Sharon X Wong

Writer of words. Builder of worlds.

Choice Comfort Reads

Look, sometimes life gets to be too much, to the point where you don’t just want any book. You want a book with no unpleasant surprises, a book you know and love. A comfort read.

Every Heart a Doorway Analysis, Chapter 11: You Can Never Go Home

Warning: contains spoilers.
In Chapter 11, the truth is explained, and the team deal with Jill before she can do anymore harm.

At Witching Hour: A Poem

At witching hour, in deep of night
The magic creatures take their flight
As banshees scream and sirens sing
The silent bells of Faerie ring

Returning Home

Blue fire burns in my hand and I know I have the magic again. After all this time, hiking across the barren desert, watching those sent with me die along the way.

Well. We can fix that.

Every Heart a Doorway Analysis, Chapters 9 & 10: The Broken Birds of Avalon & Be Still As Stone, and You May Live

Warning: contains spoilers.
In Chapter 9, we find and fight over yet another corpse. In Chapter 10, it’s the big reveal! We finally learn who the murderer is.

Danger

They say it’s dangerous to live near the forest where the elves are. They say the elves rob and kill unwary travellers, that they steal children and replace them with their own. I know that’s not so. I live near the forest and the elves are safe.

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars to Me: A Poem

To me you are the sun, my love
The fire of my world
The glorious blaze that warms my days
And shines so high above

To me, my love, you are the moon
The moon so round and full
Your circling dance and gentle gleam
Will always lift my gloom

To me, my love, you are the stars
The jewels of the sky
The guiding lights for travellers lost
So bright, so fair, so high

I’d love to be the world to you
My sun, my moon and stars
So let me bask beneath your light
And admire you from afar.

Abyss of the Birds

The abyss is Time with its sadness, its weariness. The birds are the opposite to Time; they are our desire for light, for stars, for rainbows, and for jubilant songs.

Olivier Messiaen

Time passes. Each moment is stitched to the next, the seams so small you’ll never see them. You thought the water was cool at first, but now it freezes your skin. You thought the wind was a whisper, but now it screeches and scratches in your ears. Yet nothing has changed. Only the moments that have been passing, one by one by one. Time passes and everything in its path is ground down to dust.

Every Heart a Doorway Analysis, Chapters 7 & 8: Cocoa & Her Skeleton, in Rainbows Clad

Warning: contains spoilers.

In Chapter 7, the team deals with stress by drinking cocoa. In Chapter 8, Jack and Christopher lead Loriel’s bones to her final resting place. These are both short chapters so I’m dealing with both of them at once.

Finished—

Sometimes, they even finished each other’s—

—sentences. At least in the beginning, when they were young and new. The world named them Twins, and kept them together, one unit, sharing clothes and beds and hearts. As they grew they named themselves individuals, sisters, plural. Still close, so close. Sometimes, they even finished each other’s—

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