Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Seventeen

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter SEVENTEEN

CONSTRICTING WEB

BlindSightLeoBookCoverThe emptiness of the apartment threatened to consume him. It was painful to pass Odette’s room or glance at it. The scents of her perfumes had faded, and he even missed her angry slamming of cupboards and doors. Somehow he managed to sleep for a handful of hours before waking up early and going to the pool again, unsure of what else he could do to clear his mind. On the way, he teleported, increasing the distance with each jump. He didn’t want to tell people about his gift until he had good control over it.

When Leocardo arrived at work, he saw Nate there as well and received a brief but firm brotherly embrace from him.

“Thanks Leo, I owe you one.” Nate’s face broke into a smile.

“Peter hired you, not me.”

“I owe you one. I’ll buy you a round, you choose!” Nate insisted.

Nate held Leocardo’s gaze for a moment, his eyes watering before marching off to work. Leocardo could see that he had done more than provide a job for Nate.

Work proved to be more of a blessing than a burden. There was a monotonous rhythm which he found familiar, easy and rewarding. It kept him from dwelling on the fact that there had been no calls from the hospital. Since Nate had been called back to work again, there was a new, uplifting mood at the bar. Whispers emerged between the co-workers, excluding Leocardo.

“Are you going to do anything?” Elizma asked Nate in soft tones, but Leocardo heard it. He hoped they were not trying to hide things from him.

“I don’t know…with Odette’s situation it’s really hard. I just got my job back. Usually Ana pushes me to do something, but she’s been somewhere else lately.” Nate’s voice grew too soft and Leocardo assumed Nate made a comment about him. “I don’t blame them, but yeah, I think I’ll call off the small party at the bar. It’s not the time for a party.” Continue reading

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beautiful-european-room“How can they not do something with this room? It’s so beautiful,” my sister said in awe. She took small steps towards the middle, scanning the walls and ceiling in admiration.

“The house is like the size of two mansions, but I guess this room is a lot smaller than the rest.” I shrugged. I didn’t get why they bought the biggest mansion on the island when they were only two people.

“I hope I end up as rich as them. I don’t care what dad says about money. He’s probably just bitter he didn’t end up as successful as his sister.”

I stared at her as she ventured towards the lone discoball on the ground. It scattered beautiful shards of light in the already stunning room.

“Would you do to me what she did to him?” I asked starkly, not walking further into the room.

She twisted around and frowned. “Really, Tomaz? I would never do that to you or anyone I cared about.”

“Okay, okay.” I put my hands up in surrender. “That was a bit harsh to ask I admit.”

My sister kicked the discoball a little. She was no longer admiring the room with wide eyes. “We don’t have to have history repeat itself in this family.”

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Book Review: Whipping Girl by Julia Serano

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Whipping Girl

by Julia Serano

genre: non-fiction, gender, feminism, transexuality, psychology, human sexuality

This book opens your eyes to numerous mind-blowing social processes you were probably unaware of. Find out why I gave it 5 out of 5 stars!

Summary

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A provocative manifesto, Whipping Girl tells the powerful story of Julia Serano, a transsexual woman whose supremely intelligent writing reflects her diverse background as a lesbian transgender activist and professional biologist. Serano shares her experiences and observations—both pre- and post-transition—to reveal the ways in which fear, suspicion, and dismissiveness toward femininity shape our societal attitudes toward trans women, as well as gender and sexuality as a whole.

Serano’s well-honed arguments stem from her ability to bridge the gap between the often-disparate biological and social perspectives on gender. She exposes how deep-rooted the cultural belief is that femininity is frivolous, weak, and passive, and how this “feminine” weakness exists only to attract and appease male desire.

In addition to debunking popular misconceptions about transsexuality, Serano makes the case that today’s feminists and transgender activist must work to embrace and empower femininity—in all of its wondrous forms.

