I have done so much world-building for this story, I can't believe it myself! And I want to share some with you. Project Feather centres around 3 young women: Maiamara, Acheron and Solene. They live in the world Karada, where everything has a deeper meaning than it seems. The different 'regions' are named after parts of the body, with Kard ía -- the heart -- being the centre of our plot. For one reason or another, they all end up at The Atlantic Academy: a school for Dragons.

Fantasy Year: 2978 “Woop woop!” Sapphire does an air pump with her human hand, jumping up. “It’s MAASS!” She taps on everyone’s doors with her bionic hand, causing an echo throughout each of their rooms. “Is that another crazy acronym for something?” Amethyst pushes the door open, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Yes, and no." Sapphire appears before her, some of the others gathering behind her. "No, because it's the official name for this holy day, but also I made up an acronym

Fantasy I take my sword from where it leans against the wall before leaving the longhouse where I live. It's J ól again, meaning fires to light up and hearts to warm! Well, the lighting fires will be the easy part. Being a fire incarnate is not the best for your joyful attitude. Gary is outside my door, and he greets me with a grin. "Good day, Fire Lord." With my hand, I push against his chest playfully. "Good Day, Pathetic Servant." "How mean." He mocks with a pout. "How ann

Fantasy? (Yes. That question mark is meant to be there.) Within the Advent candles, Joy is special. It's always a different colour. Hope, peace and love are always (or most of the time) purple. But Joy is always pink. Why is Joy 'special'? Magdalen knew better than anyone. She had experienced it first-hand, many years before, as a young girl. Think the early 2010s. A teenager, maybe 13 or 14. The least eager girl you’ve ever seen. Christmas, to her, was a time to get gifts, a

Freshly baked cookies. Mmmm. You can just imagine it. Sitting on the table, greeting all those who live in the house. The smell of sugar wafting in the air, kissing you sweetly on the cheek. Chocolate chip, sugar cookies, take your pick. But I'm making gingerbread. I'll first buy a gingerbread house-making kit, but whip up an extra batch of icing, because the kits never give you enough. I would make the flat gingerbread pieces myself, but every time I try, the house looks mor

Fantasy There is a word in German which I want to tell you about: Vorfruede. It’s one of those ‘untranslatable’ words, which encapsulates the “joy on anticipation”. It literally means before (vor) joy (fruede). I think you can tell where this is going. Throughout the month of December, I hope we’ll bring about Vorfruede, by exploring the meanings of Christmas one at a time, from the 1st to the 25th of December. Now, I have to go through some of the maintenance before we can c