When you finally receive a wrong number text and can fulfill your lifelong trolling dreams.

Hi Word Nerds! Check out my composition of Celaena’s song from Throne of Glass! :)

They say the red sun marks death, signals blood shed beneath the light of his brother’s and sisters in the passing darkness. It could be so—I am not a seer, nor a wise woman, nor a prophetess to speak about such signs and omens. I was there in the great fires of the North Fields, when the walls of flame burnt crops and trees and flesh alike. I was there when the great clouds of ash went up, smothering all light and hope. It’s ash that makes the sun red, that makes the earth glow deep orange, like rust poisoning the integrity of the air, making it dull and lifeless. It’s ash that keeps the earth still burning long after the flames have gone out. It’s ash that coats our lungs in its filth even a hundred miles from the wall of fire. They say the red sun marks death, signals blood shed. They never talk about the ash. But I was there when the walls of flame exploded in the north. I was there when ash covered the sky for miles. Ash is the retribution. 

Hi fellow book nerds! I had a thought this morning that we should write some awesome shit. Most of my followers are fandom people like myself (and that is wonderful), but if you are anything like me, part of the reason you love to read stories is because you also like to tell stories. So I was thinking of creating a weekly writing prompt for us to do (could be fanfiction, could be something completely original). Who's in?

Tag them #wordnerdprompt so we can check each other's out!

Don’t Wake Me Up, Victoria Carbol (x)

Oh I read The Darkest Powers, but I can’t remember if they were in Canada as well? Thanks for the suggestion :)