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Currently #ampitching my adult fantasy novel featuring:
✨a disabled ex-magician desperate to regain her magic
😈the dark magician who stole it from her
👩🏻🎓a magical university
💔a torturously slow-burn romance
🚪a spell that creates new worlds
🐉a catastrophic demon war
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In the 1928 Olympics, Australian rower Henry Pearce, stopped during a race to let a family of ducks cross his path. He went on to win gold.
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If I was the protagonist in a fantasy novel I simply would not be deceived by the sexy dark lord posing as my mentor
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Why is there a B in 'humble', but not 'humility'?
This month's post discusses another concept for the etymologist's toolkit, looking at why some English words have gained an internal consonant over time – as in 'powder', 'tender', 'chamber' and many more.
dannybate.com/2024/04/17/hum…
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The first mistake the girl made was to love — but could you, intrepid reader, have done better?
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people assume that the purpose of having a job is to become rich enough to own a yacht but the purpose of a job is to buy a little bookcase for your little books
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Helena Bibowa, the oldest and only surviving native speaker of a tiny language called Wymysiöeryś is turning 102 today.
In honor of that, let me take you along on the story of Wymysiöeryś.
It's of death and resurrection, and a hefty deal of random, but I promise it's a happy one.
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Last January, I noticed something peculiar in my 2yo’s bedroom that - after a year of obsessive reporting - led me to a profound cosmic revelation about what’s even possible in our universe. A 🧵.
ALT The moon with a rocket landed in its eye. The most iconic shot of 1902 sci-fi film Le Voyage Dans La Lune.
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A 9th Century Old Irish Poem about being safe from Vikings, read in Old Irish (with reconstructed pronunciation) and in Modern English Translation.
This short piece was written by a monk in the margin of an Irish manuscript of Priscian's Institutiones grammaticae. The poem's author welcomes a stormy night free from the risk of attacking Vikings, and supplies us with our earliest attestation of the Irish name for Scandinavia.