Olá, galerinha literária!
Como ontem foi a final da #Darktona2018 , vim mostrar a vcs o saldo de leitura que realizei durante esses 20 dias de maratona.
Eu participei nos 3 desafios, e só não consegui finalizar um dos desafios propostos, mesmo assim substitui um dos livros por uma HQ pra poder complementar. Foram boas leituras e no geral renderam bastante.
💀Jack, o Estripador: Rastros de sangue.357 págs. Lido✔️
💀HQ Uma dobra no tempo. 420 págs.Lido ✔️
💀 Outsider. 423/528 págs❌
💀 Lança do Deserto: Ciclo das Trevas livro 2. 108/720 págs ❌
SALDO TOTAL: 1308/2025
Mais uma vez obrigado a todos os participantes.
O incentivo, o carinho e a retribuição de vocês foram incríveis! Foi maravilhoso acompanhar o desempenho de todos.
O sucesso da Darktona é todo de vcs!
Saudações Literárias! E até a próxima!😉💀🖤
Os hemos estado enseñando todo lo nuevo que sale disponible el 12 de Julio.
Entre todo salen 2 collares cómo éste a la venta. •
El precioso corazón con Jony Sonrisas, con su imágen principal. La primera cara Oficial de Jony, la que convertimos en logo y nuestro mayor orgullo.
Todos los que nos seguís sabéis lo difícil que ha sido llegar hasta aquí. •
Sólo podemos daros las gracias. GRACIAS. Gracias por acompañarnos en ésta aventura. ¡Hemos sobrepasado los 100 seguidores en Instagram! Aunque todavía no llegamos a los 90 en Facebook. •
Estamos trabajando para enseñaros todo lo que podemos hacer, todo lo que Jony representa, para poder crecer. ¡Nos gustaría tanto que hablaseis de nosotros! Aunque sea para mal, pero que habléis. 🖤 •
Hemos sido muy valientes con los artículos que estamos enseñándoos y hemos apostado por la variedad. Poquitas piezas de cada. Piezas que no se van a repetir. Únicas. •
Como otras veces hemos dicho: “El Arte es solo para unos pocos, para aquellos que sepan apreciarlo”
• ¿Te vas a llevar a Jony Sonrisas a casa? 🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚
Por cierto, ¿os gusta el verde? ¿Verde Esperanza? Hemos usado este color precisamente por eso. Por la esperanza de que esta “edición limitada” salga de maravilla.
Another Lesson, Another Pain (Pt. 2)
————————— Rhyel fell to his knees. With his right hand he sieved through the ash and picked up a small portion of it. The ash of innocent children, burnt by his own action. A tear dropped from Rhyels face as he took a moment to honor those who have been lost to wrong doing over every age. Channeling, he dropped the ash and made the wind carry it across the field. Rhyel rose and faced Vrang with an expression as cold as ice. He was not afraid of the man. All emotion was now void. “You are a fool. Nothing more. Nothing less.” Shaking his head Rhyel stomped his way back over to the rock and took a seat.
Another Lesson, Another Pain
————————— “Now let me show you how a weave is properly done.” Vrang said as Rhyel felt himself lifted off the ground and hung upside down. With the next weave he wrenched in pain as invisible daggers with molten blades tore through his body. He tried to shout out. “You son of a-“ but was cut of as air clogged his throat. Though as vrang made the weaves Rhyel studied them. Learning slowly what to do. And right as he would have tried to do the same thing to Vrang he was dropped. Rhyel landed on his knees and looked up as Vrang spoke. “Pay attention. You managed to kill the peasants but it was crude and sloppy. This is how it should be done.” And as if on command a ball of flame shot from the man and charred a section of trees. Rhyel smiled. He had done this before. “You teach nothing useful oh great master” he mocked, “I could do that in my sleep.” but his moment of triumph was cut short when Seven brought out the children. “Kill them with the weave I showed you or kill your self and accept that their fate will be so much worse.” Again? How many people did this man have lined up? Once again Rhyel made himself believe it would be a mercy to save them from Vrang. Rhyel growled to his own surprise, “You will know death, Vrang! I will rip every strand of life from your body and avenge these people!” And as he spoke Saidin roared and rose through his body. Overwhelming him as a large ball of flame formed in his right hand. “You will regret everything you’ve done!” And the ball of flame launched toward the children, in an explosion of smoke and ash only charred remains were left. (End pt. 1)
The Price of Knowledge (Pt. 2)——————— “Are you happy now?” Rhyel asked Vrang with a tone of pure hate. His hand rested on the pommel of his sword as he spoke and he was taken aback as Vrang simply hummed a tune. “You are sick.” Rhyel said and spit on the dirt. The man would regret this day eventually. How could he sleep while at the same time putting innocent people to death. Rhyel shook his head and tried to calm himself. “What else would you have me do?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and then in a mocking tone added “Master~”
The Price of Knowledge
