"The more nervous or show-offy divers climbed and dived, climbed and dived, like good little penguins, but she stayed on the deck loosening up and watching the first races, giving a small jump each time the buzzer cracked and the swimmers leapt off the blocks. She loved the churn and separation of bodies as the... Continue Reading →

"I arrived at the Kansas farmhouse in a summer storm. They say the wind was so violent, it made her hair go sideways. I don't know who she was, only that I clung to her, sobbing."-West of Wicked I picked up another romantasy this week, West of Wicked, since The Shadows That Listen hadn't fully... Continue Reading →

"We held hope, if only for a moment. We thought the angels were here to save us. But they weren't our saviours, and they're certainly not our guardians."-The Shadows That Listen It has been a little while since I read a romantasy novel, and I will admit that I am a little bit picky about... Continue Reading →

"Only an idiot would venture into the center of the Heap. For one thing, there's the obvious problem that you never know when a junkfall is coming. At any moment trash could start raining from the sky, a light shower of shattered concrete or chunks of steel the size of buildings. They emerge like turds... Continue Reading →

"The fallen devil lay exactly where he had been. Mag stared again at that grey face with anguish stamped on its every feature. It came to him to wonder then whether the devil had been dead even before his cataclysmic fall. Why should one topple, after all, if he were strong and hale? Belike he... Continue Reading →