In every city I visit I go to a bookstore. It’s like a small tradition of mine. I don’t really do it to buy books, and sometimes I cannot even read in the local language. But the atmosphere, that particular energy of a bookstore draws me in like a magnet. Just to think of it – so many different stories live there, on every shelf, in every book! Stories that someone played in their mind, carried in their heart, stories that were important and moving enough for them to put down to paper, to do what it takes to makes them into a book! To me, every book is a fruit of love. Probably, this is why I love them so much. Read the rest of this entry »
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I have finally come up with a cool free bonus that I am not offering on my website – a print-ready activity ebook Raven Boy, A Treasure Hunting Quest :
The mere mention of the Werewolf for many people will conjure up images of a cursed soul whom is destined to turn into a monster under the full moon and hunt for human flesh to satisfy its uncontrollable hunger. Much of today’s modern view of this supernatural beast, stems from the Hollywood machine and pop culture, with movies like The Wolfman, American Werewolf and of course the Twighlight series. But the source of much of the Werewolf lore stems from the middle ages in Europe, and was believed to have come from a clash between Indo-European Mythology and the arrival of Christianity. Before this the wolf had long been a popular symbol of the pre-Christian tribal warrior class. The Werewolf or Lycanthrope are known as shape-shifting creatures with unusual speed, strength, reflexes and senses, they have existed for thousands of years across many different cultures. With the full moon being…
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We can blame our American friends for keeping this tradition alive, although much of our Samhain celebrations have been commercialized and corrupted over the years, a flicker of truth which lies just beneath the surface of Halloween can tell a hidden story! Many of you may have heard or perhaps even witnessed a strange, atmospheric or ghostly light on your travels at night? It is a common sight to see especially over bogs, swamps or marshes. Many witnesses have claimed that it resembles a flickering lamp in the distance which mysteriously disappears when approached! This phenomenon it would seem exists in many cultures and their folklore and is known by many names. Some may know it as Willo the Wisp, or perhaps the Friar’s Lantern, maybe even the Hikypunk or Jack O Lantern? Well tonight I am going to give you the Irish version of the Jack O Lantern. If…
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”Hell Hath no fury, like a woman scorned”.
We all know that the Author of the most famous Vampire Dracula, was the Irish writer Bram Stoker. In fact we can also claim Sheridan Le Fanu who wrote the novella, “Carmilla”. Le Fanu is known to have drawn on his Irish homeland for his early stories. Many historians have noted that Carmilla is the first true Vampire novel ever created, and was probably a big influence on Bram Stoker. The Vampire whilst not always fitting the description of these Victorian era novels have in fact existed in almost every ancient culture around the globe. So it is fitting that Ireland has its own version of the creature. The Dearg-Due which means Red Blood Sucker is a Vampire which dates back to Celtic Ireland. During my research I have found some interesting leads which link this creature to a certain Celtic deity…
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Yesterday evening I stumbled by pure chance upon an e-book by Sadie Mills called Freefalling (The Freefall Trilogy Book 1). The mere magical word “parachutes” made me do a u-turn and grab the book – who in the whole world has never dreamed of flying?.. 😉
Well, I have dreamed of it ever since I remember myself. And parachutes and skydiving were for a long time a constant part of my dreams.
Until finally, two years ago, I actually took the decision and in just two weeks did first the para-sailing, and then the paragliding. I was doing it with a friend of mine, ’cause I guess I would have never dared to do it alone, but together seemed like a good way to go.
So, we started with para-sailing. Wearing only our usual swim-suits, we came to the wooden quay right next to the Larvotto beach in Monaco where all sorts of sea-related entertainment was located. Luckily, the wind was just perfect, so we only had to wait some 20 minutes for the boat. Read the rest of this entry »