———————— A stone crashed against Rhyels shoulder while he practiced with his sword and turned to find seven shouting at him. “Master is ready for you lesson!” Rhyel groaned as the boy led him out to a field at the camps edge. Vrang was already there and instructed Rhyel to sit on a boulder before explaining to him about Saidin. How he needed to seize it and beat it into submission. A bit different then what Rhyel had done before by just letting it escape him in waves. Though he did try and control it but clearly not to vrangs liking. “As I predicted. You need something to entice you to focus. Fear not I have just the thing.” And with that vrang had those cursed twins bring out a family. Father, mother and their children. Vrangs words droned in his head as he told Rhyel to kill the family one by one with the power or their fate will be much worse. “You are a bloody monster you light forsaken pitiful excuse of a man!” Rhyel cursed vrang as his anger rose. Was it honorable to kill someone to protect them from a worse death? Could he bring himself to put an end to an innocent family? No one deserved the evil Vrang could cause, he would not let the man torture these people. “I am sorry...” Rhyel said to the family he grasped the one power and let the light flow through his veins. He closed his eyes as he sent a lance of flame through the fathers chest. Quick, painless, he was dead before he realized it. Anger built inside him as he cut off the flow. Part of him wanted to lash out on Vrang right there and end his life, but he knew the man was stronger than him. Instead he pictured what Vrang could do to the family. The countless ways he could hurt them and it became more of a mercy the more he thought about it. Again he seized Saidin and released it out of him as a bolt of lightning struck the two children each, ending their lives quickly. The mother, who was in tears now, look up at Rhyel and had no words for him. “Peace be with you lady, I wish I could have changed this...” and like the father a spear of flame erupted from her chest and ended her life. The four family members laid still in the dirt as Rhyel turned to face Vrang...(end pt. 1)
Uanderson eu conheci a pouco (ele está fazendo uma arte para o nosso logo), mas achei o traço dele muito elegante. Cada artista que está com presente no nosso sorteio tem um jeito único de se expressar.
SIGAM O IG
⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️ @uanderson_ilustracoes_macabras .
Logo ele estará postando mais coisas lindas que ele está terminando.
Essa querida e talentosa amiga também estará com a gente nos sorteios do mês do dia dos amigos.
Conheçam o trabalho lindo da minha amiga Danie no ig @danliverance. Ela tbm tem um ig só com seu trabalho @creepyecuteart
Sigam e aguardem os sorteios...
Tenho a honra de ter excelentes e queridos artistas aqui no ig. E 4 deles vão participar dos nossos sorteios.
Conheçam o trabalho lindo da Nayara no ig @artsplashhh
Sigam e aguardem os sorteios
—————————— Vrang would surely be coming for Rhyel soon. He had been training with the sword for a few hours now and that is what Vrang has requested. A few hours. However Vrang was not interested in his sword work it seemed. Only in the power did he speak and Rhyel did not want to seem completely arrogant with it. “Might as well bloody try something...” he said as he tried to focus. He did what he knew always worked, holding his sword out in front of him he concentrated on the long blade. Rhyel thought of himself one with the sword and then pictured a flame. Pouring all emotion and thoughts into the flame until he was a shell. Nothing was there, and then their was light. He reached out, seized the light, and then let it flow. A torrent of life and vitality coursing through his veins. Walls caved in his mind as the wonderful power of Saidin rushed into him and then he tried to hold it. Unlike before the wildness stopped. The uncontrollable explosions of force didn’t occur. He sheathed his sword and held out his hand. Everything felt different when using the power and with a smirk he released the hold. Almost instantly a wild ball of flame formed in his hand. It spiraled in waves and threatened to grow larger. Nervousness entered Rhyel as he tried desperately to stop the flow. Nothing he did seemed to work as th flames grew ever larger. He could only release it now. Extending his hand the ball of flame shot into the ground a few feet away and exploded in a burst. “Light!” Rhyel said as his focus completely left and he found himself backed away. “How is anyone supposed to fight when someone can do things like that?!” He said with a frustrated shake of his head. He hoped no one in the area had heard of the test but it was unlikely. This power was something he didn’t understand. Maybe he should have stayed in the tower. Learned the lessons and moved on.. no that was not him. He could not be cooped up in a tower. He belonged outside. “Let this light forsaken man teach me the power...” Rhyel muttered. “but I make my escape soon... I need to plan.”
