Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"Sarkis turned around and began to beat his forehead very gently against the wall. “The great god is punishing me,” he said softly, “for my crimes. I cannot go to his hell, and so he has sent a woman to torment me."Swordheart by T. Kingfisher My love of T. Kingfisher grows with every book. Sometimes... Continue Reading →
"Secrets do not stay in the dark where we put them. Some lie dormant, but others slither beneath doors, over windowsills, through the cracks in walls, out into the light where everyone can see them, poke at them, know them."The Path of Thorns by A.G. Slatter I decided to try out A.G. Slatter's Sourdough Universe... Continue Reading →
"The inky blue of the forest path called to her, and she let her feet take her into her favorite part of the woods for a moment of solitude, and respite from her own mind. The last of the night’s drizzle trickled through the canopy and dripped down the back of her neck. She shivered... Continue Reading →
“The guardian is a woman, or something that looks very much like a woman, though she is inhumanly beautiful and unnaturally still. There is something in her that resembles a river itself, in that she seems both placid and restless; eternally in place, and yet constantly in motion. She doesn’t have a name, though most... Continue Reading →
"The Hall women were born to hard breaks and bad decisions. They fell in love with the wrong people so consistently it was as though an ancestral curse doomed them to heartbreak, from a grandmother married to a guy so terrible she killed him, to Charlie’s last boyfriend , who shot her. Posey said that... Continue Reading →
"Nantheam was different from any other city I had ever lived in or visited. It was steeped in millennia of culture and history and had grown organically rather than being meticulously planned and established mere centuries ago. I am sure other places on Ganmak have a similar history, but with Nantheam being the biggest metropolis... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 