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 →
"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 first time Esther met Rin, they were a storm. While walking in the Modal Lands she was caught in a howling gale, and took shelter beneath one of the granite outcroppings that littered the area near the Refrain. There was a great clashing in the air, and the sort of mixing weather common to... Continue Reading →
"The minute I got home, I stalked to the kitchen and pulled out my mixer, some bowls, and a cupcake pan. Then I dumped the bag of low-carb flour, cocoa, baking powder and the carton of eggs on the counter, before flicking the oven switch to preheat. I needed to regroup and figure out my... Continue Reading →
"I felt it before I saw it. My nerves twitched, and my flesh tingled as if at an enroaching storm. I was looking at myself. A far better version of me, of course: all changelings are more beautiful than the human beings they substitute, and in my case that wasn't hard. The prisoner was well-grown... Continue Reading →
“As unfortunately as her own visit had begun, Clara was obviously having a grand time pretending to be an earl’s daughter. Meg only wished she could witness more of her performance. In fact, Clara’s flamboyance had almost begun to make her think that she, an actual earl’s daughter, might have made better use of the... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 