Hi, guys! I'm just popping in with a quick announcement. Next week is the Ain't We Got Fun blog tour, and we will be hosting Emily on toward the end of the week here. You can see her blog post from last Thursday, talking about her "happenings" here. I love hearing her talk about her exciting projects, and I enjoy her photos. I can hardly wait to have her on my blog next week!
"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. ...
Thank you so much!! I can't wait to be hosted on your lovely blog! =)
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