Books & Authors - February 2007

Havi peered out from behind a large Bristletow tree towards the large pit. Dry leaves crunched softly under his small paws as he came out from behind the tree and approached the clearing where the wide pit marred the forest floor. Mounds of grass sprung up around the edges of the pit where the earth had been disturbed and a few thin branches poked out from its depths. The pit was wide, taking up most of the clearing, and seemed to swallow the sunlight that pored through a break in the dense forest canopy.

Havi moved forward slowly on trembling legs. His small arms wrapped around his body in a protective manner and his head moved from side to side as he checked for any signs of danger. Thick grey fur covered his entire body and the triangular ears that perched atop his head spun about independently of one another like those of a dog. His appearance most closely resembled some strange mixture of lamb and dog although he walked on his hind legs quite naturally. He was small, a little more than two feet in height and so naturally frightened by the sound of a large creature's labored breathing that emanated from the pit.

He approached the pit despite his fear, his curiosity getting the better of him. He reasoned that anything that had fallen into such a pit would have escaped already if it was able to. He did not imagine any danger in just peering over the edge. This basic need to investigate was a product of his overactive imagination, which had landed him in more than his fair share of trouble. Curiosity demanded that he look to see what manner of beast had fallen into the hole.

Havi dropped down on all fours and crawled towards the edge. He peered down into the depths through a tangle of twisted branches and saw a large wolf laying on its side. It had reddish brown fur and long legs. Its scraggly mane was soaked in mud and dead leaves were strewn over its prostrate form. It was nearly eight feet in length from head to tail and obviously injured, the only movement was the rising and falling of its chest as it strained for breath.

"Take a good look." Said the wolf. His harsh voice pronounced each word slowly.

Havi leapt back away from the edge shocked that the wolf could speak. He had heard stories of talking wolves but never imagined encountering one on this side of the Tressle Ridge mountains. In the forests that spread across the base of the mountains there were very few wolves. In the stories the talking wolves never crossed the mountains. Havi had always counted this as a blessing since talking wolves were said to be far more cunning and dangerous that ordinary wolves. No one from his village had ever seen a talking wolf and so his curiosity took control again and he peeked over the side.

"Have you come to watch me die?" Asked the wolf.

"No." Said Havi. He saw that the wolf's hind quarters were impaled on one of many sharp stakes that lined the bottom of the treacherous pit.

"So you are merely curious then. Well, now you have seen the Big Bad Wolf in all his glory." Snarled the wolf with biting sarcasm. "Go away lamb-dog."

"My name is Havi and I am not a lamb-dog." He told the wolf as he edged along the side of the pit.

"I am a Moffet." He said proudly with growing confidence. He continued crawling along the edge so he could get a better look.

"You are a lamb-dog." Said the wolf who rested his head against the ground and closed his eyes. His hind quarters were covered in dry blood and his fur was matted and filthy. He had been in the hole for two days waiting to die.

"How did you fall?" Asked Havi.

The wolf opened its eyes again and shifted its weight with its front paws. The movement irritated its wound and its body convulsed with pain and than slumped back to the ground.

"I fell through the branches that were laying over this hole." Said the wolf.

"Couldn't you see that it was a trap."

"You mock me!" Snarled the wolf. "Why should I bother explaining myself to a stupid lamb-dog."

"I am not the one who fell into the trap." Said Havi. "I am not the stupid one."

"You are lucky lamb-dog. If I could move I would tear out your throat."

Havi became distracted by the conversation and careless as a result. The ground gave way beneath him. He tried to hold onto to the edge but the soft grass and loose soil crumbled under his weight. He fell into the pit. He slid down the curved wall into the muddy bottom ending up just a few feet from the mouth of the wolf.

The wolf's yellow eyes came to life and its face twisted in a viscous snarl as Havi tried to scramble to his feet. Despite the severity of its wounds, the wolf lunged forward, nearly tearing itself free of the impaling stake. Blood pored from the reopened wound as the wolf struggled to reach Havi with its snapping jaws.

Havi tried desperately to climb up one of the branches that rested against the top of the pit. The rotten wood snapped and he fell, barely missing a sharp spike. Leaves stuck to his muddy fur and twigs poked him as he scrambled away from the crazed wolf. His mind struggled for a solution through a flood of panic and terror.

The wolf had sealed its own fate as blood now coursed from its terrible wound. It was consumed by a need to kill. Its only desire: to steal away the life of the unfortunate Havi. Its last act would be utterly futile yet it strained with all its might, tearing at the fatal wound.

