Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"It's wonderful, though, to be impossible, isn't it? Mrs. Spencer always said that magic is impossible. You know what I think about sometimes? How nobody sees the world the same way as anyone else. Some people look at a beautiful day and see it as a little bit more green than other people do. Some... Continue Reading →
"The Gibber stretched to the horizon in all directions, a flat tableland, with small stones strewn across a shiny, crusted surface of gleaming deep mauve. Here and there a few tiny plants survived on moisture that condensed from the air at night. There wasn't much: saltbush, spiny beggarchild and gummy plant. None grew more than... 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 →
There’s a dark well in everyone, I think, and it never goes dry. But you drink from it at your peril. That water is poison. -Fairy Tale by Stephen King Charlie Reade looks like a regular high school kid, great at baseball and football, a decent student. But he carries a heavy load. His mom... Continue Reading →
I’ve been eyeing Michelle West’s books for a very long time. When we were teens, my older sister had a copy of her book, The Sun Sword, and I remember staring at the gorgeous cover a lot. As the years passed, it got buried in her bookcase, likely donated and I forgot about it. About... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 