The Other Side

CrystalShe pushed her breath out in tight bursts as she scrambled between the house-sized rocks that had, in some past epoch, tumbled from the cliffs above turning the valley floor into a maze of rock and stone. The black sky shone above, its smooth face unmarred by even a single pinprick of light. It was the sort of day she loved.

She moved fast. She’d never been to this section of the narrows before but that mattered little. Her body knew how to climb, jump, squirm, and squeeze so well she barely spared a thought for such things. A fine film of powdered rock and dusk lined her arms, her face, she could feel its grit collected at the sides of her nose and between the teeth she clenched and unclenched as she moved. She could feel the muscles at the bottoms of her cheeks jumping and twitching in response.

She came to a small crack at the base of a tower of stone that otherwise completely blocked her way forward. She crouched low, twisted her body sideways, and slipped through without a thought. Unyielding stone scraped at her fine skin, removing a layer from her left cheek and the knuckles of both hands.

Her people never explored the narrows. It was dangerous, they said. There were… things… that lurked here, they said. There were wild magics that could hold a person in thrall until they wasted away and their bones turned to dust. There was even light, they said.

She’d come, at first, in search of these things. But all she’d found was dirt and stone and a sort of solace she’d never found anywhere else. In the narrows, the only sounds were the wind whistling through tight alleys and cracks of stone, the occasional trill of a canyon wren, and the scuff of her calloused heels on dusty stone. The only rules were those she made up herself, and she’d made up only one so far. There must never be any further rules.

The crack she moved through tightened further, but she could see a vague glowing whiteness ahead, something brilliantly white almost glowing in the cool darkness of the day, and it was close. She took a deep breath and held it briefly before pushing it all out, collapsing her lungs as much as she could. She scrunched down lower, the crack widened a tiny bit down low, and shoved herself through.

She tumbled out into a wide cavern and looked about in surprise. Cobwebs hung in tattered strings in the corners, a layer of dust covered the floor so thickly her bare feet left clearly defined imprints behind. To her surprise there were stone benches scattered about the room, most lying cracked and broken now. The room was old, clearly unused for a long time.

Along the far wall, an expanse of crystal stretched from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, glimmering white in the cool darkness. The expanse of crystal was so thin she could see through it to the other side. And on the other side, a light so brilliantly white she could see little more than vague shapes and shadows.

She held back at first, fear strumming her nerves like instrument strings. Light. The great enemy of her people. Something that robbed them of their sight, that burned their pale skin to deep blistering shades of red, and most terrifyingly of all, housed the others. Those with eyes so dark they could see right through that blinding whiteness, and skin so black even fire couldn’t burn it.

But while the sheer whiteness on the other side made it difficult for her to see details, it did not burn her eyes. She glanced from one side to the other, scanning the room around her. Her vision was as clear as it ever was. The fear plucking at her nerves subsided a little, and excitement began to run in its place. She moved forward a step, the forward momentum of her foot seeming to take an entire month to complete. A second step, a third, and time seemed to both speed up and slow down simultaneously, as if her mind now moved so quickly it felt as if it took an epoch for her body to catch up.

And then she was there, forehead leaning gently against the clear crystal surface, both hands splayed along its smoothness. She narrowed her eyes, willing them to pierce the blinding whiteness and reveal the secrets it conspired to hide. A room, but beautiful and shining where hers was old and in ruins. Colors seemed to cover the walls, colors of a brightness and hue she’d never imagined could exist. She pressed her forehead against the crystal wall, the last of the fear she’d felt at the realization of light vanished, the desire to see those colors, to touch them, overrode everything else.

In the center of the room was something that looked like a sort of sofa. Brown, she thought, maybe wood, maybe stone, but polished to a warm glow in the brightness of the other side and covered with something… fabric maybe. But fabric that danced and cavorted with color and shapes so fine she couldn’t quite make them out through the blinding light.

She stared through the looking glass as the day grew old behind her. Beyond the narrows, the first flickering star made its debut in the lightening sky. At the far edge of the horizon, a soft pink stain formed and grew, slowly stretching long fingers across the sky. As she strained her eyes against the glare of the far side, her own people hurried home as the brightness of night grew around them.

