Dateline: Alma Alexander
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In my latest book, I am telling the stories of Superheroes Third Class, the ordinary human beings who lived unexceptional lives right until the moment that they discovered they had a gift — an ability to shift time, or see hidden truths, or calm storms, or hear music as yet unwritten. #superheroes #superheroes3rdclass #fantasy
are you doing? Who are you?” “I am Flame,” said the other, and his eyes shown with hatred and madness, by something broken, driven beyond endurance. “Humans asked for this. THEY ASKED. They didn’t care. Now they will care. They will remember. If they live, they will remember.” #AustraliaBurning #climatechange #fire
"So, I started reading the book and that’s when the sadness came. Here in my hands was a book about sisterhood, a mirror reflecting the deep friendships I’ve had with several women, including the teenager I made my mother take into our home as my foster sister… your book helped me remember and understand that."
One character sat on my bed at night kicking the side of the bed with his heel rhythmically and sullenly for hours so that I couldn’t get to sleep at all, and kept insisting, “I didn’t SAY that.” I fixed it according to his fiat. And dammit I hate it when they are right. --Alma Alexander | Duchess of Fantasy
I met Max at a wildlife sanctuary called Wolf Experience. He was huge, a solid mass of muscle and very dense and oddly coarse fur and the golden eyes, He tried to eat my braid. At one point, his mouth opened without warning and a wet sloppy tongue landed squarely on my nose, and the wolf washed my face thoroughly for a moment. My expression was pure surprise. A wolf had kissed me. A wolf had KISSED me.