A Teacher (part 2)
—————————— ...it hurt to hold the blade. Clenching his fingers around the hilt he turned the sword and read the inscribed letters down the flat of the blade. Tagari. His family name. Almost as if reading had brought back his pride he smiled. He had a few hours before Vrang wanted him. He was going to teach Rhyel to control Saidin. “The man is a fool.” Rhyel chuckled. “I will learn.. then I will escape.” And with that Rhyel set back to his forms. The warder who taught him what he knew was in his memory. Moon on the water. Moon rises over water. Arc of the moon. Kissing the added. Boar rushes down the mountain. Leaf on the breeze... each move flowing through each other though admittedly slower than usual. His fingers ached to be relieved of the duty but he forced on. Eventually not caring for the pain and only caring for the completion. His sword was his life. His sword was his honor. His sword was his path. Let someone try and stop him from traveling it.
—————————— Rhyels pain had begun to lessen as his hands became numb. He felt the man spit on his head as he spoke. “Taarthall” a pause. “What draws people there?” Rhyel answered with silence for that one. He knew little of the place. Only that it called to him. All that Rhyel could do now was plead more. And he was shocked when he heard Vrang issue for the sword to be given back. But shock once again turned to a flash of white when steel met cloth then flesh. It was hard to understand the man when every blow put an image of a wolf in his head but he heard. “Well, you have your blade back, and I have decided to take mercy on you, I will teach you to control Saidin. But at a price of course. There is always a price. Now I will heal your shoulder, but your fingers will remain broken until I am certain you will become an obedient pet.” The man crouched beside him and pat his head. How dare he. But then his bonds were released. He knew because as soon as he was able Rhyel jolted to a knee and tore the sword from his own flesh. His fingers struggling to hold the hilt steady. Part of him wanted to strike at Vrang but Rhyel knew as soon as he did it, it would be his last move. He sheathed the blade at his hip. And then with an evil grin Vrang healed him. It was torture he could feel his flesh mending but as it did it felt like flames danced along his skin doing more harm then good. However he stuck it out. When it was over Rhyel stood and glared at Vrang. “I will be no pet. You will get your due.” But he was already walking away. And now the boy... seven, was leading Rhyel away.
—————————— Rhyel sat on a broken chair in the place Vrang had so graciously provided. Nothing really. It was barren. The boy Seven basically just through him into the space. “Curse that boy...” Rhyel said but he was only the messenger of Vrangs commands. He could not harm him. Turning his attention to his hands he flexed his fingers. Pain. What did he expect. There was only one way to get them back to normal. The same way to get muscles working again after lack of use. Use them. Standing Rhyel drew his sword with his right hand and then with his left... (End part one)
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На днях встретился с другом детства, который живет сейчас в Канаде🇨🇦
🚨Поговорили про бизнес, про менталитет, про рынок Канады, Smm кстати там занимает очень огромную нишу.
👨🏽💻Жека занимается веб-дизайном и разработкой сайтов, так что будем плодотворно сотрудничать 1000000%.
👀На фото мы с его девушкой которая собственно из Эквадора (Инстаграм не знаю).
🙌🏻Очень круто осознавать, что многие из друзей выбирают путь развития и самореализации.
The Drums of War
Watching the man oggle over the chest of gold, Valgon continued.
"Now, you made mention of a weapon, Jandyas." The Commander gave a nod to his Second who produced a well oiled leather cloth from within his coat. Setting it upon the table, he carefully unwrapped it. Such a shock jolted through Zurich that his pipe fell to the floor. This time, it was Jandyas who offered an arrogant grin.
"This, my friend, is a Domination Band," the man said sneering at Valgon. "It is used to control a man who can channel the One Power. What better way to bring down the Ashaman than to use one of their own as a weapon?"
Retrieving his pipe from the floor, Valgon relit it using the candle nearest him. This was beyond his wildest dreams. How had the man aqcuired such a tool? Knowing the Bracelet required a woman to operate it briefly ran through his mind, but he would have to cross that bridge when he arrived. Taking a long drag from his pipe, he wondered how his agent in Tar Valon was fairing in capturing one of the Black Coated men who had remained in the city after the Bel Tine Ball. Grinning, he knew that his lovely niece Lucia would not fail him. She always had a way of seducing foolish men who thought too highly of themselves.