In the narrows, in that small room lost to time, she stared. Stared as the burning bright light on the other side faded into dusk, finer details began to reveal themselves to her thirsting eyes. Brilliantly feathered birds with jeweled eyes cavorted along marble-white walls. A fireplace, mantle of living tree, huddled hungrily on the far side. And in the center, a reclining sofa made of shining tiger eye stone rested at ease, padded by thick layers of feathered pelts in ruby reds, sapphire blues, amethyst purples and smoldering oranges. And atop them, a dark shadow reclined.

With a gasp, she jerked her head back before thrusting it forward once again, clacking her curling horns sharply against the crystal barrier. It was one of them. One of the others. She inhaled sharply and held her breath as its head turned toward her, eyes open wide in surprise. She watched as the figure climbed to its feet, facing her.

The burning whiteness of that other place had faded enough that she could see his eyes glittering like shards of obsidian. His dark skin stood out starkly, breathtakingly beautifully, from the color of the room behind him, and his body rippled as he moved toward her.

The soft pink light of the approaching night had finally made its way through the myriad cracks and valleys of the barrens and filled the room around her with a soft glow. The light in that other place faded quickly now, a cool darkness suffusing what had been a blazing fire of light a short time before.

A strange sort of equilibrium settled over both rooms, as heat seeks the balance of coolness, and wet the balance of dryness, light reached across that crystal boundary in search of balancing darkness. He tilted his head to one side and she could see the curling thickness of one of his spiraling horns, larger, darker, but otherwise so like her own. He lifted a hand then, placing it over hers, his skin black as night, hers as white as the marble lining that far room. A sigh passed through them, through the crystalline barrier, through both her room and that other room, as light and darkness came into balance. She felt her own breath pass from her lips, heard his do the same. She felt his touch, warm and dry and direct. She turned her pale blue eyes to his glittering black ones and they breathed. One moment. Two. An eternity in an instant. And then the balance was broken. The last of the light drained out of his room, the pink glow of her nighttime sun filled hers, and the thin crystalline skin between worlds separated them once again.

Top 10 Favorite Fantasy Quotes

best fantasy quotesAs readers, we all love language and story, and when I run across something particularly profound, or gut-wrenching, world-changing, or just plain unexpected and funny I always capture them for easy reference later. This is one thing I love about the Kindle, it’s so easy to mark my favorite fantasy quotes and to share them, too. I’ve collected an impressive number of these over the years. Here is a selection, from books I’ve read somewhat recently.

“People can do terrible things when they feel safe and powerful.”
~ The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, by Becky Chambers

“Of course, you couldn’t stab a stranger in the heart with one of their fence boards, but they sure looked nice.”
~ Wake of Vultures, by Lila Bowen

“If Spells could be cast by pure drama of gesture, she would have been a veritable sorceress.”
~ Sorcerer to the Crown, by Zen Cho

“The things we hold in reverence reflect our nature,” said Fren. “Warlike people worship jealous gods and build their altars of steel. Those who love wealth build their altars of gold. Content people build their altars of love.”
~ The Summer Dragon, by Todd Lockwood

“You know… no matter what you do, people are going to expect you to be someone you’re not. But if you’re clever and lucky and work your butt off, then you get to be surrounded by people who expect you to be the person you wish you were.”
~ All the Birds in the Sky, by Jane Anders

“We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.”
~ The Handmaids Tale, by Margaret Atwood

“There are some awful things in the world, it’s true, but there are also some great books.”
~ Among Others, by Jo Walton

“Let’s start with the end of the world, why don’t we?”
~The Fifth Season, by N.K. Jemisin

“I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix.”
~The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern

“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”
~ Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns

What are some of your favorite fantasy quotes? Please, share them in the comments below.

k.

A Stitch in Time Can Cost You More, by Hamilton Kohl

A Stitch in TimeI could always use a little more time and it just so happened that the gentleman seated across the aisle from me wore a rather nice black and gold Movado. I wore a flat gray quartz, well worn and nothing to look at, but it held time to perfection. Only amateurs wore anything with more than a ten-second variance. (Per annum mind you, not some department store model that could lose thirty ticks every month.)

But it wasn’t the old man’s timepiece that caught my eye; he was running a full two minutes fast. How long had the fool been walking around carrying all that extra time?

“Nice watch you have there,” I said, loudly enough to get his attention.

He peered over the top of his paper, unsure if I was addressing him or the clueless skirt and blouse wearing office drone to his right. I swapped my normal wolfish grin for a sheepish smile.

