When walking in the darkness at my parent's house, I can climb the stairs I have climbed a million times. I do not need to view each squared stair to know where it is. I know each is there, running up the steppes without worry.
There is a power to knowing something is true, whether you can see factual evidence of it or not. That power forces that which you envision to be real, and some might call that faith, or a psychological disorder, or denial, or any other thing, but the truth is that it is a blindness.
This blindness is beautiful, and the source of creativity and ingenuity. There is something seen where nothing is. Innovation and sustenance form from this place of blindness, forcing that which does not exist to do so.
And in this utter blindness to what you have been 'told' exists, by others or by your senses, you finally can see with your inner eye, not only the wistfulness of things, but in confidence of internal sight, their being.
And so it is that one must become blind to see, and must accept as true more which they cannot physically see than that which their eyes proclaim.
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Lyl has learned that though she may search the planet, there is no such thing as a people with perfect laws. Every nation has good and bad in the political and traditional. Each country forms their own ideals, and if you wish to abide there, sometimes you have to learn to either deal with the small bit you dislike, or else be part of the change of it.
Lyl also has come to terms with the fact that she has no desire to bed a man or a woman in her current condition. She has tried to hide behind a mask of obsessive possessive desire, and misnamed it love. She has accepted that the attraction is there, but that she is a wounded creature, and like all wounded things, tends to lash out and cause hurt rather than pleasure.
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Twins are so fun, and elderly twins with foreign accents and opposing temperaments are even more so!
Lyl stayed true to herself, and despite reservations, was honest, completely, with people for once. The results were a good meal, a warm bed, and help to her goals.
Boldness and truthfulness go a long way.
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Just to put it out there, my book, What a Wild Spirit Brings, is on promo pricing this week. Kindle has it on a countdown deal, which means for the next 2 days, it is 1.99 instead of 4.99. (usd)
After 2 days, it will go to 2.99, and then 3 days later 3.99, before a couple days later hitting normal price again on the 9th.
Soooo, if you want a 62 chapters long book, 300ish pages according to Kindle, 500ish pages according to .doc, then that is a steal for that price in the book world :D
If you get it, enjoy :)
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Lyl has discovered the joys of being in the same country, but meeting people with accents different than your own. It is fascinating what a little culture injection into a youth spawned in isolation does, and how the accents always grab the attention.
Also, she used poor judgment and it cost another their property. Ruining their day made them want to ruin her own.
When she finally wanted to save something instead of stealing, people flocked to help her. Funny how that works...
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Lyl has made a new friend out of someone she would have normally distrusted- a man.
The way she grew up and the experience with the King had skewed Lyl's opinion of all males. Henri and Munchin have started redeeming men in Lyl's mind. Despite Demiene's actions, Lyl has still had it engrained in her system that men are the overbearing, harsh, cruel, selfish creatures since a toddler. She is finally learning as an adult that things are not so black and white, and that there are good and bad of both genders.
She's also gained a glimpse of what love looks like; real love, which is devoted, more than obsessed.
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Lyl is starting to realize what legacy means, and how much it can shelter you to gain the protection of it. Lyl doesn't actually deserve to be second in line to a throne, or welcomed into another people than she was born to. She does understand the treasure it is to be her adopted mother's daughter, though, the more she gains from being so.
Her mother lived a life worth living, a life filled with goodness, strength, dignity, and honor. Even though she died on a mountain with none of her friends, Ties still lived until then in such a way that her friends became her children's. She gave of herself for the future to be brighter.
Lyl didn't know Ties when she became adopted. She only knew that she admired the woman and wished she had been her daughter. She is now coming to realize the weight of acceptance from Tindra that she was so readily made daughter of such a woman as Ties.
And if she, the adopted child, gets to benefit from their mother's legacy, she has no right to deny her brother, born of her womb.
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