Monthly Archives: February 2014


A swelling excitement was building in Darren’s chest. He watched as the sun began dipping behind the low clouds and the night air rolled in.

He could feel the crowd grow anxious, too. The ticket said, “Gates Open at Sunset.” Sunset was almost here.

An older man with a face full of whiskers eyed Darren while taking a long drag on a cigarette. Darren could tell from the pungent smell and bright yellow striping they were same kind Paul would steal out behind the gym sometimes.

The man nodded to Darren and held out the cigarette towards him. Darren gave a smile back and shook his head. He was already harboring a fake ID for this. He didn’t want to push the limit.

The man shrugged and turned back to the girl standing with him. A pretty blonde who was demanding some attention with her tight sweater mixed with a leather mini skirt.

From nowhere, Darren felt a hard nudge in his back and a hot breath on his neck.

“Don’t move, I’ve gotta 45 right in your spine. If you want to walk tomorrow, you’ll slip me your wallet and I’ll be on my way.”

Darren smirked and flipped around. “Well, maybe I’d believe you if you actually knew what a 45 was.”

Josh grinned and pulled his arms across his chest, “Touché, my friend, touché.”

Darren laughed and slapped Josh on the back, “Hey I’m glad you made it. I estimate,” he took a quick peek at the sun, “about fifteen minutes or so before we are in.”

“Well, I hope your estimating is a little off there. I’ve been holding it in since Alameda and, I gotta tell you, I’m close to bursting down there,” said Josh, tilting his head down low.

Darren rolled his eyes. “You’ll be alright. Nevermind that we are seventh in line to get the front seats, being first to the bathroom, that’s what really matters.”

Josh chuckled, “I can’t believe you are this far up. You must have been here, like what? Two, three hours early?”

Darren’s face gleamed, “Four hours, Josh. You know I’d do just about anything to see them up close. They’re the greatest band alive.”

“Yeah, yeah, greatest,” Josh lolled out. “You know, there is one great looking thing here.” He glanced over his shoulder at the blonde.

Darren snorted. “Like she would pay any attention to you.  You’re just a highschooler lucky enough for your parents to still fall for the ‘sleeping over’ lie.”

“You are, too,” Josh scowled.

Darren looked back over to the cigarette man who had pulled in the beauty close, whispering into her ear, making her let out sweet smiles. The girl reached into his pocket and pulled out some white pills and tossed them in her mouth. The man grabbed some for himself and followed it with a small bottle that he pulled from his coat. He down the dark liquid and tossed the bottle out on the grass.

Darren felt a mixture of disappointment and jealousy creeping into him. To just do as you please, no rules, no worries. He would have that freedom someday.

He heard a soft rumble that turned into a roar from the crowd. The sun had set. The gates had opened.

JUST FINISHED: The Boleyn King; The Boleyn Deceit

Author: Laura Andersen

Genre: Historical Fiction

Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars, 3.5 out of 5 stars

What if Anne Boleyn had had a son born to Henry VIII and wasn’t sentenced to death? Well, these two books take a stab at that theory, with a romantic twist (of course). We have at the center of the plot, four characters: Henry (King), Elizabeth (Princess), Minuette (Elizabeth’s Maid of Honor), and Dominic (Henry’s right hand man).

Andersen intertwines these characters to create a piece of historical fiction exploring the idea of these four being childhood friends and then coming into the power of “ruling” over England. In a way, these books are a coming of age tale for all four characters, learning the rudiments about life and love.

Surprisingly, I have enjoyed these books. I take to historical fiction, but tend to shy away from any novels that like to circle around love triangles. I find them cheesy and, frankly, a little to unbelievable in most cases. But, in this case, Andersen puts just the right amount of the love story bits in. Enough to keep me engaged but not roll my eyes, if you will.

My biggest complaint for this series so far is the lack of character progression from three of the leads. Out of the four, only the character Dominic has revealed his personality beyond that of what was outlined in the beginning of the series. I feel like he is the only character entertaining some mystery and making some “I didn’t see that coming” types of decisions. Maybe this is on purpose?  Maybe Andersen wanted the characters to come off that way? I don’t particularly like being able to tell how a character will respond to a situation, but perhaps there is some intention behind it that will be revealed in the third book to come…

If you are a fan of the Tudor period with all its glamour and romance, I would recommend this series to you. Otherwise, I advise to stay away.


Listen to it,

creak and moan.

That house on the hill,

once called a home.


In its corridors,

dark shadows lurk.

Gliding in and out,

never to be a dearth.


Its floorboards are ragged,

worn and splintered.

The walls are rotting,

weak and withered.


Glass covers the ground,

from windows shattered.

The slivers glitter,

in the moonlight’s pattern.


They are tears crying,

for a past forgotten.

Memories have faded,

love has fallen.


In the fury of the wind,

I watch it sway.

How much longer

can it remain?