Power of words

She opened up the book and started to read out loud, whispering the words, as if telling a secret. Dangerous words had been written down long ago by her own hand, one that was now old and marked for the years who charged their price. Powerful words that were feared even while they were being written. But then, arent all words powerful? Hadn't she been taught that every word was dangerous and that writing was the most dangerous thing of all? The darkest and yet sweetest secret. Too much power was held in the hands of those who wrote. The written word, the spoken word. Words coming together to form an infinity of all things. They were too powerful to be held down, locked away in a piece of paper, yet humanity kept on doing just that. They say humans fear what they don't understand and yet... Yet they wrote. She always thought it was because they didn't know they didn't understand, they thought they did when in fact they didn't. So they lied to themselves, pretending to have absolute control, but they have always been mistaken. But she knew better than to pretend, life had taught her not to lie to herself. She had been young once, and fearless, and though many would still call her brave, she had the one secret fear that she had to face day by day: the fear of words.
She had spent her life being transported by them, using them as an escape from reality whenever reality felt like too much. Whenever reality made her sad or hurt or even bored. Whenever reality was too real for her to handle, she played with them and found her own place, her own worlds. And slowly, word by word, they got a hold on her. They emprisioned her in all those worlds, all those possibilities. Until she had been trapped in her escape route that somehow became a prison. They charged their price. And as she created life with words, life ran by outside without her being aware. Life happened and she was trapped. A different reality, far more dangerous than the reality she had tried to escape from. And yet far more fulfilling.
She had been young once, and her youth could be counted on the pages of the books she had read and written. The sunrise and sunsets could be measured by chapters. Chapters filled with pain and sorrow and love and happiness. Her dreams had been an epilogue of things to come. She had followed them and as dreams were lived, more would form.
Fear me, she could all but hear the words speaking to her even now, so many years later. Words forming more words that would form complete sentences that would join other words and sentences in a net of powerful roads, where each twist and turn would be filled with dangerous wonders. Her first words had been a prologue for all the things to come, and while living the last pages of her epilogue the words kept on. Fear me. Fear me for I am the life of all things. Fear me for I am peace and I am war. Fear me for I am old and young and ageless. Fear me for I'm what has been and what will be. Fear me for I am light and darkness. Fear me for you love me. Fear me for I am life.
Fear me.
And so she read out loud the one word that had had the power to destroy worlds. The last word of all stories, all books, all realities, all lives. She read the one word as her own story reached it's end.

Books read in January.

Okay so, as a book a holic, people are always asking me how many books I read through the year and I'm never sure, at all. Last year I tried to make a list of the books I read during it but let's just say I lost the damn paper and couldn't remember most of the names so... I'm trying a one list a month thing and this way I'll know which ones and be able to make a proper count at the end of the year. xD
I'm at a romantical month, one could say so xD Anyway, these are the books I read from beginning to end, I also started City of Ashes and I've been reading The Ocean at the End of the Land, but I decided they only count if I started and finished on the same month. Or in case of these two, they'll count on next month's when I do the February list. I may or may not do a little review on them later on but for now let me just say they're really good books, the first 14 by Nora Roberts and the last one from the series The Mortal Instruments.

Dark Witch
Daring to dream
Holding the dream
Finding the dream
Taming Tash
Luring a lady
Falling for Rachel
Convincing Alex
Waiting for Nick
Considering Kate
The Last Honest Woman
Dance to the Piper
Skin Deep
Without a Trace
City of Bones