“Your watch-” I said again, and brandished my own plain affair. I tapped the face in case my words were lost over the steady click-clack cadence of the train, “-it’s very sharp.”

His interest piqued, he folded the paper and laid it across his lap. “Not too many young men care to wear a traditional timepiece nowadays.”

“Savages.” I replied, to which he laughed. When he was done I continued to soften him up. “Can I have a look?”

“Be my guest,” he said, and extended his arm across the aisle to me, “but mind the finger prints… please.”

I gave him my best earnest nod. “Of course,” I replied, and took him by the wrist making a show of examining the face. I oohed and aahed at the fine cut of the inlay and the understated elegance of the black leather strap.

I met his eye and held his gaze fast while my thumb swept counter clockwise over the minute hand and I whispered a perfectly timed incantation.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that last bit,” he prompted, as he sat back in his seat.

I held up my own watch again. “I’m afraid it will be some time before I can afford anything as nice as that.”

He laughed at my pun and added his own: “your ‘time’ will come, young man.”

The brakes squealed and the train swayed as we entered the station. I was prepared to make my exit, but he rose from his seat instead and we exchanged goodbyes.

I looked down at my quartz and smiled. One hundred and twenty seconds stitched in time; enough to hop past a problem or even slide back for a quick do-over.

I glanced over my shoulder as the train began to pull away and nearly jumped out of my seat. He stood outside the window and made a show of checking the time. “Thank you,” he shouted through the glass, “You’ve relieved me of the worst two minutes I’ve had all week. I wouldn’t try using them if I were you though.” A wolfish grin split his face as the platform disappeared from view.

~ The End ~

 

As a husband and father of two, Hamilton Kohl frequently finds himself in need of a couple additional minutes on most days. He writes from his cubicle in the scant seconds when his corporate overlords aren’t looking over his shoulder. He hasn’t owned a watch in years.

Four Fantastical Fire Pits for Fall

Last night I harvested the last of the corn from the garden. In the mountains, the leaves of the Aspens are taking on a shimmering golden glow. Like it or not, fall is in the air, and that means fire pit season is upon us!

Of course, you can light a fire in any old ring of stone, but why settle for the ho hum when you can have a fantastical fire pit instead? I scoured Pinterest and the interwebs for some of the best, and these were my favorites.

Dragon Fire Pit

 

 

The folks at the Fire Pit Gallery sell this beauty. Seriously, what goes together better than dragons and fire?  This is an original piece of art by Melissa Crisp – each fire pit is hand cut and numbered, and comes with a lifetime warranty.

 

 

 

 

The One Ring Fire Pit

 

Homecrux.com took the idea of a fire ring to an entirely new level with this gorgeous fantastical fire pit. The One Ring. In your backyard. You can even cook some hot dogs over the top of it, though I’m not sure I’d recommend such a thing. 😉

 

 

fantastical fire pit - witch kind of angmar fire pit

 

 

 

Continuing the Lord of the Rings trend is this Witch Kind of Angmar fire pit by the fine folks over at Burned by Design. I love the rough design of this fantastical fire pit, the heavy seams, the chain base… what a gorgeous pit!

 

 

 

fantastical fire pit - Phoenix Fire Pit

 

 

The Fire Pit Gallery does it again with this Phoenix Rising fire pit. I love the look of the flames licking through this Phoenix! Absolutely gorgeous! Much like the dragon above, this is a custom piece of art designed by Melissa Crisp. I adore her work, can you tell?

 

 

 

Do you have a fantasy themed fire pit you love? Share it in the comments!

 

Divorce is About Power – Even in Fantasy Literature

divorce is about power - tornadoDisclosure: This post contains affiliate links.

A few weeks back Tor.com published an article written by Anise K. Strong called Beyond Happily Ever After Divorce Should be an Option in Fantasy Fiction. It was an excellent article, and it got me thinking about power, about who has it and who doesn’t, and how this is depicted and communicated in story. At its core, divorce is about power, and as such, is well worth consideration when building a world.

At the same time, patriarchy and sexism have actual societal consequences; you cannot just create a world where women can become fighters and everyone wears a magic birth control necklace and expect that nothing else will change.

