothers, the fate-favored children of their generation. Not an impressive sight.

My brother waited for them across the room, his long body draped over the steps that led to a raised platform. His chest was covered with armor, but his arms were bare, displaying a line of kill marks that went all the way up the back of his forearm. They had been deaths ordered by my father, to counteract any rumors about my brother’s weakness that might have spread among the lower classes. He held a small currentblade in his right hand, and every few seconds he spun it in his palm, always catching it by the handle. In the bluish light, his skin was so pale he looked almost like a corpse.

He smiled when he saw his Thuvhesit captives, his teeth showing. He could be handsome when he smiled, my brother, even if it meant he was about to kill you.

He leaned back, balancing on his elbows, and cocked his head.

“My, my,” he said. His voice was deep and scratchy, like he had just spent the night screaming at the top of his lungs.

“This is the one I’ve heard so many stories about?” Ryzek nodded to the bruised Kereseth boy. He spoke Thuvhesit crisply. “The Thuvhesit boy who earned a mark before we even got him on a ship?” He laughed.

I squinted at the bruised one’s arm. There was a deep cut on the outside of his arm next to the elbow, and a streak of blood that had run between his knuckles and dried there. A kill mark, unfinished. A very new one, belonging, if the rumors were true, to Kalmev Radix. This was Akos, then, and the snuffling one was Eijeh.

“Akos Kereseth, the third child of the family Kereseth.” Ryzek stood, spinning his knife on his palm, and walked down the steps. He dwarfed even Vas. He was like a regular-size man stretched taller and thinner than he was supposed to be, his shoulders and hips too narrow to bear his own height.

I was tall, too, but that was where my physical similarities with my brother ended. It wasn’t uncommon for Shotet siblings to look dissimilar, given how blended our blood was, but we were more distinct than most.

The boy—Akos—lifted his eyes to Ryzek’s. I had first seen the name “Akos” in a Shotet history book. It had belonged to a religious leader, a cleric who had taken his life rather than dishonor the current by holding a currentblade. So this Thuvhesit boy had a Shotet name. Had his parents simply forgotten its origins? Or did they want to honor some long-forgotten Shotet blood?

“Why are we here?” Akos said hoarsely, in Shotet.

Ryzek only smiled further. “I see the rumors are true—you can speak the revelatory tongue. How fascinating. I wonder how you came by your Shotet blood?” He prodded the corner of Akos’s eye, at the bruise there, making him wince. “You received quite a punishment for your murder of one of my soldiers, I see. I take it your rib cage is suffering damage.”

Ryzek flinched a little as he spoke. Only someone who had known him as long as I had could have seen it, I was certain. Ryzek hated to watch pain, not out of empathy for the person suffering it, but because he didn’t like to be reminded that pain existed, that he was as vulnerable to it as anyone else.

“Almost had to carry him here,” Vas said. “Definitely had to carry him onto the ship.”

“Usually you would not survive a defiant gesture like killing one of my soldiers,” Ryzek said, speaking down to Akos like he was a child. “But your fate is to die serving the family Noavek, to die serving me, and I’d rather get a few seasons out of you first, you see.”

Akos had been tense since I laid eyes on him. As I watched, it was as if all the hardness in him melted away, leaving him looking as vulnerable as a small child. His fingers were curled, but not into fists. Passively, like he was sleeping.

I guess he hadn’t known his fate.

“That isn’t true,” Akos said, like he was waiting for Ryzek to soothe away the fear. I pressed a sharp pain from my stomach with a palm.

“Oh, I assure you that it is. Would you like me to read from the transcript of the announcement?” Ryzek took a square of paper from his back pocket—he had come to this meeting prepared to wreak emotional havoc, apparently—and unfolded it. Akos was trembling.

“‘The third child of the family Kereseth,’” Ryzek read, in Othyrian. Somehow hearing the fate in the language in which it had been announced made it sound more real to me. I wondered if Akos, shuddering at each syllable, felt the same. “‘Will die in service to the family Noavek.’”

Ryzek let the paper drop to the floor. Akos grabbed it so roughly it almost tore. He stayed crouched as he read the words—again and again—as if rereading them would change them. As if his death, and his service to our family, were not preordained.

“It won’t happen,” Akos said, harder this time, as he stood. “I would rather … I would rather die than—”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true,” Ryzek said, lowering his voice to a near-whisper. He bent close to Akos’s face. Akos’s fingers tore holes in the paper, though he was otherwise still. “I know what people look like when they want to die. I’ve brought many of them to that point myself. And you are still very much desperate to survive.”

Akos took a breath, and his eyes found my brother’s with new steadiness. “My brother has nothing to do with you. You have no claim to him. Let him go, and I … I won’t give you any trouble.”

“You seem to have made several incorrect assumptions about what you and your brother are doing here,” Ryzek said. “We did not, as you have assumed, cross the Divide just to speed along your fate. Your brother is not collateral damage; you are. We went in search of him.”

“You didn’t cross the Divide,” Akos snapped. “You just sat here and let your lackeys do it all for you.”

Ryzek turned and climbed to the top of the platform. The wall above it was covered with weapons of all shapes and sizes, most of them currentblades as long as my arm. He selected a large, thick knife with a sturdy handle, like a meat cleaver.

“Your brother has a particular destiny,” Ryzek said, looking the knife over. “I assume, since you did not know your own fate, that you don’t know his, either?”

Ryzek grinned the way he always did when he knew something other people didn’t.

“‘To see the future of the galaxy,’” Ryzek quoted, in Shotet this time. “In other words, to be this planet’s next oracle.”

Akos was silent.

I sat back from the crack in the wall, closing my eyes against the line of light so I could think.

