It all began because of a war. Dividing clans and tribes and planets and time. This is all very Romeo & Juliet but lasts much longer with a much greater adventure. The “Romeo” in this story is Marko, and “Juliet” is Alana. They are of separate species. Alana was standing guard as Marko was imprisoned. Because of a book, it inspired them to run away together. And thus begins the real story.
The whole thing is narrated by their little girl, Hazel. She is a “half-breed”, and everybody is out to find her; for good or for bad reasons. It’s evident that with everything her parents know and how much they love her, they aren’t going to give her up too easily.
It is officially the half-way point of 2017, and although I had fully intended to read 50 books this year, it does not seem to want to happen. This coming weekend is Canada Day and I will be introducing my beau to the family while we camp in middle-of-nowhere, Alberta. It’s exciting, and I’m hoping to finish a book or two whilst sitting by the fire (that’ll help my numbers… right?). Ultimately, I don’t necessarily care about my stats. I do, however, care about my contribution to the book blogosphere – we still call it that, right? I am heading back to class July 4th, to do a couple of courses in hopes of getting myself back on track to finish my BA on time. That is about it… I think. I may have an idea for a conversation post, I just have to research and compile and all that jazz before I can really figure out if it’s worth publishing. I think it’ll be interesting, but some of you might not think so, and those of you who have experience in what I might be looking for in regards to information, keep an eye out on my Twitter handle, @TaintedVampyre, and maybe you’ll be a contributing asset to this piece.
It's very difficult to form a true conclusion as to the real identity of the individual known as Leah Smith for she is an enigma amongst humans. A tiny, canvas shoe wearing mystery who constantly eludes those trying to study her. Here's what we know to be fact, born in the late eighties (possibly) in London, under, most likely, a cloud of polution. How she ended up in Somerset remains to be seen, but end up there she did, whispering to cats, prancing about fields and fighting crime in the dead of night under the guise of 'KittenGirl.' All other information is mere sepculation, all we know for certain is that she walks among us and one day, may even save your life.