Havi screamed as he tried franticly to climb out. His hands came away with dirt and found no purchase along the soft walls of the pit. He looked back to see that the wolf was nearly free of the stake.

He could picture the moment when the wolf would free itself and lunge for him. He would be torn to shreds and die in this filthy pit. He would die here with the wolf and later his family would find them both. They would know what happened here. They would bare witness to his painful and humiliating death.

"Yes!" Cried the wolf. It had finally managed to tear itself from the stake. It came forward with an awkward lunge, limping as it dragged one mangled leg behind it.

There was nowhere for Havi to hide. He reached down and picked up a small branch pointing it at the wolf. He swung the branch desperately, trying to keep the beast at a distance. He was shaking with fright and tripped over a stone as he stepped backwards. The branch slipped from his small fingers as he landed in the mud and the wolf was upon him.

2007-02-26 20:44:04 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Any ideas that would be easy to make

2007-02-26 20:43:43 · 27 answers · asked by Anonymous

you written safely and effectively(with no knowledge whatsoever about how to do that the business side of it that iscan anyone help id really appreciate it

2007-02-26 20:42:10 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm looking for a poem to give to a friend to offer words of consolation and hope, or maybe a laugh too. He has had a bad year, splitting up from his fiancée, health and family problems etc. What poems made you laugh, cry, rage and generally feel better?

2007-02-26 20:30:07 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

Prompt: Follow Montag's ideological progression. How does it relate to Plato’s Allegory of the Cave?

Thesis Statement: Throughout Montag’s journey in a search of the truth, Bradbury demonstrates Plato’s Allegory of the Cave to reflect how the society is conformed as similar to the Cave.

Are they related to each other? Can you check my grammar also.
THANK YOU

2007-02-26 20:25:04 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

What did you think about when you read about all the things that she did and said. i cry every time i read it and i am going on my 6th time reading it. please tell me your thoughts about how you felt, thought, and said when you finished this book.

2007-02-26 20:21:38 · 10 answers · asked by Mrs. J 1

overused, and dwarves for the same reasons.So, I have created an all new race and would like your opinion about it. The name of my race is the Electi, and their country is named Electa. Their language is pretty much Latin and they are a very peaceful, moral people as a whole. Their government is, in a nutshell, a combination of a republic and a monarchy. There is a council of people-elected men and women that speak on behalf of the people. This council also acts as a group of advisors for the monarch. The monarch takes heed the words of the advisors, but he has the final decision in any matter that affects the country. They have no class system, other than the difference between royalty and commoner. Their appearence is, on average, 6 feet with blue hair and red eyes. They live to be around 200 years old, and are much more physically capable than humans. They are a dying race, and most of those alive are slaves to humans. They find honor extremely important. There is no room left now

2007-02-26 20:13:23 · 8 answers · asked by Joshua M 1

sorry for the confusion, i posted chapter 2 instead of chapter one. i was inspired to do this by the guy who posted his story about the 2 girls and the spider. it is a 2nd (but not final) draft, and i would appreciate any comments, good or bad.

Sunsets in the compound were minimal and efficient. Dusk was only a vague feeling of the onset of evening, and the transition itself was almost instant. The floor light shuts down with a dull mechanical click leaving only a residual image of the room burned on to my retinas and the fleeting echo of the switch in my ears, until those too, or my memory of them, evaporated into the darkness. When everything else is absent, the mind will seize hold of any form of routine change and attempt to ceremonialize it. The dawns and dusks of my days were the only signs that I was alive; the only changing variables amidst a life of constants and pemanence.

2007-02-26 20:09:58 · 6 answers · asked by tainantsy 2

I was recently asked to illustrate a children's book written by a family friend. It is the first publication that I will be doing, and I am not at all sure of pricing. I don't want it to be an outrageous price, as I am just getting started, but I don't know if I can ask for x amount of dollars up front and a percentage of royalties and merchandising, or how most of this stuff works. If anybody can help, please let me know. Thanks

2007-02-26 19:21:41 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

I hope no one steals it!

2007-02-26 19:20:47 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous

I want to publish a story but to do that i need an agent to make it easier so I want to know what to write to the agency.

2007-02-26 19:11:47 · 5 answers · asked by Fantasy Dreamer 2

a website or story by someone who got away with the perfect crime?

2007-02-26 19:09:46 · 5 answers · asked by onemark1966 2

I get a strange urge to write something, but then when I try I find I really have nothing to write about. I don't like to write stories, or to keep a journal.

Does this happen to anyone else, and what could I write about?

