Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"The released bellowing of the crowd is a wave hitting the stage, crashing down from the surrounding darkness.Exhilaration courses through me at the sound. They're unique, these eternal moments before a match truly begins. Blood pounding. Fighting to keep my breathing steady. Not sure whether it's excitement or fear that's heightening every sense, making my... Continue Reading →
“He closed his eyes and opened his spirit, and there it was, the small light within him that never stopped burning. Always at least a candle flame, and sometimes, if he concentrated, it could surge up into a blaze. A few times, he’d felt as bright as the sun, so much light pouring through him... Continue Reading →
She'd thought her life was on the verge of changing, but it wasn't. Thought she was a complete person, discovered she was mistaken. The incompletness lingered and expanded until she could barely open her eyes."Yerba Buena by Nina LaCour Yerba Buena is the first novel I've read by Nina LaCour, and it's also her debut... Continue Reading →
"She says it's too easy to call people evil instead of their choices and that lets people justify making evil choices. Because they convince themselves that it's okay because they're still good people overall inside their own heads. And yes, fine. But I think that after a certain number of evil choices, it's reasonable shorthand... Continue Reading →
"It hadn’t happened in a moment, but a series of moments, as slow and insidious as the melting of the ice caps. Women had been ushered out of the workplace, so subtly that few noticed until it was too late. There had been no grand lowering of an iron curtain, with passports voided and bank... Continue Reading →
"Everyone remembered firsts. Your first love, first kiss, the birth of your first child, or the sight of your first snowfall. A life was built on the backs of firsts. Shining moments, pins in the timeline, holding who you were together. Acaelus could remember the first time he'd died, a boltgun through the head. It'd... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 