There are some words that many people have trouble with. I know there are some that I need to think about, so I decided it might be a good idea to do a series of posts of some of these words.. I hope it helps you with your spelling.
Absence: not Absense.
Accommodate: two cs and 2 ms.
Acquainted: It has a c and a qu.
A lot: not alot (It appears Alot is a town in India!)
Analysis: not analisis.
Beginning: Two ns.
Business: not busness (or even bisness.)
Ceiling: not celing, (or sealing, which is stopping hole.)
Committed: Two ms, two ts
Committee: two ms, two ts and two es.
I hope this helps you. Look out for more next month.
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The magician performed in the square for several days. Each day, Carthinal went and watched. By the prickling sensation, he quickly learned which of the man’s tricks were real magic and which sleight of hand.
Wren went with him the first couple of times, then she said, “Why do you keep on going back? It’s the same show every day.”
Carthinal shrugged, “I’m unsure myself, Wren. I’m fascinated by his magic. His real magic, that is, not that other stuff.”
After watching a number of times, Carthinal thought he could remember the words and hand movements the magician made when he conjured the small flame on his finger. He decided to try it out, but not in the Gang’s Headquarters.
He walked around the area until he came to a back street, Sitting on a doorstep, he began to mutter the words and copy what he thought were the hand movements. Nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. After a few attempts, he gave up.
The next day, he was again standing in the square watching. He thought he noticed a few things he’d got wrong, and he went to practise again, in the same back street.
He practised for a week. By then the magician had left the area. One day, sitting on the step, he wondered why he did this. The man he had been copying had gone, so he could not refresh his memory. He sat there, head in his hands, trying to picture exactly what the magician had said and done.
I’ll try one more time. If it doesn’t work, I’ll give up.
He chanted in a slightly different way. His skin began to prickle and he felt a sensation deep within his stomach. A tiny flame appeared on his index finger, then quickly vanished.
The young man leaped up and yelled. “Yeah I did it!”
He ran all the way back to headquarters and burst in shouting “Wren, Wren, I did it.”
“Calm down. Did what?”
“Made magic. I got a little flame on my finger.”
Wren shrugged. “So what? How’s that going to help with anything.”
Carthinal took her by her shoulders. “Don’t you see. I can do magic. Perhaps if I practice I can learn more and then go and perform like that magician. We could be rich.”
“Who’s goin’ ter be rich?” Cat was just passing.
“Cat, I managed to do some magic. Real magic.”
Cat laughed. “You think ’cos yer did a little trick yer can become a real mage? Dream on, Fox, but keep ’em for sleep-time.”
Carthinal shook his head, but determined to keep on practising. Apart from the pride in learning to do it all on his own, when he had succeeded, the physical sensations it gave him were enough to make him continue.
Each morning, the young man went to the same back street and chanted and wove his hands around. Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed, but he did not give up. Eventually, he could keep the flame going for several minutes.
One say, as he tried to make the flame walk from one finger to another, he became aware of a shadow falling over him. Quickly, he extinguished his little flame and sprang to his feet.
“Steady, lad,” a voice said. “How did you learn to do that?”
Carthinal scowled at the man. “Why should I tell you? Who are you, and how did you find me?”
“My name’s Mabryl. I’m an archmage and I felt a disturbance in the mana, so I tracked it here.”
At the sound of ‘archmage’, Carthinal pricked up his ears.
“Archmage? You’re important, then. So why’ve you tracked me down?”
“One simple reason. Hardly anyone can learn to do magic of any kind on their own. What made you try?”
“I watched the magician in the square on Grillon’s day and during that week. I copied what he said and did,”
“Impressive. How did you know what to copy? In other words, how did you know what was real magic and what wasn’t?”
“I felt it. It was like a tingling all over my skin.”
“Young man, you have a talent for magic, but you need training. First, although you’ve managed to get this far on your own, that’s only a very simple spell. One we use to teach apprentices at the beginning. It’s called a cantrip. More importantly, though, is the fact that magic can be very dangerous in untrained hands, both to yourself and those around you.”
Carthinal looked into Archmage Mabryl’s eyes. “What are you saying? I should stop?”
“Not at all. You have a tremendous talent. I would like to train you.”
“No. I’ll not fall for that. You know who I am and want to lure me to your home so you can hand me over to the guards”
Mabryl laughed a soft laugh. “That would be such a waste of talent. Anyway, who are you that I’d want to hand you over? What have you done that the guards would be interested in?”
Carthinal looked down and shuffled his feet. “Nothing. At least nothing you need to know. I have to go.”
As he turned to leave the street, Mabryl said, “I live on Grindlehoff Street. Number forty three. Come there if you change your mind. I hope you do. Your talent will be wasted if not, and you could cause great danger to everyone around.”
When he got back to the headquarters he searched out Wren. He told her all that had happened.
“What did you say?”
“That he could go away and leave me alone. That I’m not interested. He’s only trying to tempt me so I’ll lead him to the rest of you.”
That night, Wren propped herself up on her elbow on the bed they shared. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Not too hard. I hope.” Carthinal yawned and turned to face her.
“About that man, Mabryl was it?”
“What about him?”
“If you went there and learned to be a proper mage, you could be a help to the Gang.”
“Suppose you could use magic to help people not notice us when we pick their pockets? Then perhaps you could make Cat invisible when he goes buglaring so no one sees him. Then you could use it when we fight other gangs. We’d be able to take over all the others.”
“Mmm. Perhaps. I’ll think about it.” He turned over and went to sleep.
Will Carthinal accept Mabryl’s offer and go to his house to become his apprentice, or will he stay with The Beasts? The relative security and friendship he knows or an unknown life are his choices. Read the next episode on the first Tuesday of December to find outwhich he chooses.
