Laura Laakso

The structure of the house is suffused with the simple joys of ordinary days. Even funerals have added to the mix of emotions, celebrating love that endures until death and beyond. All who have lived there have felt safe and loved, protected by the House of Leaves.

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There are worse places for a morning writing session.

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Our recollections stretch further back, and in the oldest dreams, we hunted aurochs, giant deer, and mammoths. We shared land with cave bears, cave lions, and sabre-toothed cats, never begrudging the other predators, for they were as much a part of nature as we were.

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The creative struggle and the associated control issues are real.

Also, don't sell your art short!!

The wrong notebooks is interfering with my creative process. 🫩

You know you're a writer when you thumb through a stack of blank notebooks and get annoyed because you can't find the perfect one for writing poetry.

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Eion took in the view, from the red rocks at his feet to the mountains in the horizon. This had been his first home, though he’d had others during his nomadic life. Now he saw it all anew, confident in the knowledge that he would never set eyes on his home again.

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'Now only the four of us are left of a tradition that dates back over a thousand years. I suspect the time will soon come when it fades into nothing but mouldering newspaper clippings and a server somewhere in the cloud that no one recalls how to access.’

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Karrion grins. ‘Maybe Obeajulu can read our fortunes again. You’re sorely lacking in many husbands and handsome riches.’

‘Which makes sense, given that he never promised me any.’

Although I keep my tone light, I shudder at the thought of the mirror of unseen things.

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‘I’m starving,’ Karrion says.

‘Didn’t you just polish off half the cakes and biscuits at our client meeting?’ I ask.

‘Doesn’t mean I don’t need food now. The curious case of the missing pencil case didn’t leave me much time for breakfast.'

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Good morning #1LineWed players!

Your final theme for the month is NOW or NEVER. Thank you for indulging me and for sharing your lines.

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Thank you!

Woman of the woods, man of the sea, never should they meet. Yet a chance encounter entwined together their destinies. But how can a #selkie survive under the boughs, or a leaf maiden beneath the waves?

Their love was fated to become a great tragedy.

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‘Do you think of them often?’ Hugh asked, nodding towards the file before him. ‘The two wars, I mean?’

‘Never,’ Will said, staring past Hugh with unseen eyes. ‘I knew that if I allowed my thoughts to stray here, I’d be lost in the trenches forever.’

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‘Do you think it’s true?’ asks Karrion. ‘That Agnostos and Aoife shared a soul split in two?’

I shrug. ‘Isn’t that what falling in love feels like? Aren’t most people convinced they’ve found the one person they were born to love forever? The person who completes them?’

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Good morning #1LineWed crowds!

Your theme for this week is FOREVER. In love, young, enemies? All up to you.

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Hugh woke up to an arm draped across his chest and a solid warmth against his back. For the first few seconds, it was an unexpected sensation, but then he relaxed into Will’s embrace.

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‘Rumour has it something very powerful visited Old London,’ Thaylor says. ‘Most people drifted off into a daydream, waking up none the wiser about what had transpired. Some of us felt the passing of icy power, while the Feykin in the city became hysterical with terror.'

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Good morning, #1LineWed players!

Did you AWAKE with the sun? Get up and get writing!

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In a whisper, Will had asked him to stay the night, and he’d agreed. They hadn’t spoken as they’d stripped to T-shirts and boxers before sliding between the sheets. Hugh had taken Will into his arms, holding him close while his breathing evened to the cadence of sleep.

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‘You weren’t apprehensive about coming into your powers?’ Lady Bergamon asks.

‘No, never. It was the most natural thing in the world, like waking after a deep sleep to find that you’re connected to every part of yourself in ways you’d never appreciated before.’

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Good morning #1LineWed players!

I'm your host for the month and your theme for today is SLEEP. Are you hitting the snooze button, or suffering from insomnia? Either way, happy writing!

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At the moment, I don't think there's a plan to bring Out for Blood out an audio, though hopefully that will happen at some point in thw future. It will likely depend on how the other audiobooks do.

Enjoy!

If you have the Grammarly plug-in, that slows it right down. But I've always found that big documents get pretty sluggish.

I did Coniston a couple of years ago and the sudden changes of weather were absolutely wild. As much as I'd like to say the views from the top were amazing, I couldn't see much from the snow blowing in my face.

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'I think we can do the #distance,' he said.

'Are you sure? It won't be easy.'

'Let's try.'

The path was rocky. I faltered, he stumbled. It rained, hailed and snowed. We lost our way, found it again. But we did it.

We climbed Old Man Coniston.

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In Old London, Yannia and Karrion investigate a man murdered 60 years ago, who now has walked to the Lake District to die, while the Winter Queen comes to collect the favour Yannia owes her with terrible consequences.

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In a house in the outskirts of Oxford, an ex-con and present sceptic has to contend with a portal that bends the concepts of time and space, leaves that store the messages and memories of countless beings, and a growing attraction with a cursed man.

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The #threads that bind us are skeins of spider silk, tendrils of mist, strands of mermaid's hair. I feel them winding around me, subtle as our magic, strong as the bedrock, frail as hoar frost. They have constrained me my whole life, but one word can set me free:

"No."

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