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Fantasy
ACHEBE: The third book in the Children of the Myth Machine series
ACHEBE and her husband were once a part of the CINN, a group made up of Earth’s richest individuals. When Achebe and her husband found out the CINN were involved with using the Children of the Myth Machines to create slaves and gladiators they joined the draoi ársa. Now Achebe is imprisoned on the dead world Sårad Värld. So far she has refused to tell the Cinn where the other Children of Myth Machines are. Or where the mystical reliquia viviente is.
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Rita Walker (Blog One): By Dan Watt and Taylor Norris
Rita Walker (Blog One): By Dan Watt and Taylor Norris
This is a new blog and although it is under the fantasy/science fiction genre we will be adding current technology that is environmentally friendly.
Rita usually prefers to walk or lope but today her time is short and the distance long so she’s taking an electric sea plane from Graham Island across the Hecate Strait to the Prince George airport. From there she’ll take a flight to Toronto.
At the Toronto Airport Rita rents a Volkswagen e-Golf. As she drives along the 401 Hwy towards the 403 on her way to the Six Nations Polytechnic Brantford Campus she stares in the rear-view mirror. Her shoulder length hair is light brown. She sighs, normally it would be an iridescent pearl white but she doesn’t want to be noticed right now. On the radio she hears Buffy Sainte-Marie sing “The Big Ones Get Away”. She sings along with Buffy realizing how important the song is but it is not the one she wants to write. The World is full of chaos and distrust and she wants to shine a light of hope through the madness. To discover what is being done positively on Earth and showcase it.
As she arrives at the school she gets out of the e-Golf and stares at the curved entrance. In the centre is sign that is white with the outline of a purple eagle whose wings encircle opposing thick lined triangles with thin lined ones. In the centre is a purple coniferous tree.
As she steps through the front doors she is greeted by a secretary behind a newly refinished counter made of hemp. The secretary glances at her left arm and nods.