"Tell me Jandyas," Valgon said smiling at the man. "What do you know of a man by the name of Stonepaw? I hear the Black Tower has named him King of the Wolves..."
The Birth of an Alliance
Pacing the floor impatiently,Valgon awaited the arrival of Gyle and Jandyas. During the exchanging of letters, the Leader of the so called Cleansing had expressed interest at his offer of gold and arms. If all went well, these lunatics would play right into his hands. In one letter, the fool even claimed that he was in possession of a weapon that would make Valgon very happy if negotions went accordingly.
The common room was empty save for himself. His financial backers had saw to his need for privacy and had all but bought him the Crown Heir Inn near the Andorian Palace.
Sunlight flooded the room as the doors opened. Gyle, accompanied by two men, entered the common room, dusting themselves off from the ride. Greetings were exchanged and Valgon offered the men seating at the table in the center of the room. Sending Gyle to fetch wine, Valgon sat at the table's head, packing his pipe with fresh Ebou Dari Tabac.
A long silence echoed, each man in his own thoughts when Gyle returned bearing refreshments.
Standing, Zurich proposed a toast to the success to the birth of a new alliance.
Jandyas and Kaluarc nodded to one another and drank from their goblets.Talks ran well into the night when at last an agreement had been made. Valgon and Jandyas would form an alliance. Though Jandyas would remain in immediate command of The Order, Valgon would be named head Marshal. No decisions would be made without his final say.
Nodding to Gyle, Zurich smiled smuggly to The Cleansing's leader. Returning from the kitchens, Gyle carried a large chest heavy laden with coins and jewels. Valgon took great pleasure watching the eyes of Jandyas bulge from his head. "We have an accord, then," Valgon chuckled, exhaling several large clouds of pipe smoke into the air...
To Cleanse Saidin
The stillness of the morning stretched across the rolling hills on the outskirts of Andor. Shifting nervously in his saddle, Gyle Athenin muttered under his breath. Today he was acting on behalf of Valgon, playing emissary to the Order of the Cleansing. Shaking his head, he cursed the day he had met the crazed fanatic. In the beginning, it had began innocently enough. Zurich did not request much in those earlier days. A simple throat slitting here, a few broken legs there...Odd jobs that had provided silver to purchase his new bride the silks she desired. As time went on, Gyle found himself ever more entangled in the madman's web. Several months prior, he had tried to explain to Valgon that he wanted out of the business. To possibly take up a trade and make an honest living. What a mistake that had been. Soon after, he had discovered that he was always under the watchful eyes of men lurking in the shadows. His wife had told him more than once that she felt like she was being followed in the streets of Caemlyn. The only way to escape Zurich's clutches was death.
Hooves pounding on the cobblestone path ripped the young man from his troubled thoughts. Two riders from the east made their way toward him at a hard gallop. A weeks time had passed since Valgon and Jandyas Bachoron, leader of The Cleansing, had exhanged Letters via pigeon. Feeling his stomach sink, Gyle retrieved a white kerchief from his cloak and waved it four times, communicating who he was. Stepping down from his saddle, he tied off his mount to a tree not far from the trail and waited. Slowing their mounts, the two men circled around him several times before dismounting and tying off their steeds.
The Dark Council Ep2
Valgon licked at his dry lips, and told them of his plans. He explained how a group of lunatics were forming together under the belief that the Taint was not cleansed. How he planned to send Ryneth or Gyle as an emissary to bring them to his cause. He gave each member a confident stare in quick succession and continued.
"I request gold, and arms," he whispered, his throat feeling like aged parchment. "Even lunatics require full bellies and swords, if they are to rally behind me." The four members spoke a thousand words as they looked to one another. This time, a small man closest the woman spoke. "We will afford you coin enough for a season of campaign," the man said sounding bored. "You will be provided arms enough to outfit five hundred men."
Zurich felt his heart thumping through his cloak at the words. Before he had a chance to offer another bow, the melodious voice of the woman rang out once more.
"Anything you need outside of what we provide you will need to loot," she stated looking to the other three. "We will expect reports on you progress, Valgon. If you fail here, you will not live to see the Black Tower fall. Now leave us!" Stumbling into a final bow, he dashed from the chamber and down the hall. He needed a pipe of Tabac desperately. Algoro didn't give him a second glance as he darted through the door and into the alley.
He had done it! Enough coin to launch a campaign! Lighting his pipe and inhaling deeply he made his way out of the slums to find Gyle. He must be about his work swiftly.