it's really well written with the perfect balance of story and naughty things. I can really recommend this story for everyone who likes fantasy.
The story is pretty interesting so far but the best part of it I would have to say is the kingdom building. It has a lot of room to improve since this is your first novel. In conclusion this novel is pretty good but you should also review your chapters in order to improve your writing.
This book is currently my type. It has a potential and awesome way of writing feeling. A great book indeed.Everyone should read this book. Go author write out more. WE ARE WAITING.
I was me! This body, this mind, it was all mine, no one can take it from me.
I can't help but laugh at them, they where outside waiting for me. My members are acting cute this days.
His smile faded away and looked more angry now
Having the vision of the beautiful young man with whom he promised to spend his life.
This was how everyone described Ezio after the Paradise Island incident. Ezio would be angry if he heard that, he wanted to be a hero!
"Anyone else feel that just now?" Xenovia asks the group as she tries to regain her balance.
Gaeriel remembered the true reason she asked Darien to put Asia under the Guardian´s protection. She remembered hearing about the life this girl had led... and how much of it was ultimately her fault.
The streets of Virindal throbbed with people. The hot sun beat down upon the sweating, shoving population of the centre of the modern world. Nobles on horseback attempted to pass through the hordes of denizens, armed guards shoving in front of them, attempting to part the waters of this sea of humanity. It seemed everyone was out on this day, for the entire city was celebrating the crowning of a new king. And yes, everyone was out, even the reclusive assassin Jahn Moorse. He pushed his way through the market district, past hawkers yelling their heads off in the holy name of 'Hot Sausages!', or 'Fresh Fish!". His hand gravitated to the cool steel of the blade tucked in his sleeve. He felt the sweat running down his forehead from his lank black hair. Breathed in, then out. Pulling his hat low over his face, he reviewed his plans. His hand returned to the cold metal of his dagger, the one thing in this city not crushed by this sweltering heat. He pressed his hand to it as if he could draw strength from its reserves of cold. He carried on.
I could use a little fuel myself