I've played around with a mix of poetics and prose with the book I am working on. Feel free to comment
Nicole closes her eyes as her visions find substance and reality becomes a charlatan fallen to madness. It is here, in this birthing ground, that the vortex slows. The hues of the welkin mingle, and with a sonorous roar the vortex unfurls like layers of forgotten time. Upon this space lay the bones of gods and sovereigns, the unremembered dreams of men. Upon this space exists a glen.
In the second book of the BetterWorld trilogy, Kiyoko and her friends continue to fight MediaCorp's schemes to control the world. But a team of ruthless mercenaries is after them, and is closing in fast.
Farhad Shirazi, a three star general of the ex-Shah's army who has been hiding in Iran for nine years,needs to escape From Ayatollah Khomeini's Iran or face capture and execution by the revolutionary guards...
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