Posty

Short about an author

Karolina "Lilianlola" Czaplińska- young and beginning writer and poet. She was born in 1995 year in Strzelin. By 19 years she lived there with her parents. In the age of 16 she learnt in Private Female High School of Ursulines Rome Union Sisters in Wrocław (where by 2 years she lived in boarding school). Today that High School is a public and co-educational. After passing A-levels exams in 2014 year, she has moved out to Germany, where she had learned German culture. Since 2019 she lives in other country and city (unfortunately from the reason of stalking we can't write where). Also she writes science articles to books. Every day she is calm, young student and blogger. She is knowing from blogs like "The Diary Of Feelings/ Pamiętnik Uczuć" and "Słowa/Words". This story Karolina has wrote since her late teens. Today she renovates this saga to show for teenagers, our world isn't beautiful and colourful like in "Twilight" or "Fallen&quo
All seven parts of Oriana and Paulus' adventures I am dedicating for teenagers, above fifteen years old, my readers, friends and family. Karolina (Caroline) "Lilianlola" Czaplińska 

Prologue

Obraz
This story, wich I'll tell you is based on my imagination. It was thinking it out at the room number 6 in Part B in Boarding School of Ursulines Sisters' Private Female High School in Wrocław. Today that school is a public and co-educational. The story has got its beginnings in a Ciriath land, where you can come only by sailing in a navy blue boat from Gweedore town (Gaoth Dobhair). Clady River, which is located there runs to Inishsirrer Island by Gola and Inishmeane Islands. They are on Ireland's open waters- Clady River ends in The North Atlantic Ocean. On a little part of Inishsirrer Island, on the left from Tory Island's is a beach. There, at the midnight of Irish Time (when the moonlight shines brighter), you'll see a white, modern door. It looks like new. It shows you the way to Ciriath. Hurry up- that door is one hundred meters straight from the boat's edge, lying on the Ocean's brim. You can see that door for the next thirty minutes only. Aft