Tonight I'm running wild.
I am on a high. Again. I bet that this time around, the effects will not last very long. I do not feel like I am about to leap high into the cool night air and do a pirouette, or dive headlong into a swimming pool the shape of a half-crescent moon.
It really is wonderful, though, what good books and music can do for you. They make a very unusual combination that cannot be easily put into words, so do not ever underestimate its power.
Gives a little adrenaline rush. Makes your heart ache. Butterflies in the stomach. Drum your fingers to the beat. Lifts your spirits. Turn the pages in anticipation. Dance a little jig. Bursting at the seams.
It is akin to being under the spotlight, standing in the middle of a stage with not an audience in front of you, singing your heart out. Not a worry or a hint of uneasiness, at all.
I felt like I was in the thick of the action; as if I were him, the unmistakable feeling of magic coursing down my veins, in the thrilling ride of an amazing adventure. Simply enchanting, and almost dream-like.
FitzChivalry Farseer did it. So did Drizzt Do’Urden. Strider succeeded somewhat.
But Nicholas Sayre is my new hero; for the moment, anyway. That says something for a book made up of only 109 pages. Already, I want to escape to the Old Kingdom. Yes, because magical realms always seem so wonderful, so beautiful, and so dangerous.
I needed something to keep me company, and maintain my sanity. Before I return to being empty, alone and afraid; before I begin to take pleasure from pain. Yeah, I wonder how much more sadistic I can get, too.
On second thoughts, I really should do away with the reviews category soon, because my so-called reviews have been really… weird.
Damn it. Only 109 pages, and already I am reduced to a blabbering idiot.
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