Posted on June 16th 2015 ⋄ By Sara Cleveland ⋄ Category:
I’m going to try something new this evening and share some of my thoughts on the latest installment in the Jurassic Park franchise.
Let me start by saying that I love Jurassic Park. The original movie scared the crap out of me as a kid. As I got older and learned the limitations in current technologies wouldn’t allow for the creation of cloned Velociraptor (which weren’t really as big as in the movie anyways) to run amok the movie still held a lot of fascination for me. Why? Because its message is enduring. When man plays God the consequences are dire. Remember Ian Malcom’s statement (paraphrased because I don’t have the original handy) “your scientists were so busy with whether they could they never stopped to think if they should”?
I went into Jurassic World with low expectations. I wasn’t overly enthused with Hollywood’s adaptation of Lost World (wasn’t even as crazy about the book as I was Crichton’s first Jurassic Park novel). Jurassic Park III while not bad seemed to center more on Dr. Grant’s phobia than Crichton’s original message. Jurassic Park III was made without any input from Crichton; so was Jurassic World, and that’s what had my hopes so low.
So it is with great pleasure that I say I was pleasantly surprised. It was good. More than that, it was very much a tribute to the original movie that many of us loved so very much. Crichton’s original message was back, and the true villain of the Jurassic Park struck again.
* Warning, everything after this point contains spoilers *
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Posted on June 13th 2015 ⋄ By Sara Cleveland ⋄ Category:
Long time no blog post, huh?
I would love to say that this is because I have been hard at work on the follow up to Saving the Dragon, but I’m not one for lying to my readers or myself. The truth is that life, as it has a way of doing, has been interfering with me on a fairly consistent basis since Saving’s release in April. I am happy to report that I have moved back to my hometown. There is little regret in moving out of Cleveland proper except perhaps that my commute is at least 10x longer
Now on the eve of (finally) moving my refrigerator into the new place I finally have the time to sit down and revisit the beginnings of the sequel to Saving the Dragon. The tentative title is “Courting the Dragon”, although I think leaving it as such may be a bit of a misnomer.
Please note that this preview is raw. It is unedited and subject to heavy revision as work on the story progresses. Please do not inundate me with remarks on grammar or spelling. Again, this is undedited.
I also wish to remind everyone that is my work and it belongs to me. No one else. You do not have the write to copy, use, abuse, or pass off my work as your own. You may of course share the link back to this blog post as many times as you like 😉
Now, without further ado, here is the “sneak peak” of Courting that this blog post title promises.
Penelope stood in front of her father’s desk, hands clasped in front of her skirts, watching the emotions play across King Hulbyrd’s face as he reread the letter from the Academy of Mages. The letter, written by the Dean of Students, was a commendation for superior academic performance. Several more letters rested on the king’s desk. One was from the Head Librarian, thanking Penelope for her volunteer time. Another was also from the Dean of Students asking Penelope if she would mind taking a teaching role the following semester at the grammar school the Academy ran for mages’ children and orphans. Penelope had brought the letters with her during her visit home to Saleria during the summer recess. Despite attending the Academy for a over a year Penelope was still leery of her father’s change of heart and felt the need to continually prove herself. It had taken using magic to trick an evil witch into jumping off a cliff to convince her father that she belonged at the Academy in the first place.
Finally, Hulbyrd sat the letter down. He removed his reading glasses and sat them atop the folded parchment. Penelope fidgeted with the ring on her right hand as she watched her father pinch the bridge of his nose, an action she usually associated with his frustration with her. She twisted the ring. Like her attendance at the Academy the ring was an elephant in the room. Salarath, a dragon-wizard usually known as Stellan or Stefan to most of the humans around him, had given it to her several months ago. It was actually a replacement for the original ring, which she’d lost in the evil-witch-cliff-jumping incident. The ring had very special properties. Like its predecessor, the ring could be used to travel between the wizard’s study in Steelbourgh Castle and Penelope’s room in the Salerian palace. Unlike the original ring this one could also be used to reach her room at the Academy of Mages.
“It seems you’ve become quite accomplished.”
“And you won’t considering staying home permanently?” (more…)
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