By far one of the most dangerous characters in the series. I won’t give out what side he roots for, as there are dangerous and evil people on both sides of the imminent war. But be very careful with this one. His killing power rests more in his mind than in his fists.
The hooded figure in the front stopped feet from the guards and stood silently.
The guards looked between themselves, and finally…
By far one of the most dangerous characters in the Dark Veil series. I won’t give out what side he roots for, as there are dangerous and evil people on both sides of the imminent war. But be very careful with this one. His killing power rests more in his mind than in his fists.
The hooded figure in the front stopped feet from the guards and stood silently.
The guards looked between themselves, and finally the left guard spoke. “Hello gents! Is ‘ere a funeral goin’ on?” He joked.
The hooded figure stood silently. The guards looked between each other with raised eyebrows, but decided to press the matter.
“Oo’s is it?” asked the other guard.
The figure stood silently again. The guards were quite distressed for a couple moments. Then the hooded figure spoke, looking between the two guards. A deep, gravely voice came from under the hood.
“I hath not yet decid’d.”
A trickle of sweat dripped from the left guard’s brow, but he tried to attribute it to the sun. He laughed softly, nervously.
“Wots, ah, wots ‘at supposed ta mean?” the right guard stammered.
Suddenly the hooded figure locked his stare onto the guard who had just spoken. A sharp-toothed smile glimmered under the hood.
“I hath decided,” the figure concluded. “Thine.”
The guards, realizing what he intended, braced themselves with weapons raised.
“A’ight, now,” started the right guard, “‘at’s just about enough o’ your…”
The figure raised his hand and swung it at the guard forcefully, beheading him.
Writing is a struggle against silence.
He thought it was strange how often she talked about the toadstools outside their house. He thought as he drove by, that maybe she was eating as many as she was visiting. But that was before he saw the flutter of wings behind a mushroom stalk, and a brief view of arms, of legs… and of a face peering at him.
He thought it was strange how often she talked about the toadstools outside their house. He thought, as he drove by, that maybe she was eating as many as she was visiting. That was before he saw the flutter of wings behind a mushroom stalk, and a brief view of arms, of legs… and a face peering at him.
Middle-earth’s “master of light” Passes Away …
R.I.P. Andrew Lesnie. Thank you for bringing beauty into the world of cinema for as long as you did.
Originally posted on A Tolkienist’s Perspective:
Andrew Lesnie (1956-2015)
What looked like the start of a positive and optimistic day, soon turned into a melancholic struggle.
Andrew Lesnie, the master cinematographer whose indispensable contribution brought Middle-earth…
R.I.P. Andrew Lesnie. Thank you for bringing beauty into the world of cinema for as long as you did.
What looked like the start of a positive and optimistic day, soon turned into a melancholic struggle.
Andrew Lesnie, the master cinematographer whose indispensable contribution brought Middle-earth to life, passed away earlier today.
To general audiences the name of actors and directors are perhaps at the forefront of a film-viewing experience.
To someone like me who loves the technical aspects of filmmaking, the work of every major crew member behind the camera is of deep interest.
As with many others, I was introduced to Andrew Lesnie and his work via The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Suffice to say, the impressive visuals captivated my young mind and made me believe in the wonders of Middle-earth.
Peter Jackson may have had the vision and direction, but Lesnie brought the artistry to the moving images.
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It’s almost over. The school year, that is. Once next Tuesday rolls around, it’s all done. It’s an interesting feeling, being so close to being done. it’s also pretty darn exciting; I’m not going to lie. It means I get to spend a lot more time writing than I am currently. That means I get to finalize the concepts for Dark Soldier. It means more time to write poetry and actually become good at it. It means time to bask in the sun. I probably won’t be doing too much of that, but I’ll try my best. We are writers are night creatures, staying inside and typing away on a keyboard and hissing at the sun…
…oh, wait, that’s just me.
But seriously, no, for those who don’t write, that’s not actually a writer thing. I feel like writers actually pay more attention to people than those who aren’t. I mean, mainly because we’re trying to come up with story ideas and we need new characters, but sometimes we have good intentions. We really do study you. Fiction is sort of like an allegorical documentary. If we didn’t know people, we wouldn’t write them very well.
But enough ranting for me! What are the rest of you doing this summer? Let me know in the comments below!
Do you ever really hate a piece of artwork that you’re making until it’s done and then it’s like all that time of hating never happened as you’re walking around with it like, “yes, I made this, I am awesome and so is this thing that I made with awesomeness.”
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
Making the link between anarchism and Christianity.
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