Fallen Embers by Lauri J Owen.

FALLEN EMBERS

It is like walking to a sea shore, admiring the waves and you are plunged clothes and all into the middle of it. You take few startled gulps wondering how the hell that happened and you suddenly know you have to swim or sink. Half of your mind is still searching for the beginning of the story but what the hell you are in page fifty. How did you get there? If you knew how you fell in , you might have an answer.

FALLEN EMBERS one hell of a story and finished reading, limbs strained, eyes heavy, dinner cold and back hurting and you are still hungry for more, I am still trying to understand. My confusion is simple, I am African so I know about the elements, the cycles and how we used them but a love affair of the elements, or shifters? Africans don’t find that odd but I found the almost scientific explanations interesting. I watched my dog warily after the first hundred pages had been devoured. I must congratulate Lauri. I was not so sure I was going to finish it but the darned book like Laszlo wouldn’t let go. Not even when I was sleepy. Kiera held my fire and fed it lovingly, slowly until the final gasping end. I loved Kiera, the strength of character she was given and of course like in all steamy romances Laszlo had me panting and in love with him before Kiera did.

I would have preferred to know the means of the sudden transportation or teleportation. Did Kiera willingly lose her desire for home because she never had one?. Some mysteries were never resolved. Was the curse of the tattoo ever lifted? What was the link between Hunter Daniels and Alex and the mystery was never fully explained. I would like to know if Lauri started a mystery and changed her mind half way to the story and wrote a romance instead. I came away asking some urgent questions, what was this a love affair, romance, adventure or dabble in magic?

At the end of the story I would wish to commend her for a fast paced story that held my attention and kept me reading which is the most endearing aspect of my read. I found my curiosity pricked enough to want to continue reading. I also wanted more, maybe that will satisfy the rationale for a sequel.

FALLEN EMBERS is good read any season and quite exciting.

I would recommend it for any age above sixteen.

MELODIES OF A BLACK CHANT

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5.0 out of 5 stars The Beauty of Words August 18, 2012

By Barley Bree

Biola Olatunde's name even sounds like music. No wonder she can create a symphony with words. Those same words paint pictures more vivid than any photograph. As a teacher of music, and a fan of Biola Olatunde, I was excited to see her newest, published effort; Melodies of a Black Chant. Anyone who has had the privilege to read her work will know what I mean. Those who have not yet taken a most special journey to Africa should begin with the passage of beautiful poems.

The love that Biola Olatunde has for her country is obvious in her work. We, the readers are made privy to a country that has always been shrouded in mystery like the mist rising off its tepid waters. Biola's collection of poems takes us into the beauty of every day African life and gives a sense of the deep and lasting connection that runs between us all.

No one will be disappointed by this special journey.

 A sea of pictures August 19, 2012

By Skip454

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The sea of pictures her words bring forth about her culture.
The life and death struggles of her people is poignant and focused in her poetry.
She brings forth the mysteries of Africa's way of life as only one who is there can.

Sample poem

he listened

as the men laughed

and preened

about their romantic successes

he went to the ancient one

for a love potion

that will bring

to his bed

his own love

seven red necked lizards

soaked in its own oils

with a ring

in the soil for seven nights

an assured night of passion

was promised

walking the village path

one moonlit night

he tapped a succulent waist

and led her

to his bed

the dawn broke warm and golden

he turned to see

his catch

she smiled

her teeth by dozen more than

the required number

and her laugh

was like a

horse in labour.