The review below contains my thoughts of the book from a writing perspective. Please be warned, this may contain spoilers! This review was originally posted on Goodreads. There are some strong themes in the book; love, obsession, jealousy, secrets, lies, superstitions, violence, fear, regret, death, decay, a.

Are you still here? Are you all really STILL here? Thank you for sticking around. The Girl, the Gold Tooth and Everything.

The Circle of Talia Fantasy Series. Doris and Jemma Vadgeventure Series. News, Events and Speaking Engagements. Holy Box Set Madness, Batman! How awesome are ebooks? An awesome, magical, bargain-priced fantasy and science fiction box set collection. A third of a cup of coffee.

This story was told to me in London by a very well respected Irish journalist and writer. There is a deep, desperate human tragedy behind it. What happened to those in the story could quite possibly be disregarded by skeptics, but the cause of the rise of stories like this, can never be denied. This is the story of the Féar Gorta, or the Hungry Grass.

Things have been busy, busy, busy. Taking a break from blogging.

Poetry, photography, and life according to me. Broken Glass and Bullet Holes. Inside these walls, fix them up,. Build them up again, patch the holes. Seeping through the cracks, every piece of. Us, of Us, running down the walls. Flowing through the gutters, spilling. Curtains of hope and invited the sun in,. But the sun has gone and the glass is.

Wonderings, wanderings, adventures, and ponderings. In a dome of ethereal transparency. Glass-like, yet fluid,. The only thing between me and. Galaxies of limitless knowledge,. Slightly distorted, yet infinitely. As I wake, a door. Begins to form in front of me,. The lock nowhere to be seen. Cloud my mind in self-doubt and judgment. When I could be discovering.

My winter exhibition in the Grand Pavilion. To any of those reading this post who have reservations about chasing your dreams, DO IT. Your time on this earth is finite yet there are infinite possibilities out there to explore. Believe in yourself and try.

Words on life and other strange experiences. The akwardness and beauty of poetry. Rising in my hollow self. Over dreadful past and stories. I start scraping my skin again. Trying to peel of the layers of what is simmering inside my head. Enable me to bind myself to this glazing pain. Free at last, singing my souls desire. The rearrangement of the senses. Make words linger in my mind.