Review

I have been particularly interested in transgender issues for a while now. I’ve watched lots of YouTube videos of transgender people sharing their experiences, talking about discrimination they face, and how to be respectful towards them (appropriate terms to use, questioning etc). I became intrigued by transgender people simply because I had never been exposed to anyone who identified so. My parents, while not hateful people, always found sexual minorities strange and unnatural. Their little comments about gay people or cross-dressers or some other sexual minority snuck into my mind somewhat. It snuck in my mind in the sense that until I exposed myself to numerous homosexual couples on YouTube, I found it strange to watch two people of the same sex kiss even though I passionately believed in their equal rights. Now it looks as natural as a man and a woman kissing. As I tried to become as socially aware of sexual minorities as I could, I noticed that a particular sexual minority seemed to garner more hate than the others, even though attitudes towards homo/bi-sexual people were improving by so much. Transgender people, particularly MTF transgender individuals (male-to-female). Hence, my desire to expose myself to some great transgender YouTubers. Continue reading

Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Sixteen

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter SIXTEEN

SILENT BEAUTY

BlindSightLeoBookCoverNext thing he knew he could feel someone softly breathing, they were close to his face. His eyes opened and he saw Ana dozing. A thin, streak of drool from her parted pink lips had dripped onto the pillow. He smiled and reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before placing his hand back under his head. His back ached from sleeping on the hard floor, but he didn’t care. Her face scrunched up and slowly, her eyelashes fluttered open.

Ana’s shocked eyes said it all. “You have to go,” she whispered, scrambling to her feet.

He understood her reaction and tried not to take her demands personally. He clambered to his feet, nodding as he went.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, and went to collect the papers strewn over the ground.

Ana pushed him over to the glass paneled windows which Leocardo had thought were only walls. Ana clicked something and the window opened wide enough to let him out. The air was cold, and snow was piled on the ground. Ana gave him instructions on how to escape without being caught. He could guess how serious the consequences would be for her if he was caught sneaking out. If any of her family members had found them only the most corrupt ideas would influence their thoughts, and he was sure he would not be allowed over anymore, despite his innocent intentions.

She pushed him out to the garden and he turned around, acting on impulse, and rested his hand on her lower back. He stared at her and leaned in, brushing his nose against hers. He loved her floral scent and her soft skin. After a few moments of silence, she whispered, “You have to go.”

There was a soft sound of protest from his lips as he continued one second longer. He pulled away and whispered, “I’ll see you soon.” Continue reading

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“Here ye here ye good people. The King invites you into the castle.” A beer-bellied man shouted down at us. I glanced nervously at my friend, afraid we… I would not fit in. She had her princess gown on, complete with corset, dangling arm things I didn’t know where a thing, elf ears, and a cape. Her friend wore entente, wings, a corset, and a tutu yet I was the one who felt out of place.

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What books would you recommend for Daenerys Targaryen?

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I love the Goodreads blog. I don’t read it often, but when I do it’s always a gem. The good people running the blog have created Listopia recommendations for some of the Game of Thrones characters.

For Daenerys’ Listopia, I’ve added Another Fine Myth and Myth Conceptions.

For Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger’s), I’ve added The Hunger Games.

If they had one for Jamie Lannister, I would recommend Oedipus Tyrannus.

Couldn’t resist voting for All My Friends are Dead for everyone.

Now it’s your turn! Tell us in the comments and then hop over to Goodreads to add your books or cast your votes.

Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Fifteen

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter FIFTEEN

TORN BY TURMOIL

BlindSightLeoBookCoverLeocardo ran into the hospital with barely any breath in his lungs. He saw Ana pacing back and forth with a blanket wrapped around her.

“Where is she?” he managed to gasp as he hurried toward her. Ana looked pale, but she still glowed in Leocardo’s eyes. She had found Odette.

“She is in isolation and unconscious. No one is allowed to see her until they know what is wrong.”

“What about Cielo? Was she with her?”

