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Monday, June 11, 2012

It's That Time Of Year Again

      It's that time of year again where students(high-schoolers) turn into zombies because exam are literally around the corner.. .and what I mean by 'literally' is that it is the Monday following this weekend, which means this Monday was my last regular [high] school day Monday where I drag myself out of bed forcibly if my snooze button on my I-touch is annoying the ____ out of me routinely. The 18th is my 3rd last exam out of 4 which I will be ever taking in high school.. .which I can't lie I feel pretty stoked about; except the fact that I already have an in-class exam tomorrow[EClass] ;) I just have to survive this week of studying overtime.. .no really.. .like where I can't touch any of my books to read or watch any of my anime shows or ...okay you get the point... .I won't be able to do ANYTHING to my liking because I will be studying my a** off to graduate -.-' So on that note.. Wish me luck... ..and I WILL SURVIVE lol... ..considering I went to prom last Friday and haven't broken down yet about how broke I am, that I don't know after all this studying in the future, where I will find the time or money to get a graduation dress THOUGH we(class of 2012) will be wearing gowns anyway.. .but showing up to the ceremony nude is not an appropriate option.. .so still something on my 'to-do-list'(which can go on for miles) before I pass out of exhaustion of exams and prom happening BEFORE graduation so ta-ta my pretties, I will talk to you once I get through all of this.


              Class of 2012

Finale Cover Reveal

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

City of Lost Souls COVER REVEAL!

Wow, Finally We Get To See The Cover and It's Amazing!! What Do You Guys Think?!?!

Here's A Teaser from the longer excerpt that was posted on USA Today Online Earlier Today

imon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.
He'd never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him home to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He'd played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his whole family had sat shivah after his father had died. Here he had kissed Clary for the first time.
He had never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed to him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him that he would go away. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.
The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for Chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamesh, the Hand of God, covered the peephole.
Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. No pain. Only a terrible empty blankness, rising slowly into a cold rage.

Read the Entire Excerpt & P
rologue HERE! ^.^