The question of who has power and who doesn’t in the world you are building has a profound impact on the characters that move through it. Battle hardened women in control of their own reproductive fates are not likely to tolerate a governing system that treats them as second class citizens or attempts to control who they can have sex with. Abusive partners might think twice before battering a woman that is just as gifted with a sword as he is. Raping and pillaging takes a decided turn when those you want to rape and pillage fight back with equal vigor and strength, either physically or by turning the political or economic might of a nation against you for your transgressions.

There is no shortage of discussion these days about diversity in fantasy, and even in the realms of epic and high fantasy, the tides are changing in response. We see a lot of kick-ass women and people of varying races these days. But we’re not seeing a lot of divorces to go along with these changes, and we should be.

Anise K. Strong has a new book out called Prostitutes and Matrons in the Roman World. (Affiliate Link, see below.) It looks like an excellent reference book for anyone looking to bring additional dimension to their writing. As well, of course, as for anyone interested in Roman history!

I frequently use folklore, mythology, and history as inspiration for my books. My book shelves are lined with texts such as this one, so I have no reservation about recommending this book. And YES, this is an Amazon affiliate link. If you buy using this link I get some pie money. 🙂

 

 

 

A Dying Land – Cover Reveal!

A Dying Land CoverIt’s hard to believe, that A Dying Land is almost here, and I’m so excited to share the cover and blurb with you today!

A Dying Land is the second book in an epic fantasy/sword and sorcery serial series I’m currently working on. Each book is about 150 pages long, and a new book is released every January and June. It follows the trials and terrors of Ling, a young woman who discovers she’s actually a changeling.

She begins her journey in Across the Darkling Sea intent on finding the warlock that cursed her family and convincing him to break the curse. But she soon finds out there is much more going on than she ever could have imagined.

In A Dying Land Ling soon find herself embroiled in a centuries-long war between a species of magical beings called the Mari and the warlocks. She feels her original quest, to break the curse and restore Evelyn’s life, slipping from her fingers. How do you choose between saving those you love and saving… everyone else?

Evelyn always believed that warlocks and monsters were nothing more than fairy tales used by tired parents to scare their kids into staying in bed at night. The truth is far more terrifying.

Far from home and, with no one she can trust, Ling finds herself caught in the powerful currents of a centuries-long war that threatens the lives of everyone she holds most dear. As she journeys deep into the Colli Terra on the mythical island of Marique, she finds herself faced with a decision: Should she continue her single-minded quest to break the spell that holds her family in thrall? Or should she succumb to the pull of war and join a battle between two races fighting for their very survival?

I am currently looking to build a list of advanced readers for A Dying Land. If you are interested in getting an advanced eCopy of this book in exchange for an honest review, please email me at k @ kferrin.com.

For more adventures, please check out my currently stand-alone novel Magicless as well!

 

Indie Author Month!

Across the Darkling Sea coverWow, what a start to the April celebration of indie authors! Only four days in but my reading list is already piling up! Thank you so much for joining us. I might be biased, but I think Indie authors are driving some of the coolest trends around when it comes to fiction. As a rule, they are a group of inspiring and talented authors interested in knowing every angle of the writing business. I knew from the beginning I wanted to go indie, and it is so much fun participating in this dynamic community.

If you want to start at the beginning (and I know you do) check out Zach’s post from April 1st. You can follow the chain from there! There are also a TON of other festivities this month, so don’t forget to check out our Facebook page for information on giveaways, read alongs and other cool book related geekery.

As for me, I like it weird. I’m a sucker for monsters, stories about bizarre folklore and superstitions, and the strange sorts of creatures born from the darker aspects of the human psyche. I write fantasy, but I often pull from folklore in my writing. I’ve discovered over the years that truth often is far stranger than anything you encounter in fiction. I’ve got an impressive book collection on the occult.

You can find some of my writings on these topics here on this blog. As a sampling, you can find stories about the Malleus Maleficarum (talk about some dark and scary stuff, all non-fiction), or horrifying stories about people’s belief in fairies and changeling’s that I dug up while researching changelings for my current series of books (more on this topic below). I’ve got all sorts of monsters over here, such as the the Naga dragons of Cambodia or the Native American Paisa. And of course, I’m a geek, so there’s plenty of geekery to be had here.

I also love pie. This might be the most important thing about me.

