"The night is a hand on the back of her neck, heavy, unwelcome, and she feels dizzy, unmoored, the world gone soft under her feet, her senses knocked off-kilter- like taking a nap in the afternoon and waking to find it's dark outside, or stepping off one of those moving sidewalks, or lying for too... Continue Reading →
The Magic of C.L. Polk
"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 →