Fellowship of the Ring movie adaptation – analysis and review

Today, we talk about how the first Lord of the Rings book by J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, made the transition from printed book to fully fleshed-out high budget movie. We talk pacing, cringe moments, and what was changed to make it work better as a movie.

Reading Fantasy – What books should you start with?

So, are you looking to get into fantasy, or at least do a little exploration of this massive genre? In the video below, I go over some books that I think are a great place to start. I tried to curate the list to include titles that are diverse in terms of setting and style, so if one doesn’t appeal to you another might, and I did my best to talk about titles that are accessible for a wide audience and don’t require you to already have a large amount of experience in the genre to understand. This list, for…

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Break and new content for March 2017

In case you noticed, there was no Walk at Dusk update for today. That work will be going ahead for a release this year, although later than I originally anticipated due to a host of setbacks in my work schedule that have prevented me from having the time to do the editing and re-writes necessary to finish the project. I will resume posting samples and updates in the near future, but don’t expect a full release here on DVS Press like I have done in the past. I also wanted to take a week or two off from those posts…

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The Bright Children: Chapter 6-1 “Dark Paths”

A scraping, at a rhythmic cadence. Sparks, burning red-purple streaks into open eyes. A pause, and then a light, unfamiliar and chaotic. A groan. “Ah, you’ve come to. Good.” The pale outline of Frey’s face turned toward Aphella, lines looking strangely deep in the pale, orange light. “I feel I must apologize. I had little time to weave that spell, and so could not exclude you. I hope you will be able to forgive me.” Aphella rolled onto her side and pushed herself up, a tingling marking a sudden return of feeling to her extremities. She looked around, and saw…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 5-6 “Thief”

Zyteus opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form any words an expression flashed over his face. It was but a moment, but in it was a wry, almost sardonic smile. Zyteus closed his mouth and gave the room a loud, exasperated sigh. He looked harshly at Aphella, then nodded slightly. “So be it. We shall listen, and discard at our discretion.” Silence filled the room as Aphella met Zyteus’s gaze, then looked to the other elders, settling on stone-faced Sabon. She took breathed a warm light onto her now cold hands, then recounted what she had seen…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 5-5, “Thief”

Glancing and Shaenyll, Zyteus cleared his throat and spoke. “Here in Twillanya, our codes are simple. Do not kill; do not threaten to kill. Do not hurt; do not threaten to hurt. Do not steal or harm the property of another. These are the only real things that the council must adjudicate. Otherwise, we are but arbiters. However, there our code also states, as it has always stated, that the attempt at a crime is the same as the crime itself. We do not dole out punishments or rewards for the varied consequences of wickedness. All are the same. So…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 5-4, “Thief”

The Eld council sat in audience, behind the long stone table, more stern-faced and straight-backed than the last time Aphella had seen them assembled. Zyteus wore a perpetual frown, matched by Hamon and Shaenyll. The usually bright and cheerful Warka sat blank-faced. The thief, Azom, was on his knees in the center of the room, under unusually bright crystal lamps in a shade of pale green. His dim eyes were in shadows, and a long shaft of iron was holding the elbows of his shackled hands behind his back. Frey stood apart from him, leaning on the smooth white staff…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 5-3 “Thief”

After fitful sleep, Aphella came up the stairs from her chamber into the main floor of home to find the whole of it well lit, the crystal lamps growing bright and colorless. Her father reclined at the table across from Hamon, who caught her eye as she emerged from her darkened room. Aphella expected him to say something, either about the night before or his hints of apprenticeship. Instead he met her eyes calmly, smiled, then turned back to Dolmar. “That’s the problem with traders like that,” Dolmar said, sipping at a hot cup of moss tea. “If you’ve got…

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The Bright Children, Chapter 5-2, “Thief”

“No need to explain,” Shaenyll said, stepping out of the shadows. Frey seemed to give a start and an audible gasp, but Aphella thought in the front of her mind that his surprise seemed feigned; something about the man’s glance made her believe that he had seen both of them through the illusion without difficulty. “Lovely Shaenyll,” Frey said, and bowed, his voice stammering quavering. “I… don’t know how you arrived… but I of course must explain. You see-” “I was watching the entire time from behind a layer of confusion, as was Aphella,” Shaenyll said. Aphella felt the spell…

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The Bright Childrenn Chapter 5-1: Thief

Chapter 5: A Thief.   A pale red light in the spiral stairwell slowly grew, flickering as it approached. Aphella remained as still as a corpse. The clack of hard-soled boots on stone grew closer. She felt a bead of sweat burst on her forehead, then trickle down to the tip of her nose, where it itched angrily. She did not dare to wipe it off; the stairwell opened directly in front of her, and though she thought she trusted Shaenyll, the illusory weaving her teacher had supposedly put up could not be seen, and so trust failed and the…

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