Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"Why does the night have to be so beautiful?As I walk through the night, I remember what Mitsutsuka said to me. 'Because at night, only half the world remains.' I count the lights. All the lights of the night. The red light at the intersection, trembling as if wet, even though it isn't raining. Streetlight... Continue Reading →
"Toru was struck by a thought: maybe Hikaru and Tamon had known each orher in another life. That was how close they seemed to be. They were like old souls who found each other, or a couple falling in love at first sight. Their bond was ironclad, their trust in each other absolute."The Boy and... Continue Reading →
"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 →
Of Worlds Forgotten 