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The Seal of Ran by Paul Kearney

Here is a book I received through partnership Livraddict. I, who no longer had participated for months, I have a crush on a fantasy novel in tantalizing summary, despite the fact that 'This is the first volume of a series ("Beggars of the Sea") during the writing and translation. Result: I have a new series on my wish-list ... But let me tell you in order.

Abstract:

In a world abandoned by its creator once existed a very ancient breed, "those before," endowed with powers that mankind can hardly certain imaginer.Selon legends, they were the last of the angels. Others say they were demons. Rol
Cortishane grew up in a small isolated fishing village without knowing what was in the right place in this world. But the blood of that race has long been forgotten in his veins and will decide his fate. Marked with the seal of Ran, accused of witchcraft and black magic, Rol must flee his village and seek refuge in the Tower of Michal Psellus mage, a dark and scary character that reigns supreme.

My opinion:

As in many fantasy novel, the story begins with a passage incomprehensible. It speaks of legend, races, gods. ; From the first pages, the reader is in the mood for the life of the little Rol, a kid who lives outside of any community with a small artificial family. A rural and maritime settles naturally in a time like unidentified the seventeenth century on foreign soil but not particularly original.

But from the second chapter, adventure racing. Rol teenager was driven from his home, forced to take refuge in a barbarian city, with a man as strange as cruel. The first part of this frame wraps around the heart of the injustice of a lawless civilization. It's tough, violent, and mysterious too. It was from there that I really started to hang, despite (or perhaps because of) the injustice and darkness of the plot. Characters who inhabit it are well described, but mostly keep large areas of shadow. It's pretty frustrating and sometimes I felt that some were not consistent in their behavior, but as and when the story evolves it seems they still have much to reveal.

The second part, which occupies the second half of the book is quite different. It is a continuation of the first, but this time the adventure takes place on a very particular: on seas. And that part, I totally devoured in one evening. The further I went, the less I could get.

For the maritime adventures of Rol are simply breathtaking. Either the author is an experienced sailor and passionate, he is documented in great style. He masterfully revives the passion navigation those who explored the seas in the most beautiful ships, at a time when a sailor was a profession of faith. The vocabulary is very accurate and a lot of technical words to me are largely passed over their heads, but they Part of the charm of the recovery, and they do not prevent you follow the smallest adventures.

For there, the adventures! The whole second half is full of surprises and adventures more thrilling. Several passages literally me breath! I was transported to the heart of a struggle against the storm, the ship construction and a more realistic collision pirate in a movie. I dare not tell you too much not to spoil the surprise, but in my case, I was simply swept away, and it is a rare but delicious feeling.

Finally, the only big flaw of this novel is that the second part has not been translated yet - I dare not try their luck in VO due to nautical terms - and that Subsequent episodes have not (yet) found a publisher. But they are already in my wishlist and I would advise you most warmly as: whether you like fantasy, navy or simply adventure, go for it.

short, I do not know if I have to say thank you to Livraddict and pocket book to have instilled in me a new addiction ... But if, because it's so good!



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the problem.

The problem I have.

Because yes, I have a problem.

I come back from a great night, really disgusting.

Super music, great atmosphere, I'm a little tipsy and full joy.

The handsome men, there are a tonne.

And while I'm near the stage and I dance, happy and carefree, my friend said that a man looks at me.

I turn my head subtly.

It is so beautiful.

Right in my type: tall, built, dark hair.

I gives him a little look, he maintains.

I turned toward the stage and continues dancing.

And there begins a struggle inside intense.

This should be simple, is extremely complex.

I'm zero at the "cruise".

I'm paralyzed, I do not know what to do and I have a absolutely incapacitating fear of rejection.

I misses lots of opportunities.

And after I whining that I'm single.

My discomfort is such I freeze I do not know what to do.

And I finally get my home in beautiful Calis after myself.

Calvary.

I went home by taxi with my friend and I explained the situation and, by extension, the taxi driver.

My friend told me that I had not much time to "develop a strategy to cruise," that's why.

I start to scream that it has no connection, that's just me who is Mongolian and pocket.

The driver is cramped ...

Tse

the guy is at my fingertips, he looks at me, I smile.

But obviously my brain runaway:

You're going to look dumb.

Worse not interesting.

You'll know what to say.

It goes super fast losing interest in you.

He'll find insignificant.

He certainly wants just a one-night anyway.

It must be a cruiser in series.

Etc, etc..

Osti, Calis what's my problem??

I have just come out of the bar and I backcrossed twice: once when you buy the disk group and the other Once outside because he smoked.

OSTIA TWO OPPORTUNITIES FOR CONTACT, ciborium!

But no.

I just took a look, a smile twice.

Cursed pie.

Especially at show where I went, there's not tons of guys who love beautiful and interesting this kind of music fly.

is as rare birds known.

Faque there I want ...

Fuck, I'm so frustrated.

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transvestite.

I look in the mirror surrounded by bulbs - a true mirror of cabaret - and I discover another face.

a certain masculinity, a lustful gaze.

My eyebrows disappeared under an impasto sticky and I feel my skin pulling on the sides.

I have a layer of foundation so thick, I think again career as a model for an embalmer.

My eyes are enlarged, my mouth is now immense, redesigned in my face trying to understand this new morphological mapping.

I'm not sure that I watch: me, my double trash version?

- We'll have to find you another name c'te face with one!

Maddy I look in the mirror and smiled.

- You'll get used to. At first, you got the impression that the face completely stuck and after the makeup and gently stretch it feels like part of you.

