Book of the Day
Ashes of the Dragon: The Real Legend of Mushu
Long before Disney’s wisecracking lizard, ancient records from the Tang Dynasty tell of Mu Xu, a soldier executed for desertion. His body was burned on the battlefield, but his spirit reportedly lingered — seen hovering like smoke above the pyres.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in BookClub
Monk Mode
Winning at anything worth winning requires focus. Real, monastic focus. Not the flaky, half-hearted effort people call productivity tricks. I am talking about a deliberate period of immersion where you eliminate distractions, optimize your environment, and build a repeatable protocol that turns deep work into a habit. Call it monk mode. Call it monk mode protocol. Whatever you call it, the results are the same: consistent momentum, fewer decision leaks, and serious output.
By Keli Chris3 months ago in BookClub
The Mermaid City That Sang Itself to Death
Beneath the Atlantic, divers have long whispered of a drowned empire — a city whose marble streets still hum faintly beneath the waves. They call it Atlantica, but the oldest texts give it another name: The Choir Below.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in BookClub
Simba
In 1899, an explorer named Elias Cartwright recorded strange carvings in the Tsavo region of Kenya. They depicted a lion standing over a circle of stones — the Circle of Life, locals called it — but beneath the stones was a burial chamber filled with human bones.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in BookClub
Pocahontas
The Jamestown colony’s records mention her real name: Amonute, daughter of Chief Powhatan. She was known for speaking to the river as if it were alive. Settlers mocked it — until the river began changing course overnight, drowning their camps and uncovering bones they hadn’t buried properly.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in BookClub
Anna
In the same region, decades after Ingrid vanished, a child named Annaliese was born to a farming family. Her older sister died young — some said of fever, others whispered frozen lungs. Anna grew up with a strange emptiness beside her, talking to shadows and to the cold wind that brushed her cheek like a hand.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in BookClub











