Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
‘There must be something in books, things we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.' Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury In the wake of recent movements to ban books across the country, I found myself coming back to the question over and over... Continue Reading →
"It was cold, as Rowan had warned her. Even in her thickest jumper and duffle coat, she shivered as the currach pulled away from the cove where it was docked. But she barely noticed. Mist was coming off the sea; the sunrise colored it faint gold and orange, as though they were swimming through fiery... Continue Reading →
"Tattooed protection sigils were the priciest, and best, magical protection around. An adversary couldn’t yank one off your body the way they could an amulet or a charm. Of all the tales of tattoo magic, one set of needles came up over and over, in stories and in history."Comeuppance Served Cold by Marion Deeds I... Continue Reading →
"People tell many strange lies about the horses of Iceland. How they are made of fire that has leached into their bones from the fiery earth, or sky that they have sucked into their lungs from the tops of mountains. So there are sorrel horses, and horses with blue eyes. How a great stallion was... Continue Reading →
"Be sure, said the words scrawled abovd the door. Well, she was. She was sure it was cold out here, and the store would probably close soon, and she needed to get inside before someone saw her and asked where her parents were. She was sure she couldn't go home.She pushed the door open and... Continue Reading →
"Marlowe had offered me fifty dollars to stand out here in the freezing Chicago cold and do an augury, and like a damn greedy fool, I said yes."Even Though I Knew the End by C.L. Polk I recently had the joy of reading two books by C.L. Polk back to back, and both were equally... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 