The Epic Simile In This Excerpt Shows Novels & Stories

“You think this world, this pack, is all there is? That Simon is all you can get? It’s a cage, and he’s just another faceless crow, no different from the rest of them. And you’re the prettiest little bird sitting in it that all the crows want to maul. One day, you’ll wake up and realize I was right, and one crow is like another…. No crow is ever going to be a match for the prettiest little bird. But by then, I’ll be long gone. Finding all the other pretty little birds to fly with.” Eve with her maddening metaphors. Flashing red eyes and obvious anger, my way... The underlying storm brewing in her soul, and I can taste it. Facing me now, her hair whipping gently in the wind, pale under the mo

he roared like a Tiger. "What do you want? "Simon was unbuttoning his shirt. her heart was about to explode on the movement of his finger. She asked hesitantly.

Soldiers shouted at it to press forward and it tried, but the earth beneath its feet was no longer cooperating with forward in the way that earth cooperates with forward when it is simply ground, and the beast stumbled in the way of something very large that has misjudged the reliability of the surface it is moving across, and the stumbling became a fall, and the fall became a roar that was surprise rather than threat, and the roar became a dropping away, and the earth split open beneath the creature with the decisive crack of something that has been asked to open and has opened, and the beast went down into the sudden darkness with the sound and the fury of something enormous that has encou

His mouth tilts up in the corner, giving me a sharp grin. “No, no.” I shake my head, my hair falling in front of me. “Homer, he wrote in The Iliad about the natural gases that sprout from the cracks of limestone in the mountains near Olympus. He called them ‘the fire which never goes out.’ I think that’s you.” I recline from him, letting my head hang back, my hands still resting on his chest as I roll my body, experiencing something that feels out of my control. I’m flying, soaring above the clouds.

Easy-peasy. Simon was confident. He looked at his wife, Summer, with a smile. He pondered for nearly three minutes before he said, "The moon hides when my wife is out. When the spring comes, she washes the yarns by the river. Her beauty cannot be easily defined in words alone. Why would I look at anyone else apart from her?" Simon felt very proud of his poem. Wow! There was an uproar. Everyone looked at Simon with admiration. No wonder he was a respectable figure in the Artemis Sect!

“Let me finish this simile of mine first, Mrs. Yulia Kammal… You’re really like a fish living in a small pond for almost your whole life. One day, you bumped into a tortoise. This tortoise actually derived from the similar small pond of yours. But, because she was a tortoise, she could live both on land and in water. This tortoise had just come back from her holiday on the mountain. “This tortoise was going to tell you like this, ‘I’ve just been to the mountain. The scenery over there is immensely beautiful, breath-taking and picturesque.’ “Of course you didn’t understand, so you asked again, ‘Mountain? It must be muddy, wet and full of water. How can it be beautiful, breath-taking and pictu

She felt conspicuously illiterate in his presence. “I have several of his first editions.” He picked out a book and opened it, flicking through to a page. He read aloud. “The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond,” he paused, turning a page, “Bending over you I thought I breathed the perfume of your blood. Night deepened like a wall and my eyes in the darkness sensed yours and I drank your breath.” Genevieve didn’t know what to say, embarrassed. Simon entered, bringing in a tray with the champagne and glasses. He opened the bottle and poured the champagne into glasses.

They used to call him the giant wolf because of his hight. My wolf was tall enough to reach his cheat but now, i was his eye level? How is this possible? Either they all shrunk down or i grew up even more. Simon growls amd my attention snaps back at him and i am literally barking like a wild dog. Poor simon, it is time for you to die.

Nimuel began with a apologetic tone, but Pylaieus held out of hand to stop her. "I am going to recite it now. I have never really understood the meaning, so you should take an attempt. As I spread my wings to the widening chasm below With the crimson and maroon plumage scattering low, It burst forth, and molten gold opened the jaws wide And swallowed up its home, burning down its side. Looking at the broken shards, that broke, as I fell, It reflected my vessel, red, maroon, and well, it was a patchwork, of broken fragments of skin

I had half a heart to use my magic to open the ground beneath his feet like I had done to Devin on the training field, and see what kind of comments he had after it swallowed him whole. “Aspen.” He tried again, and I could hear the remorse in his voice glinting like a piece of silver off my name. I sighed heavily, my chest rising with the effort, and sat up; turning my body to look at him. Simon was crouched in front of me, still massive even at his lowered height. His blue eyes glowing ever so slightly in the darkness of the trees, reminding me of the fireflies that I used to chase in the fields outside of the village when I was a child. Despite the light in his eyes though; his sharp featu