2007-02-26 18:40:27 · 5 answers · asked by Doug 2

One of my favorite bands sings a song that references to it, so I looked it up with these results. I never, ever read poetry, so if someone could explain what this means, that would be awseome.

Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams

If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,—
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,—
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

2007-02-26 18:36:00 · 3 answers · asked by Doug 2

2007-02-26 18:25:01 · 13 answers · asked by Taylah F 1

2007-02-26 18:14:34 · 6 answers · asked by Snowman 1

I read this years ago in high school and I have been thinking about it alot lately, I want to know from you what you think the metamorphosis represents, how did you reach your conclusion, with your analytical mind, or do you feel you identify with Samsa with a situation of your own?

2007-02-26 18:13:18 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous

At the end of the short story, "Desiree's Baby", we find out that Armand is mulatto when he reads the letter that was from his mother to his father.

Did Armand already know that he was half black and used Desiree's ignorance of her heritage and background as an advantage to place the race of slavery on her...

or

Did he stumble upon this letter and just find out that he was part black?

2007-02-26 18:11:05 · 1 answers · asked by Logan 2

Owner of the house is a rich lady who’s past husbands all died mysteriously and always left her a big amount of cash and stuff.Sylvia is hired to housekeep for her and she finds the house this brand new modern looking house with the latest tech, alarm systems etc. She is excited and starts planning a party.Shes is calling her best friend when a book on the shelf catches her eye suddenly. For some reason she picks up that book and turns directly to page 666 and finds out that the land that the neighborhood is built on was once a medieval time village, famous for its witches, serial killers and deranged maniacs from the mental asylum. The house itself is built on the graveyard that the convicted serial killers were buried on.
And right after she closes the book, she hears this noise in the kitchen. she thinks its maries daughter who she presumed was sleeping the entire time. But when she goes to check no one is there and there are no signs of anyone ever being in that room...

2007-02-26 18:01:39 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-02-26 17:57:59 · 7 answers · asked by scw2110 2

Has anyone read the booka nd watched the (recent) movie, (or seen it on broadway???


Can you say which one was better, and why, and maybe a few minor differences, but dont give away too much of the plot!
Thanks.

2007-02-26 17:43:46 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

This is for an essay I have to write. Any answers would be appreciated.

2007-02-26 17:41:43 · 1 answers · asked by Principessa 5

pgs 49-71
1.WHAT PRESENT DID MARY WARREN GIVE TO ELIZABETH PROCTOR?
2 WHAT DOES ELIZABETH PROCTOR SAY ABOUT THE 2 WOMEN (GOODY OSBURN & GOODY GOOD)
3 WHY DID ELIZABETH PROCTOR ASK JOHN TO SPEAK TO ABIGAIL AFTER SHE LEARNED SHE HAD BEEN AS A WITCH?
4.HOW DID JOHN PROCTOR ANSWER REV.HALE WHEN QUESTIONED ABOUT HIS LACK OF CHURCH ATTENDANCE?

2007-02-26 17:41:36 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Besides Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Anne Rice, what are some other good horror writers?

2007-02-26 17:37:54 · 10 answers · asked by xlostiniowax 1

2007-02-26 17:31:48 · 26 answers · asked by M B 1

Laura Bohannan, the author of "Shakespeare in the Bush", states that there are no eternal truths in literature because of cultural/religious misunderstandings.

2007-02-26 17:29:16 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

best sellers I think, author HE had black hair, youngish,new hard cover between 1993 & 1998 at Ellis Library,Monroe MI.- It starts out a man & snob woman on their way somewhere walking discover hurt woman on sidewalk. Woman wants to leave her man refuses & waits for help.Later man sees again caught up in/helping she recieves a phone call from disconnected ph. in abandon building LATER Still A CAT person- tells this man the lady he helped needs his help again please follow him...he does...cat person leads him this way down that way over that right this way up & back down this & that ect. upon arrival guy wonders why they didn't just walk over& open the door.but when they enter the shop it's instead an ALTERNATE REALITY all kinds in a flee market or bazar.later assins after lady.end of book man helps save the day LADY is ruler, he decides he can't live there ,cat opens door out solid brick wall time passes misses her and place
goes to brick wallPounding letMeInCatOpensSaysWhatTookSoLong

2007-02-26 17:24:55 · 2 answers · asked by marysaulgreen 1

I don't know what was in the book that would cause it to be banned

2007-02-26 17:10:05 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-02-26 17:06:53 · 2 answers · asked by deb 1

I'm looking for someone unique whos poems are very interesting. I'm looking for a poet who writes poems other than love.

2007-02-26 17:00:38 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous