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 →
"If we limited loving to just the sane, undamaged people, the next generation would have about three people in it and presumably humanity would die out shortly afterward."-Paladin's Grace by T. Kingfisher I am hopelessly in love with T. Kingfisher's Saint of Steel series, and I only wish I had not taken so long to... Continue Reading →
“I was on a bare, grassy hillside scattered with stones, and that was impossible. I could see for miles in every direction, and that, too, was impossible.I started to laugh. It wasn’t that funny. It was just that if I laughed, it wasn’t serious. I’ve heard that people who get shot laughing sometimes, they’ll tell... Continue Reading →
“If you faced downstream so that you couldn’t see all the doors, it was pretty. Soft mist, rolling water, silvery leaves. I tried to dredge up some of the excitement I’d felt before. I was standing somewhere completely alien, completely unknown. There was so much possibility, just waiting to be explored.In the concrete hallway, which... Continue Reading →
“The trees were full of crows and the woods were full of madmen. The pit was full of bones and her hands were full of wires.Her fingers bled where the wire ends cut her. The earliest cuts were no longer bleeding, but the edges had gone red and hot, with angry streaks running backward over... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 