Ritual, the book... It's here!

This is not something that this blog usually gets used for, however tonight is the exception. A good friend of mine has written a book and it's called Ritual. It's just been published on Amazon and to be honest, I'm pretty excited about that so I have decided to give her a shout on here to help her out so that she can get her name in the mass media and in the world of the interweb.

The author is V L Young, she is a 20something who has been working her wee backside off for quite a long time, she is a film buff and really knows her stuff when it comes to all things fantasy, vampire or werewolf related. The book is all of those topics with action thrown in to the mix. 

I've started reading her work at the minute and will give a full review on here as soon as I finish reading, but how about you beat me to it and download your own copy from Amazon? Again, if you missed the title of the book it's Ritual by V L Young. 

She's also on  Facebook and Twitter
CHECK HER OUT! 


  

The bloody mess of the cross...

As I sat one day wondering everything away

I sat and watched the wonder of the cross.

I seen the cross, a bloody mess.

When I look to the cross, I see it empty,

But when I seen the cross,

today...

it was

different.

I look to the cross as an empty place,

But today what I seen

In amongst the bloody and tears

Was something strange.

Today the cross had many bags

Hanging off the wood

Open boxes sitting at the foot of the cross

I asked the Lord

What does this mean?

Lord, what do you want me to do?

Gently, he took me by the hand

Lord, where are we going?

His reply was nothing short of

beauty.

The day I died for you,

I took your all the baggage and

the boxes

filled with hurt.

I opened them up,

took out the pain.

But, Lord, did you leave the boxes empty I cried!

No, no my child.

I filled them with peace.

The bloody mess that I became?

It was so that you don't need to any more.

I sat one day wondering everything away

Gazing at the wonder of the cross.

That bloody mess, no longer empty.

That day I set down one more box.

Left it at the foot of the cross.