This was going to be a two-part answer for me, but then I realized that half of what I was going to say is felt, not heard. It’s the sound of my cats purring their love and affection. It doesn’t matter if it’s the louder rumbles of my boys, or Stasia’s purr that’s louder than her meow, or even Elphie’s sweetly broken and relatively soft purr. The minute they purr for me, I instantly start to feel better.
Oh, and the part that is more felt than heard? That would be the sensation of my cats’ heartbeats. Both of my boys love to stretch out across my chest to cuddle, and I can almost always feel the strong beat of their hearts right above my own. It makes me love them even more than normal.
This is actually a really rough thing for me to answer…
I think the “easy” answer would be that I am grateful for all food. My slim, trim, girlish figure can attest to that. I mean, there aren’t a lot of foods I’ve tried that I refuse to eat. And I have a rule of trying any new food once to see if I like it. Again, there are very few exceptions to that rule.
As for right now, the food I’m most grateful for is the salad I had for dinner. It was light and easy on my system, though very peppery [yum!], and tasted really good.
This is actually kind of a weird question to me. I am grateful for all of the colors available, even the ones I don’t like. Every color out there is liked by someone, and that makes me grateful it’s out there.
For me personally, I am grateful for purple. It’s my favorite color, and always makes me smile when I see it. I’d be happy to have tons of purple in my life, not gonna lie. I’m also very grateful for black. The all-consuming quality of black is comforting, as odd as that may sound. You can safely hide in black or be terrified in black. Black covers up your mistakes, for good or for ill.
You mean, besides all of it? LOL! I love my computer because it’s so all encompassing, particularly for my writing. When I can’t be at my computer, I stick to my smartphone and occasionally my tablet. My iPod gives me music when I’m not at home. And bedtime doesn’t feel right without my Kindle.
And for the record, just because I adore the versatility of my Kindle, it doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned the visceral enjoyment of an actual book in my hands. It’s a matter of convenience and what’s on hand, particularly when I travel.
Today I am incredibly grateful for the combined scents of lavender and peppermint. This combination is my go-to whenever I have a migraine. It makes me feel better almost instantly, and can filter out the cigarette smoke smell that is one of my major aura-style indicators of impending migraines.
I used to do these posts over on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth a lot, then I just kind of slacked off. The last time I did one of these posts anywhere was in April of 2014. I won’t try to update every single thing that’s happened since then, but I’ll hit some of the major points.
While I haven’t read the first 2 books in the series, I did get an ARC of this one and found it quite enjoyable. I am now very happily going to be finding copies of the earlier books, as well as any further sequels, as I got truly sucked into the story.
Bargains. Only the truly desperate make them. Only the truly desperate need them. And always, the desperate pay.
The silence and never-ending dark of winter are all Elice has ever known, for she is the daughter of the Winter Queen. Isolated in a northern queendom with only the seals for company, she dreams of color and music and life. So when a whaling ship crashes just offshore, she doesn’t hesitate to rescue the lone survivor, Adar, who quickly becomes her friend. She must keep him hidden from her mother at all costs, for if the Winter Queen discovers him trespassing, she’ll kill him.
When her mother reveals just how dark her soul has become, Elice realizes she is as much a prisoner as Adar. To ever know true freedom—to ever become the woman she was meant to be—she must flee with him. But in their flight, she begins to see hints of something more nefarious. The darkness that has taken hold of her mother is spreading, staining the world with its influence.
Unbeknownst to Elice, a bargain was made long ago. A bargain she was born to fulfill.
This post began as an initial outline about the character Ann Rutledge from the TV series Damien. I have since moved it over to its own page under Damien meta, where it can be expanded upon more easily as my research continues.