What else… I am a beekeeper. I’ve got two hives in my backyard, and when I go out to work on them I wear the full beekeeping outfit. I always feel like quite the fashion star while doing this. I’ve got a pretty large garden where I grow about every sort of fruit or vegetable that will grow here in Colorado, and I pickle it and preserve it all through summer. And I travel quite a bit. I’ve been to well over twenty countries. Also, I’ve eaten maggots. That’s a thing you now know. (Also, I feel compelled to inform you that I will not do it again. Except maybe in the event of a zombie apocalypse.)

Magicless book coverAnd of course, I’m also a fantasy writer. I spin magic into words, the way Rumpelstiltskin weaves straw into gold, and let them free in the world in the hopes of entertaining some of you fine folks. I have two books out now. The first, Magicless, is a stand alone YA fantasy novel. Across the Darkling Sea is the first in a new series I’m writing, the second book (A Dying Land) will be available in June of this year. I can’t share the cover with you yet, but I will be sharing it with my newsletter subscribers next week so sign up if you are interested. I’m also looking for advanced reviewers for A Dying Land. If you are interested in getting an advanced copy to review, please shoot me an email and let me know.

So now you know a little bit about me. What about you? I’d love to hear some interesting tidbits about all of you, leave a little something in the comments if you would. Tomorrow, hop on over to www.jpcawood.com for some Love From Mars, as well as some other stories.

Happy Reading,

K.

 

 

The Evil Eye – Alaia Baque

evil eyeMost of us have heard of the evil eye. This superstition holds that one person can cause misfortune or even bodily injury to another person by glaring at them malevolently. The oldest documentation of this superstition is from ancient Greece, but it has occurred frequently over the years in many cultures. Stories of the evil eye occur in the old testament, across Greece, Egypt, Turkey, Spain and Mexico, among others.

It would be easy to dismiss this as nonsense from a bygone era, but belief in the evil eye is still strong even today, all over the world. There’s even an online store that sells almost exclusively evil eye related goods.

All this is fine and dandy of course. Wearing evil eye jewelry is harmless, it’s just a matter of personal taste, right? Yes. Until it isn’t. A belief in superstition and folklore unmitigated by reason and science often leads to dark places and even darker acts.

In August of 2016, in Queens NY, a five month old girl by the name of Alaia Baque, died as a result of fatal injuries that included eight separate skull fractures as well as a hemorrhage in one eye suggesting she’d been violently shaken.

As the story emerged it was revealed that Alaia was a fussy baby, frequently crying. Her father, Jorge, felt Alaia was rejecting him, that she cried most frequently when he was around.

Rather than take the child to a doctor or reaching out to others for help, the parents reported that they rolled a raw egg — in its shell — on the baby’s skin to attempt to discover what the problem might be. Afterward, they cracked it open. They decided the yolk ‘looked bad’ and determined to take the child to a priestess for help.

They took the child to a  priestess (some reports say she was a voodoo priestess, but this does not seem to be corroborated) who purportedly swaddled the child and rolled her about on the ground in an effort to cure her of the evil eye.

The parents accused the priestess of killing the child, but investigators were not convinced. The injuries were consistent with being stomped or hit with a blunt object. The father has been charged and is awaiting trial.

k

10 Amazing Fantasy Authors Who Are Women of Color

women of colorLike most of you, I grew up on Fantasy. I’d have to verify this with my mom, but I’m pretty certain I came out of the womb with a fantasy novel in hand (much to her dismay). Also like most of you, for many years, the books I read took place in a European middle ages sort of setting, had male protagonists (always assumed white) and were written by white men.

This left an impression on me. When I first began writing, all of my stories took place in a middle ages European type of setting, they all had male protagonists (always assumed white), with as few women in them as I could get away with. None of those stories have even made it past my elementary school writing teachers. But they are back there.

In some ways, my winding path through fantasy over the years of my life has been about finding and discovering myself in the books I read. It has been an inspiring journey truth be told. There are some amazing women out there writing truly amazing fantasy. More recently, though, this search for women in fantasy has evolved into a search for something that seemed even more rare. Fantasy written by women of color.

For most Americans, we hear so infrequently about women of color writing fantasy that it would be easy to think they simply aren’t writing any of it. But you would be wrong.

Below is a list of ten authors, all women of color, you should definitely read this year if you’ve not read them already. And don’t forget, drop a review on Amazon and/or GoodReads after you’ve had a chance to read them. Reviews are gold for authors.