For my brother and my father, every sojourn since Ryzek was young had been a search for an oracle, and every search had turned up empty. Likely because it was nearly impossible to catch someone who knew you were coming. But finally, it seemed Ryzek had found a solution: he had located an oracle who didn’t know what he was, one soft and pliable enough to be shaped by Noavek cruelty.

I sat forward again to hear Eijeh speak, his curly head tipped forward.

“Akos, what is he saying?” Eijeh asked in slippery Thuvhesit, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“He’s saying they didn’t come to Thuvhe for me,” Akos said, without looking back. It was strange to hear someone speak two languages so perfectly, without an accent. I envied him the ability. “They came for you.”

“For me?” Eijeh’s eyes were pale green. An unusual color, like iridescent insect wings, or the currentstream after the Deadening time. Against his light brown skin, so like the milky earth of the planet Zold, they almost glowed. “Why?”

“Because you are the next oracle of this planet,” Ryzek said to Eijeh in the boy’s mother tongue, stepping down from the platform with the knife in hand. “You will see the future, in all its many, many varieties. And there is one variety in particular that I wish to know about.”

A shadow darted across the back of my hand like an insect, my currentgift making my knuckles ache like they were breaking. I stifled a groan. I knew what future Ryzek wanted: to rule Thuvhe, as well as Shotet, to conquer our enemies, to be recognized as a legitimate world leader by the Assembly. But his fate hung over him as heavily as Akos’s likely now hung over him, saying that Ryzek would fall to our enemies instead of reign over them. He needed an oracle if he wanted to avoid that failure. And now he had one.

I wanted Shotet to be recognized as a nation instead of a collection of rebellious upstarts just as much as my brother did. So why was the pain of my currentgift—ever-present—mounting by the second? “I …” Eijeh was watching the knife in Ryzek’s hand. “I’m not an oracle, I’ve never had a vision, I can’t … I can’t possibly …”

I pressed against my stomach again.

Ryzek balanced the knife on his palm and flicked it to turn it. It wobbled, moving in a slow circle. No, no, no, I found myself thinking, unsure why.

Akos shifted into the path between Ryzek and Eijeh, as if he could stop my brother with the meat of his body alone.

Ryzek watched his knife turn as he moved toward Eijeh.

“Then you must learn to see the future quickly,” Ryzek said. “Because I want you to find me the version of the future I need, and tell me what it is I must do to get to it. Why don’t we start with a version of the future in which Shotet, not Thuvhe, controls this planet—hmm?”

He nodded to Vas, who forced Eijeh to his knees. Ryzek caught the blade by its handle and touched the edge of it to Eijeh’s head, right under his ear. Eijeh whimpered.

“I can’t—” Eijeh said. “I don’t know how to summon visions, I don’t—”

And then Akos barreled into my brother from the side. He wasn’t big enough to topple Ryzek, but he had caught him off guard, and Ryzek stumbled. Akos pulled his elbow back to punch—stupid, I thought to myself—but Ryzek was too fast. He kicked up from the ground, hitting Akos in the stomach, then stood. He grabbed Akos by the hair, wrenching his head up, and sliced along Akos’s jawline, ear to chin. Akos screamed.

It was one of Ryzek’s preferred places for cutting people. When he decided to give a person a scar, he wanted it to be visible. Unavoidable.

“Please,” Eijeh said. “Please, I don’t know how to do what you ask, please don’t hurt him, don’t hurt me, please—”

Ryzek stared down at Akos, who was clutching his face, his neck streaked with blood.

“I do not know this Thuvhesit word, ‘please,’” Ryzek said.

Later that night I heard a scream echoing in the quiet hallways of Noavek manor. I knew it didn’t belong to Akos—he had been sent to our cousin Vakrez, “to grow thicker skin,” as Ryzek put it. Instead I recognized the scream as Eijeh’s voice raised in acknowledgment of pain, as my brother tried to pry the future from his head.

I dreamt of it for a long time thereafter.

Who else is super hyped about this release?! 📚

#T5W… Authors I’d Most Like To Meet at BookCon

My first Top 5 Wednesday Post! I thought I’d give it a go this month after seeing it on many a book blog, and I joined the Goodreads group T5W to keep updated.📝

This week’s topic is: 

“Authors You’d Most Like To Meet at BEA and BookCon”.

Now, living in England, I’m not going to be able to go to either of these events. Sad times. I’m not really that fussed about BEA, because I don’t really know any of the authors attending, but not being able to go to BookCon makes me really sad because the author line-up is amazing.

Unless anyone wants to buy me a flight ticket…? Any offers? No? Okay, well I can dream.

So, if I were able to attend BookCon, here’s my Top 5 Authors I’d most like to meet:

1. Victoria Aveyard – I recently read Red Queen and LOVED IT. One of the best books I’ve read this year, and I can’t wait to read the sequel, Glass Sword. I also want to read the companion stories in Cruel Crown, which I never usually bother with.

2. Cassandra Clare – This woman has written more books about one theme than I’ve ever known to exist… HOW?! And how do they continue to be so popular and hyped? I’m yet to read any of them (they are on my TBR and I’m going to start TMI series very soon, and I already own Lady Midnight, so I’ve got to get going on them pronto, there’s so many to get through.

3. Jay Kristoff & Amie Kaufman – Where did they get the idea for Illuminae, because let’s face it, the format of that book is seriously cool!

4. Sabaa Tahir – Because I really want my copy of An Ember In The Ashes to be signed…

5. Pierce Brown – Shallow and completely non book related; I just think he’s really quite attractive… (Shame) 😂

Those of you who will be going, I hope you have a great time, I’m super jealous! Maybe in a few years time I’ll have saved up enough money to make a visit to America 😍

Are you going to BookCon? Who are you excited to meet? 🤓

Here’s the full line-up for BookCon 2016 💕