Devarelle Running


Book Description

The first leg of our journey was a whirlwind and I a butterfly. I have transformed since. Gone are the days of naive belief that stability was inevitable. Realization has hardened my skin and sharpened my senses. I strike back now. I understand aggression and the need to strike without hesitation. I know pain and welcome it now, if only to sand down the sharp relief of my previous oppression. I do not fear for the dimensions of me anymore for through discipline they have become clear and I am chagrined at my previous self underestimation. As well, for someone who was born immortal, I have been ignorant to the impact a short amount of time, layered with a crippling amount of incident, can have on a being. Our days are numbered, or so I believe, and our future unsure. This is my second journal and with each page my heart jumps from hope to havoc. We are but three women now alone in the wilderness of my home Zembeth, constantly staring at the sky, consistently dodging shadows, at risk from above and below. It is an unkind maze of things that would consume us. Myself, Britt and Sara started off into the Shalnes forest with little more than three horses and a few swords. We were running from heart break. We were fleeing for our lives. We have since overturned the world. I shall not promise a happy ending. I shall only give my word as the former Princess of Zembeth that I will do my duty and continue to document these days of rain and bloodshed, of violent dreams and harbingers of war and revolution. I will light you the way of our dark journey with these my words. Meriden of Fairfax – Outlaw of Zembeth




The Three Faces of Zembeth


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I am the princess of elves. I once believed my life to be set in stone, as most often do from day to day. It matters not if we are a prince or pauper, elf or gnome; we understand where we fit in the grand scheme of things. The sun comes up, the sun goes down, and we are assured of our very reality through simple objects and gestures. My warning is complete and, hereinafter, is not to be ignored. Never get too comfortable! I was guarded, I lived in a palace, and I was dug in to privilege as secure as any badger in a hole. One such as I, one schooled in magic and the unknown, failed to see the impending avalanche of "could never happen to me" rolling down the hill of my delusions that eventually wiped out the princess of elves and left you, my readers, with the wild–eyed beast at the end of this lesson. The pages you now turn are the polished version of my erratic and terrified scribblings written whilst flailing amid my personal avalanche. I wrote when I was so terrified that I felt as though my guts were turning to something akin to hot pig fat dripping from a pot. I wrote in the wake of losing my mother, being framed for her murder, losing my people and my magic. I wrote while I learned to use fist and sword to defend my life, despite my fragile size and psyche. I might have lost most of my mind for a time, but damn it, I remembered to write! So hold back what you may have believed of my kind for now. If you see me again, in some far–off land, hesitate to draw your conclusions. Don't let my ghost–white skin, ruby eyes, and pointed ears seduce your impression of what I really am. I am a princess, I am an elf, and once you know the full story, perhaps you shall understand the impact of the avalanche. Meriden of Fairfax Princess of Elves




Born to Run


Book Description

Recounts the author's experiences with the reclusive Tarahumara Indians, whose techniques allow them to run long distances with ease, and describes his training for a fifty-mile race with the tribe and a number of ultramarathoners.