Sabaa Tahir

Sabaa  Tahir’s debut book, a young adult fantasy novel called An Ember in the Ashes, ended up on the New York Times Best Seller List and won several other awards in 2015. The second book of the series, A Torch Against the Night, is also available, and has also ended up on several best seller lists. These books are amazing. Don’t let the YA tag put you off, these books are gritty.

Octavia Butler

Truth be told, Octavia Butler is more of a sci fi writer than a fantasy writer, but many of her books blur the boundaries of these two, and I simply could not leave her off of this list. Regardless of which book you choose to start with, be prepared to head out on a deep and meaningful journey.

NK Jemisin

NK Jemisin burst onto the fantasy scene with The Hundred Thousand Kingdom’s trilogy and she’s not been out of the spotlight since. And rightly so. Her newest series, The Broken Earth, kicked into gear with The Fifth Season and won a Hugo for best novel in 2016. I’ve read her Dream Blood books and adored them. I’ll soon be sinking my teeth into The Fifth Season, I can’t wait!

Nalo Hopkinson

Nalo Hopkinson is a new name for me and I’ve not read any of her books. When I posted a query to a Facebook group I’m a member of, however, her name kept popping up as recommended reading. I’ll be starting my exploration of her novels with The Salt Road, a Nebula finalist. If The Salt Road doesn’t grab you keep scrolling, she’s got a number of books out.

Nnedi Okorafor

I recently read Who Fears Death, a World Fantasy Award finalist, and I instantly fell in love with its blend of folklore, tradition, and fantasy. It was a wonderful story, in a setting quite far from the usual rolling green hills of England.

Helen Oyeyemi

Helen is another new author for me. But again, her name popped up frequently when asking for book recommendations. White is for Witching is at the top of my list. It is set in England (Oyeyemi is a British author), but it’s explorations of race, nationality, and family legacies makes it a compelling read.

Alaya Johnson

Set in the tropics of Brazil, The Summer Prince is the book that comes up most often when I talk with people about Alaya Johnson. It’s described on Amazon as “A heart-stopping story of love, death, technology, and art set amid the tropics of a futuristic Brazil.” The setting alone is enough to draw me in, but the focus on art definitely sealed the deal.

Jewelle Gomez

I stumbled on Jewelle Gomez’s The Gilda Stories earlier this year while seeking out books to read on my vacation. I do like vampires, but I’m pretty picky about them. (They can’t shimmer in the daylight, as an example.) While The Gilda Stories didn’t have the same erotic overtones as other vampire novels, I believe that is exactly the point. I greatly enjoyed this book. It was sort of a Dickens meets Interview with a Vampire, and was quite wonderful.

Larissa Lai

When Fox is a Thousand hit my reading list in February. I’ve not had a chance to dig my teeth into it yet. I’m really looking forward to a lazy Saturday afternoon with this book open on my lap. Magical, poetic, rich with folklore and fairy tale are how others describe this book. I love the blending of folklore into fantasy, so this book is right in my wheelhouse.

Marie Lu

My first run in with Marie Lu was at a writers conference in Colorado a number of years back. She was delightful, and after hearing her speak and chatting with her I decided to pick up her young adult novel Legend. I was instantly hooked. She’s completed the Legend series, and has a second series out as well called The Young Elites that I’ve not had the opportunity to read as of yet.

 

I’m a book worm. I’d love to spend more time reading, but like most of us, I squeeze my reading time between my day job, my writing time, and trips to the gym. There are always more books being added to the leaning pile of books than I take off. This, however, is a wonderful problem to have! What are some of your favorite fantasy novels written by women of color?

k

Six Amazing Fantasy Pinterest Boards

fantasy pinterest boardsI love Pinterest. Yes, I do use it to house an ever growing list of recipes. And, yes, I do use it to get ideas for party themes and decor (I’m a huge Halloween fan, and throw a massive party every year). But I ALSO use it to feed my geeky fantasy loving soul. Here are some great fantasy pinterest boards to help you get your geek on!

Lego:

Oh lord Cthulu is there some awesome stuff on this board. Look, I don’t play with Lego. I also don’t have kids. But this site is filled to bursting with the sort of creative geeks that make us all swoon. Star Wars? Check. Terminator? Check. Dwarves? Check. Chickens with uzis? Yep. This board as 2,300 pins to keep you entertained, and 1.4 million (MILLION) followers. It’s well worth a visit.

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