The black is seeping from your eyes
more and more
it won’t run clear, never, no.
Lightens with every drop that splashes on the floor.
Lavender green, a million dreams
we can hold
without worrying
they’ll be stained.
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The black is seeping from your eyes
more and more
it won’t run clear, never, no.
Lightens with every drop that splashes on the floor.
Lavender green, a million dreams
we can hold
without worrying
they’ll be stained.
The cage rattles as the shrieks fill it up,
over-spilling the ribs to the point of cracking.
Look up,
look UP.
Don’t sink to the riverbed,
resurface and gasp for air.
Ignore the temptation
to sprint past go
until you’ve no go left.
Grip the safety line being thrown to you,
you know it’ll never be forced away.
You know you can’t push it away.
it approaches,
dusk creeping into my skin
but i’m not ready to sleep yet.
i can’t be petrified and forget
the smell of petrichor
as i walk through the long grass
in the mornings.
if it were another’s words
there would be no question that i would fight
but the fractal, small measurement of tar
blocking my ability
to raise fists,
forces me to kneel down and weep
as earth is piled over me.
My arms are full. I’m exhausted.
When I walk through the door
your smile caresses me
with the warmth of your hands – tea hands,
you would say if it were the other way around –
as you ease the weight away from me
and boil the kettle
to make a brew that will rest my entire body.
The dominant ones always puff out their chests
feathers on display
so you can’t help but notice
even though you never look directly at them.
Words pound into your eardrums
with more persistence than you can handle.
And all because they didn’t like that quiet was your ideal.
After the frost hardened the ground
rooting deep into its core
the body wept
it couldn’t foresee the warmth returning
to its heart to help bind it back together
and wind itself up to a regular thump
massaging out the creases and torn tissue
that forced it to shatter
summer came early that year
however
and surprised the body so completely
all it could do was keep on weeping
I never want you    to be anything less
than yourself around me    let yourself out fully, don’t    hold back
no matter what    tell me anything
bounce ideas off me like I’m a squash court
same with emotions: let them    out
laugh, cry, be low, be high
show me the darkness    show me the light
anything that’s on your mind, anything at all
I will always be a net to hold the rawest parts of you
Earlier this month, I received a copy of Will Save: The Nibiru Effect from the series’ author G. Sauvé in exchange for sharing news of its release with my readers if I thought they would enjoy it. I’m always thankful when other authors share their work with me, and as I’d been sent the blurb as well, I was genuinely excited to read it. It promised time travel, adventure and high stakes, all things that snag my interest.
The story follows the journey of Will Save, an orphan who knows nothing about his parents until the first hour of his fifteenth birthday, when his friend and mother figure reveals that she has been keeping a gift from his birth mother safe for all these years. Despite being tempted to give it to him earlier, she followed the precise instructions his mother had laid out and finally hands it over as soon as his birthday begins.
The gift contains a ring, with a message for Will to wear it all the time as it may protect him from harm. Alongside it is another note: his mother wants to meet him that day. Encouraged by his friend, he sets out to meet her, but while he’s waiting at the train station, he gets involved in a dangerous conflict with complete strangers who seem to possess a technology alien to his time.
One side of the conflict vanishes through a portal that suddenly appears at the twist of a ring looking oddly like Will’s own, disappearing before the other side can chase them.
Confused by what’s going on, Will ends up on the train tracks just as a train approaches, and with shouts from his new-found associates, activates the power of his own ring, opening another portal. With death by train the only other option, all three of them jump through the portal. The next thing Will knows is he’s in hospital, in a lost city that should no longer exist.
What follows is an engaging adventure into prehistoric times that involves meeting humanoids previously hidden from history, being chased (and nearly squashed) by dinosaurs, eaten by giant worms, threatened by dragons and lots and lots of lava, plus having to navigating the subtleties of teenage love.
The time travel element in this book is very different to others I’ve read in that it relies on the effect the planet Nibiru has on Earth when it nears it. It was a great thread to work into the plot, and was tied with myths of Atlantis (another favourite of mine).
What I truly loved about this book was the sheer imagination behind the world building. The detail was very vivid, and I had no problem picturing it all. I also enjoyed the characters and how they developed throughout, particularly one of the prehistoric humanoids, called Korri. I think out of everyone, he was my favourite.
Will himself is quite unusual as a protagonist, because he fully acknowledges his cowardice, selfishness and lack of empathy throughout most of the book, and yet despite knowing that, he struggles to change. Only when the stakes are well and truly high does he finally bring himself to step up and push through all of that. At times, I found him to be repetitive in his whines and complaints, but overall I thought he was quite well developed and believable.
There were also a few points in the book where I laughed aloud at some of the situations the group found themselves in. Some were so unpleasant I could feel it, and yet they were hilarious at the same time. Not to mention, there were several nights in a row where I found myself reading into the early hours of the morning because I was so wrapped up in the story that I didn’t want to let go.
The only complaint I had was that some of the writing was a bit clunky, but it wasn’t enough to put me off. It did take me a few chapters to come around to the idea that the story is told through memories discovered on discs by Will’s son, Will Jr., as at first I couldn’t see the relevance of including the son’s timeline, but the ending tied it all in for me and I was left with the right kind of questions the first book in a series should leave.
In conclusion, this is a fantastic debut and I’m truly looking forward to the next installment of Will’s adventures.
If you’re interested in finding out more about the book, here’s the author’s website:
The stench of the city is a tangible whiff
cutting into nostrils, goatees, wigs and quiffs.
The factories as they churn out smoke
Make the ladies clutch their handkerchiefs and the gentlemen choke.
The procession of children from the workhouse in boxes
Goes unnoticed by the gentry as they hide in shadow with doxies.
No, not doxies, my mistake – unfortunate women –
as if anyone cares to give them safer work for more than a shilling.
After a conversation between Stephen King and George R. R. Martin
Can you feel the paws in your throat
fur on your upper palate?
Poe with his Deus Ex Machina
gave me a rat, too.
A rat that morphed me, studious mouse, into top cat.
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