“Nate has Cielo. Give me your keys.” Ana offered to get some things from the apartment for Odette. “You can stay here in case she wakes up before I get back.”

Leocardo fumbled with his keys in his pocket, disorientated. The keys shimmered as he placed them in her hand. He took her hand in his, not yet ready to let her go. “But she’s alive, she’s okay?” he asked, trying to make sure that Odette was within one of these sterile white rooms, that she was in the hands of expert doctors.

“She is alive…I’ll be back.”

He stared at her with his eyes wide, panicked with fear. “Don’t take long,” he whispered as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. Ana was gone from sight within seconds and Leocardo had just enough energy to reach the chairs and slump into one, nearly falling unconscious.

He drifted in and out of consciousness as exhaustion and a need for sleep joined forces within his system. The adrenaline receded, and his eyelids struggled to stay open. To try and keep himself awake, his eyes flickered from the pristine white floor to his foot, and then to the people around him, doing anything he could to forget the gut wrenching experience he had just been put through, the endless streets, the constant stop and start motions, the wet cheeks and fractured speech.

Leocardo’s eyes flickered open and he saw Ana before him. “Hey…how long have you been there?”

“I just got back. Leo…I need to talk to you.” His exhausted brain had trouble paying attention to her words as she launched into dialogue without letting him fully wake up first. Continue reading

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by Gustav Johansson

“We should head back now. The sun is nearly gone.”

“She said she was meeting me here.”

“She said she’d meet you here an hour ago.” I put my hand on my friend’s shoulder and felt her curly, kinky hair caress my skin. “I don’t think she’s–“

“She’s coming,” she snapped. “You can go if you want, but I’m waiting.”

I retracted my hand and let out a small sigh. “I’m not leaving you alone.” I tightened my scarf around my neck, hid my hands in my coat pockets, and stared at the cathedral’s clock tower with her.

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Blind Sight: Leocardo | Chapter Fourteen

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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez

Chapter FOURTEEN

LOST AROMA

BlindSightLeoBookCoverThe library was not a good place to find out about the royal family’s dirty history. Everything he found had shed the Dawsons’ lineage in good light, of happy childhoods and honest rulings. The only corruption he could find was about 1902 in a book about Edaion Council history. Rather than wasting time on the royals he decided to investigate more about the word ‘seer’ and the woman who had been murdered.

Once again every book he grabbed that was remotely what he was looking for had history painted in happy golds and pure silvers. The search for the word took him to an interesting find; there was a legend about seers in Edaion. The legend involved some kind of cat and mouse game between the seers and an unknown other, but it became all so fantastical, even for Edaion standards, that Leocardo lost interest.

If Theodore had investigated the word seer it would have been for the crude meaning of the word, an individual with the gift of foresight. Maybe he was not looking at seer at all, it could have been the word below that Leocardo had not memorized.

Leocardo rose in a state of irritation, and marched toward the help desk. Before leaving he thought he would ask the only living thing amongst the dead pages of history, apart from himself, in the room. The man at the desk greeted him. His acne appeared to have multiplied since their last encounter.

Leocardo hesitated. “There are so many history books here… This might be a stupid question but do you know anything about the woman who was murdered in 1902? She was involved in the royal family versus council fiasco.”

The young man scratched his chin, irritating the red raw pimples. “I don’t, but my sister loves Edaionien history. She would probably know. She comes back from her work break in ten minutes. Do you mind waiting?”

“Not at all,” Leocardo replied, enthused. Unable to sit still, he paced the corridors, running his fingers along the books or shuffling them to one side. After ten minutes Leocardo darted back to the help desk to find a woman in her early thirties with a badge on her sweater.

Leocardo rested his arms on the desk. “Hello, I’m Leocardo. Your brother told me you knew a lot about Edaionien history.”

“My name is Kate,” she smiled warmly, a pair of dimples emerged. “I do, what would you like to know?” Continue reading

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