The Inkpen Authoress is another writer and blogger who has inspired me. Now I am very excited for her. She is publishing a book this winter, and today she is revealing the book cover. I haven't seen it yet -- it is too early in the morning. But I will be heading over to her blog ( http://inkpenauthoress.blogspot.com/ ) in a few hours to check it out. Maybe you would like to join me?
"You're more poet than anything." I folded my arms and glared at Ian. He sat perched on the edge of the roof, dressed like an adventurer. I coveted every part of his outfit -- the breezy shirt made of course cloth, the sturdy breeches, the leather boots that laced up to his calves, the dagger on his hip. Tomorrow he would set sail to a life I craved more than anything. But did he appreciate his opportunities? No. And I hated him for it. "Do you despise poets, Ingrid?" His voice was sad, but a grin twisted at the corners of his mouth as he finished his question. Those blue eyes of his cut in my direction with a teasing flash. "They don't DO anything." My thoughts and emotions ran in torrents, but I could see his flowing smoothly and quietly. Even in his uneasiness about the morrow, his face was a peaceful as a child falling asleep in his own bed. ...
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