Circles Seventeen Novels & Stories

“We met in a very spicy way and I’m sure you’ve learnt about it, I know Audrey to be smart and sharp mouthed, I also know she can be mischievous and Naughty, I love all of these about her.” “This is the type of person that can be around me, in my life. Even if it would be a duration of just one year.” I don’t know why I shouted the time frame out loud, Sandra noticed the change in volume of my voice but she didn’t say anything, she looked away from my face to stare at the ceiling of my car. It’s fascinating and intriguing I just say, I looked up at it too to admire the ash coverage, dotted with sing diamond glitter stones, it has a witch that adds colourful and beautiful lights when turned

The circle held. Complete. Unbroken. Burning still.

Jordi and Noa are seventeen years old and in the last year of secondary school, and they are, at seventeen, fully themselves. Not arrived — people do not arrive, they continue. But at seventeen, they have reached the point where what they are is no longer forming so much as deepening. The substance is there. The resolution will keep increasing. But you can see the person they will be at forty from the person they are at seventeen, in the way that you can see the practice of the fortieth bowl in the second bowl if you know what you are looking at.

Zane said. "To do what." Sela, sharp on her crutch. "We're nineteen people and a granny and a girl who can pull a man's soul out through a rope. We can't hold a territory. We can barely hold a grudge." "Fifteen of the Seventeen," Bram said quietly. "And the forty, if they'll follow." Everyone looked at the forty. The forty looked at Seraphine. Seraphine looked at the ground for a second, then at me, and I understood she'd just done the same math I had and didn't love the shape of it any more than I did.