Pride--Chapter 1Princess Alina cantered light-heartedly along the trail through the woods southwest of the capitol of Fohrfar. She loved riding through the woods on a misty, late-summer morning. She jumped a fallen tree, laughing as she bounced in the saddle. The morning mist drifting off the trees lent the forest a sense of magic and mystique. She rarely felt this carefree anywhere else, unless she was with her friend Syrene.Alina rounded the turn that would take her back home and stopped to bask in the diffuse sunlight filtering through the jade treetops, when she saw a mass of golden leaves and pale hardwood. Large bunches of ruby-red, juicy-looking berries hung on the outer reaches of the branches, as if the trees were eager to please and nourish passers-by.The fruit trees stood bunched together in a stand of about a dozen. Few other plants mingled with them. Though other plants grew strong and high outside the stand, w
Pride--Teaser textA princess has been murdered, her life stolen by a manipulative young witch. Monstrous trees corrupt the minds of all who eat its intoxicating fruit, creating tensions among the inhabitants of Fayrehn. Now, Alina, Syrene, and Lethenia must find a way to stop their world from descending into madness before the demonic trees overrun the land. But more importantly, they must discover the imposter orchestrating the whole disaster, who may be closer than most of them think
Pride--Prologue-Prologue-Wind whipped through the princess's hair as she rode across the countryside. She always enjoyed the rides to and from her castle. The summer wildflowers in bloom, the warm air rushing by her face, a flash of blazing gold on white
She slowed....What are those trees? They're beautiful!She pulled aside and dismounted to examine the stand of pale trees whose golden leaves glistened with red as if they were on fire. Bunches of red, grape-sized berries hung from their branches.Hello.The princess turned to see a young, black-haired woman tending a tree about twenty feet away. Her tousled black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, except for her bangs, which hung in her face.Good day, Miss. Did you grow these beautiful trees?More or less. I found them here young, and I have tended them ever since. The fruit is very sweet and delicio
What I know about art...Let me tell you what I know about art...Art is something cool you did by accidentin front of a bunch of total strangers.Art is something snooty criticswith those tiny mustaches and sunglassescan look at and nod their heads atwhile they mumble about form or conflictor some other junk that everyone thinks is deep.Art is forgetting about what people think of youand just doing what comes to you.Like putting on a tuxedo, donning a top hat,smearing chocolate frosting all over your chin,and greeting everyone on campusin your best imitation of Abraham Lincoln.Art is throwing togethera bunch of clichés, abstractions,and stock words or images;just not in a way anyone else has before.Therefore, art is a raceto invent as many clichés as possible.Art is a cartoon characterwho crawls into a sockand pretends shes a dinosaur.Art is publishing the most tender,frightening, embarrassing productsof your melodramatic teenage mindand pleading to the
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