Vision in Silver – Anne Bishop

Vision in Silver is the third in this epic fantasy series by Anne Bishop. Bishop is able to transport you into this amazing and complex world she has built. In every series I’ve read of hers, the worlds she creates are tangible. She handles and switches between characters at just the right times, adding layer upon layer to her world(s).

This story focuses on Meg, a quirky blood prophet, who has sought refuge with the Terra Indigene, non humans, at the edge of a human-run city. She helps the Terra Indigene, seeing visions at great cost to herself, helping them to avoid devastation wrought by an overzealous and ill-advised human-rights movement.

By this story Meg has escaped the people who had locked her away, charging clients to cut her and receive visions of their future, with the help of a Wolf (Simon) and her new and deadly friends. She has introduced a human pack into the courtyard, helping to improve relations between humans and the Terra Indigene…or so you think until BAM! third book…and the Humans First and Last Movement is messing everything up, hoarding food, blaming the Terra indigene, and attacking Meg’s friends at a local market.

I absolutely loved the fast-paced action mixed in with the funny and sometimes tense relationships that are building in this world. I would recommend these books to anyone who: read the Black Jewels series and loved it, loves fully developed fantastical worlds, is into the supernatural, wants to lose themselves in an epic story for the next few days (because you won’t be able to put it down).

“For the shadows of war are deepening across the Atlantik, and the prejudice of a fanatic faction is threatening to bring the battle right to Meg and Simon’s doorstep”

#8 Sunday

Happy Easter all! This week’s #8sunday is a short I’ve been working on. A young girl is hardened from her mistreatment over the years by foster parents and plans to get even.

I stared at the sagging wooden bunk above me; the newcomer was crying again. I used to cry, when I first got shoved into this hell hole; when I still had hope that a nice family would come for me and I would get a happily ever after. I now knew better. This was the last stop for kids like us. The child above me hiccupped a few times and was silent, her breathing evening out. I swung my legs over the bed, pulling the jacket from under my bed and holding my shoes in my hand. Our window looked over the dilapidated garage and I slid it open. For weeks I had been greasing it with the slop the adults slid through the crude flap in our door.It slid open without a creak and I sighed in relief.

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