I looked all sides, it's very troubling.

I do not really know me.

As a temporary memory loss, as if my brain ever pedaled to successfully bring together the known pieces and finally get to say Ah! It was Mr. Everything is fine.

But it does not work too. I will get used.

Maddy looks at me and gently from his arms around me.

Her skin lightly touches mine, and still the same thrill when I feel his muscular arms completely shaved. It tickles and it stings.

In fact, just now it will be Maddy. Because for now, P.

P. warm, laughing, loving.

exchange it sometimes Maddy: beautiful, slightly haughty, aloof. Affecting only the tips of her gloved fingers almost always.

I got up slowly, I do not want to hang all around me.

The I wear dress that takes up so much space.

I feel my breasts, even if they are small, compressed into the corset.

I try to breathe, it's difficult.

- Always keep your back straight. Tall. It forces you to stay up all night and have impeccable posture. You'll want to die ... But my god are you going to be beautiful example ...

It gives me a wink.

I realize it's a balancing act: these men spend evenings, all day dressed in dozens of layers - like clothing makeup - that compress their bodies.

Close , small, thin, tall, muscular, skinny, short, long, whatever.

They emerge elegant, with legs that never end, forms to drool, hair silky and shiny, attitudes changed.

One becomes sharply slobbering, the other turns into woman in the world, becoming yet another sweet and shy.

characters, a split personality, alter egos?

What I can be in life everyday, I become in these trappings?

I do not know, but I confess that I feel this sense of freedom - even if I suffer my body - to do what I want, putting the responsibility on me who is this other born.

I think I put my hand on my face.

I feel like I have a mask placed on it.

In fact, it's a strange mask soaked into my skin.

I almost fear.

This transformation is decidedly unsettling.

I sit in the back of the box while P. Maddy becomes.

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He sits on his bench and looks in the mirror.

He takes a tube of silver color, opens it and spreads a kind of foundation is very sticky, dense material - he also placed above my eyebrows - and it extends uniformly, which completely hides hers too.

It takes another foundation.

It evens complexion everywhere, almost sensually from the fabric of small hairline to neck, behind the ears to the nose.

It takes two small fabric impregnated foundation and move gently between his chest going up just above, forming the top of a heart.

- That's gonna be my breasts. You'll see just now.

For a few moments, his face almost looks cancerous. And its kind of incomplete heart is like a strange scar has healed poorly.

He then selects his colors and begin to disguise his eyes.

The brow line is repeated, light, feminine.

The eyelids are now shaded, deep black and all around the eye, a feeling of light soot.

A "smokey eye".

He looks at himself, looks up in the air to the mascara, look below to complete the key.

He looks over and lifts the corner of the eyebrow, takes a sexy attitude and seems visibly pleased.

I started slowly to emerge Maddy.

lips now.

His are virtually nonexistent at this time given the foundation that covers them.

He moistened lightly, gracefully, and draw a line - that defines his lips - much more broad and generous.

The lipstick is applied in small strokes with a brush and a sensual mouth and full displays.

He sends some kisses the mirror, crossed my eyes and also gives me a kiss on the fly.

He passes his hand through his hair short, assessing the work that remains to be done.

Light layer of brown on the sides of the face, a matter of refining the maxilla and zygomatic. Same thing on the sides of the chin and edges of the nose.

Apply a little foundation to further refine the whole.

A little pink on the cheeks and voila.

A light powder is applied all over his face and he closes his eyes while settles brilliance which radiate her makeup perfect.

- Worse?

- You're beautiful.

He smiled.

He rises slowly, like a solemn moment and begins to dress.

Obviously I would not attend the introduction of sex in the tiny undergarment that serves as support, everything is already done.

I see all the same his muscular buttocks which tend doing exercise to a first low-sticking colored skin on her legs shaved.

And a second. Then a third.

His legs now seem impossibly long and perfect.

He gently caresses up and down to ensure that low-tights are well drawn and smoothly.

He then takes a bra and puts it, placing fake boobs - squarely in the balls formed a sort of padding - and checking the "crack of boobs" he had made earlier.

He seems happy as he takes her dress .

Long, white, glitter everywhere, a long strip of feathers.

He handled delicately, as something highly valuable.

- It's so hard to have beautiful costumes without paying a crazy price! This, it comes from the wardrobe Guild. No kidding.

He looks again to the handlebars and down the zipper slowly.

He puts on a leg after the other being careful not to snag her stockings and back to a low of his kidneys.

He rechecked her bra and her breasts, adds a bit of foundation and moves his arms in the thin straps of the dress.

- You help me?

I approached slowly, trying not to burst into my corset and I carefully zip up.

Lean back and then passes her hands on her stomach, buttocks, its size, turns aside to contemplate the effect.

- Well, his hair now.

a long auburn wig hangs on the head a mannequin.

He grabbed gently pass a small brush in the hair that falls, silky.

He turns upside down and leans over to gently lay it on its head.

The adjustment, place the wicks, the slightly ruffled.

He approaches a pair of vertiginous heels and donned like slippers.

It outlines a few steps in front of the mirror.

- Perfect.

Before me stands a great woman.

Tall, slender, slightly salacious a glimmer in the eye, a proud carriage, insurance unsettling, almost a certain coldness.

- we go?

- Yes, I take my bag and I arrive P.

He looks at me slightly horrified.

- Oops. Maddy I mean.

She smiled, satisfied.

And out of the box with his feline approach. ..

* In memory of ancient friendship with Pascal (Megan), Francis (Virgin) and Mathieu (Dixie Lee) (now Gabrielle).