Find out more about Carthinal by reading The Woves of Vimar series. The first three books can be got from Amazon.
A serial killer roams the streets of Brighton, hunting for his next victim. When the case lands on detective David Mallory’s desk, will his personal demon prevent him from bringing this vicious monster to justice? As the body count rises, Mallory finds himself sinking under the weight of his heavy secret – one that could jeopardise his job and his reputation. With the pressure building, can the troubled detective reconcile his issues and solve the case before more women die?
Overview. This is an excellent story that kept me reading, wanting to know what happens next.
The plot deals with two detectives trying to solve a series of murders in Brighton, England. But this is not all. Both David and Anna have their own individual problems to solve, and what these are remain a mystery until around half-way through the book. From then on, we follow them in their attempts to resolve both their individual personal problems and find the murderer.
The plot moves at a good pace, keeping the reader’s interest throughout.
The main characters of David and Anna are drawn well. They are likeable, but with believable flaws. They develop nicely throughout the book.
Sadly, this is where the book falls down. There are numerous editing errors in the text. Although this sometimes makes me not want to finish a book, the story here is strong enough that my desire to know what happens overcame my irritation at the mistakes. There are also a few plot holes. As a result of this, I have only given it 4 stars.
Today, and for the next 5 days, Book 2 of The Wolves of Vimar series, The Never-Dying Man, will be available for a mere $0.99, £0.99. If you got The Wolf Pack in the last offer, take the opportunity to get Book 2 now. Click on this link to go to Amazon where you are. http://myBook.to/TheNeverDyingMan If you missed The Wolf Pack, you can get it from Amazon using this link. http://myBook.to/TheWolfPack
Here’s a bit about The Never-Dying Man
After finding Sauvern’s Sword, the companions set off to help a friend rescue his child from kidnappers. Instead, they stray into Erian and find preparations for war. They are drafted into the Erian army but are recognized by an old enemy, who arrests some of them and takes them to Frelli, the capital of Erian, where they are put in jail.
The Master of Erian frees them and offers them work. Meanwhile, Carthinal has to face some unpleasant truths about himself. Is his desire to further his magical career more important than his friends and country? After they discover terrible truths about the Master and his magical research, they will need to escape in order to tell the leaders of Grosmer about the plans for war.
I am excited to welcome Jaye Marie as part of the blog tour for her new book, Silent Payback. I have been reading her blog for quite some time now, and so it is an honour to welcome her to mine.
Good to have you here, Jaye.
I hear your friends have a nickname for you. Would you like to share it with us?
*Laughs* Yes. My friends often call me the Giant Redwood because I am very tall, just like the tree.
That’s not the only reason, though, is it?
No. I am very fond of trees and the outdoors. I have quite a large bonsai collection and like to spend my afternoons repotting and generally tending to them.
But you obviously don’t spend all your time with your trees.You must go in to write sometimes.
Yes. It’s usually my love for detective mysteries that sends me back indoors.
Have you written any other detective novels?
Yes. In fact, Silent Payback is my fourth book.
Would you tell us the titles of the others?
Yes., certainly. My first book is called Nine Lives, then there are Out of Time and Crossfire. They are all in the detective mystery genre.
What do you do when you aren’t tending your bonsai or writing?
Currently I’m learning all I can about self-publishing. There are a lot of obstacles associated with it, but I’m determined not to give up. *laughs* Some people say I’m as stubborn as a mule when I start doing something difficult, and refuse to give up.
I have recently returned from a holiday in Greece. While there, I visited Ancient Corinth. (Well worth a visit, especially if you are a Christian. You can see the very place where St Paul was tried for preaching Christianity.)
There is a small museum there where they show some of the things they unearthed while excavating the site. Amongst them were some mosaics from Roman villa floors. They are beautiful, and I thought I’d share them with you. I thought it pertinent at the moment because of the pre-order of Vengeance of a Slave. Adelbehrt, the slave of the title, is taken to a Roman villa where there would have been similar mosaics decorating the floors.
These pictures should give an idea of the beauty of the floors in the Roman villas.
Vengeance of a Slave is now on pre-order. You can order it from Amazon by clicking here. It is due to be released on December 26th. If you would like to have a pre-order copy so you can review it as soon as it is released, please contact me on email@example.com
I can provide pdf, mobi or epub, but not ‘real’ books as it has not been released yet.
I will be delighted to receive any comments in the comments box.
Adelbhert is only six years old when he is forced to watch his father and other men from his village being crucified in revenge for an attack on the Roman city of Mogontiacum.
Then he and his little sister are taken as slaves. They are sold to a merchant who takes them to the distant and mysterious island of Britannia. Here he is treated like a pet until he grows up and is no longer a pretty child.
His experiences make him hate the Romans and he resolves to escape one day and have revenge. but his hatred is eating away at his soul.
Will he get the chance to escape, and if so, can he remain free? And how can one young man take on the might of the Roman Army and win?
I’ve just read an article suggesting that meat-eating should be made illegal and a new crime of ecocide be put on the UN books.
Now, I’m not against that. The rearing of meat, especially in intensive conditions, no doubt does impact greatly on the environment. Not only on climate change, either.
These intensive farms are purely for economic reasons. The owners can argue all they like about how they aren’t impacting the welfare of the animals, but I saw, last night, a programme that mentioned the rising cost of pork in China. It showed a clip of pigs in what was described, in the case of veal, as crates. The animals would be able to lie and stand, but not turn around. Each crate housed only 1 animal.
Quite apart from the cruelty of this, surely in such intensive conditions, disease must be much easier to transmit. This will mean an increase in the use of antibiotics to alleviate this