Review: Honour by Freedom1001 (A.F. Henley)Honour is a deliciously tangled web of outright deception, hidden agendas and peppered with characters one 'loves to hate'.Review: Honour by Freedom1001 (A.F. Henley) by Vinvalenwind
From the moment Emmett steps off his ship into a world of strict social classes and iron-fisted monarchy, this book is a visual treat, as well as being quite literally, 'a damned fine read.'
I say 'visual' because A.F. Henley's London is a feast of vivid backdrops through which his thoroughly engaging characters move, from the raucous mayhem of cobblestone streets where the unavoidable arrow of fate initially strikes to the foreboding walls of the royal residence itself.
Emmett's fondness for and determination to protect his young, innocent charge Aleyn from the vices of a world Emmett knows all too well goes far beyond duty, even though Emmett's strong personal code of ethics will not allow him to do anything less. He's a man making the best of what initially seems a very bad bargain, stuck with catering to the whims of an intriguing, yet exceedingl
Valenwind: SynchronicityDisclaimer: The usual. Not mine, etc. yada.Valenwind: Synchronicity by Vinvalenwind
Summary: Vincent finds that there is no such thing as coincidence.
"You never cease to amaze me, Cid, though I should probably be used to it by now. You did this entirely from memory?” A touch of Vincent's dry humor colored his voice as he watched the pilot work, completely engrossed in his latest project.
Blue eyes caught red as Cid looked up from where he was bent over his worktable, fine-sanding imperfections from a large stainless-steel cylinder.
"That I did,” the pilot replied readily, pride evident in his voice as he smiled. "I been wantin' to try this ever since we were at Cosmo Canyon," Cid continued, looking back down at his work. "Things finally slowed down around here long enough to get to it.” Cid paused as he laid the cylinder aside, chose another piece of the apparatus and examined it equally closely. “One of these days, I wanna build my own observatory. Old Bugenhagen had one helluva setup,
TapestryTapestryTapestry by Vinvalenwind
Disclaimer: The usual. No money made, yada, yada
Summary: Zack makes a discovery
When you’ve lived with the same people day after day, year after year, the details of their lives became woven within a fabric so seamless and fine that the smallest unraveling cannot not pass without notice.
Anders’ blue thread that went with him everywhere, still faithfully mending little holes and big ones years beyond his cadet days. “Yeah, yeah- its my good luck charm, okay? Now hand over that shirt, Zack- ya look like a bum.”
A faded bandanna wound around Kesla’s sword sheath for the same reason.
Line upon line of tiny tally marks wandering over Terrel’s armor in commemoration of an entire menagerie of monster kills. A tiny lightning-bolt charm always swinging from Sakka’s belt loop- a birthday gift from his little sister.
A mosaic of hardship shared, badges of courage molded in the shapes of scarred