“You make me feel desperate, but not like that fleeing hare. Like I’m seeing fresh air. Like I have claws. Like I could topple head-first into the Void just to bask in the abyss. Every second is vicious, and soft, and I never want to be anything else."-Voidwalker I had read S.A. Maclean's debut, The... Continue Reading →

"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 →