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So my publishers wanted a set of promotional gear they could use, thus I am attempting to do stuff. I am actually cheating here, this ‘qoute’ is not one that is in KEY — I know — shock horror, slap my wrist — but the one that applies to Citla in KEY is a line long so I figured I’d do the one from ‘Protectors’ that applies to her entire family. 

Because the Harem Family is just awesome, and could have a book written all about them just themselves but noooo, I will resist that, I will resist! 

Citla is an amazing character - there is nothing she won’t do to protect her prince and he is very much ‘her’ prince. It is not just the prince she is protecting though, but the genes, or the ‘song’ he carries, the Starborn bloodline and it is her duty to make sure the Starborn bloodline survives. Citla is very much a character torn between duties, love and promises.

There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 
So now…it is done.The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. We did it.My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 
Now…to clean my house…again :D
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There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 
So now…it is done.The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. We did it.My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 
Now…to clean my house…again :D
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There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 
So now…it is done.The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. We did it.My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 
Now…to clean my house…again :D
ZoomInfo
There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 
So now…it is done.The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. We did it.My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 
Now…to clean my house…again :D
ZoomInfo
There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 
So now…it is done.The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. We did it.My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 
Now…to clean my house…again :D
ZoomInfo
There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 
So now…it is done.The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. We did it.My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 
Now…to clean my house…again :D
ZoomInfo
There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 
So now…it is done.The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. We did it.My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 
Now…to clean my house…again :D
ZoomInfo

There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.


For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together. 

These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!
When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…

I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.

I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be! 

So now…it is done.
The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone. 
We did it.
My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together. 

Now…to clean my house…again :D

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magical girl pitch where instead of the madoka school of thought, where turning into a scary monster witch is seen as the worst possible thing that could happen to a magical girl….

the girls transform into giant monsters to fight and its awesome

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such a cool monster!!!

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS IDEA AND I LOVE THAT MONSTER

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Skyeola and Sami — as Skyeola like’s to call Sam, seriously, Sam has so many names, one for each language XD —

I always have to remember the ages of these two. Everyone else is fine, they’re all in their early 20’s — but Sam and Skye I am always forgetting are really young. At the start of Book 2 Sam is 12 and Skyeola is 14 - by the end of it Sam is 14 and Skyeola 16. 

I think I do a good job making Sam emotionally immature but logically intelligent, due to being a machine. This Sam’s golem for most of Book 2, a female Batitic, though for a time he does switch to a Human boy for a couple chapters, but for the most part, Sam looks like this when he isn’t in Zaprex form.

A Zaprex can only take on a golem that is larger than their Zaprex hull, so they wouldn’t be able to make themselves into a little rock, they’d have to be a rock the size of a Zaprex. So it’s kind of like a Zaprex is a ship, and they’re projecting a solid image around themselves to create the illusion that they look and feel like something entirely different — to escape enemies.  

Continuing couples theme — Zinkx and Shanty.  

I love the winter colors in Book 2. Its like as Pennadot’s Sun fades away, all the colors of Summer and Spring become darker as well and it reflects in the colors of the clothing everyone wears. 

If you where in Pennadot, and happened to see Zinkx and Shanty in the market, the first thing you would notice would be Zinkx walking behind Shanty, or a few steps behind her, even if they were holding hands. In which he is indicating to everyone around them that she is free to choose their direction, she is leading him. The first chapter in Book 2 opens with Zinkx walking behind Shanty and I thought it was a nice thing to show in their culture. 

Been a *long* time since I have scribbled any Yugioh/Stargate — like a loooonnnng time… XD But I have been trying so hard to write Gate of Dawns Rising - cause I need a proper hobby — thus here is some art of our space-y heroes. Cause I was in the mood ^^

Since I seem to be on a theme of couples — here is Chans and Avalon from both Chronicles of the Children and Cities of Gold. 

Not all of the Cities of Gold appear to mimic their creators like Avalon, Avalon appears as a Zaprex out of respect for its creators while some of the other Cities appear as animals, or even Humans, or aliens from very different worlds entirely. 

Avalon is the second eldest City of Gold after the Sphere, Atum-Ra. Avalon was the city of Osiris, hence why it was often referred to as the ‘Gateway to the Sun’ — the Sun being the afterlife in Livila. 

During the Dawn Wars Avalon’s gravity-engines were sabotaged and it fell from the sky, crash landing in Pennadot were it has remained — becoming known as Palace-Town.

Chans was cursed by his father, Zilon, to remain forever within the confines of Palace-Town’s walls under the pain of death so Chans and Avalon can pretty much never be separated. 

It is a lot of fun coming up with all the personalities for the Cities of Gold, each AI has to be unique and there are seven of them. Avalon is very much that elder sibling who becomes the ‘parental figure’ without really feeling up to the job.