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The Deadlands
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Primal Instinct
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2022
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The Rampion Child
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Know The Beast
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“The Little Boy and the Old Man
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean," said the little old man.” ...more Shel Silverstein |
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"Soulful Fairytale Retelling
This Rapunzel retelling has so much emotional depth to it. It’s a heavier read, written with such passion, commitment and empathy. There’s a lot of emotional and physical suffering, but it's thoughtfully written and precise" Read more of this review » |
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"Complex skillful character writing
It’s refreshing to have such diverse and complicated characters in a fairytale-based fantasy. I loved that the author did not shy away from morally questionable characters and everyone’s moral compass was believably " Read more of this review » |
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" Compelling Character Development
All the character endings were so evocative and entirely unforeseeable. Chills. I was so mind-blown with the wild directions the characters’ journeys took, I literally had to pause to process the twists so many times." Read more of this review » |
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| My friend Charlotte recommended this book to me 2 days ago, and I read it at a breakneck pace. Despite not having read anything from Carolyn Clarke before, or 'And Then There's Margaret', this was quite the pleasant surprise! None of the characters w ...more | |
“Mundies are sleeping in their homes,
Letting their worries leak out of their domes.
But witches lie in the dark, anxious and silent,
Fearing no ghouls, dragons, or beasts so violent.
The True Faith, their eyes far and wide,
Their hearts are cold, their holiness snide.
Their golden sword, it comes and goes,
Leaving nothing behind but food for crows.
My sweet little love, close your eyes,
Stiffen your body, silence your sighs.
Pray the True Faith thinks you dead,
And leaves your body with a head.”
― The Rampion Child
Letting their worries leak out of their domes.
But witches lie in the dark, anxious and silent,
Fearing no ghouls, dragons, or beasts so violent.
The True Faith, their eyes far and wide,
Their hearts are cold, their holiness snide.
Their golden sword, it comes and goes,
Leaving nothing behind but food for crows.
My sweet little love, close your eyes,
Stiffen your body, silence your sighs.
Pray the True Faith thinks you dead,
And leaves your body with a head.”
― The Rampion Child
“reddie still looked angry. But not at her. “Go on.” Tilted his chin at water. “Hunt.”
Hunt. Yes. She knew that. Understood that. Not like so much on land.
She sank underwater. Heard Freddie’s voice again. Loud. Commanding. Like alpha. “Showtime!”
Perdita grinned. Felt excited. And felt normal for the first time in too long. Let herself sink. The tip of her tail brushed the sand. She halted. Turned her face above. Moments passed. She could pretend she was home again. Silence. Indigo waters. Diamond lights dancing above her. Felt the same rush that always came with hunts. Different this time. There would be prey. But no companions. Unnatural.
Her heart lurched. Almost physical pain. Home.
Her pack. Heart ached again. She wondered if alphas had sent a search party. Or if they had moved on. Putting their survival first. Perdita could not blame them if they had. Every day was a fight. Fight to stay alive. Fight for food. For territory. To breathe the cleanest water they could find. To flee from monsters that bled poison.”
― Primal Instinct
Hunt. Yes. She knew that. Understood that. Not like so much on land.
She sank underwater. Heard Freddie’s voice again. Loud. Commanding. Like alpha. “Showtime!”
Perdita grinned. Felt excited. And felt normal for the first time in too long. Let herself sink. The tip of her tail brushed the sand. She halted. Turned her face above. Moments passed. She could pretend she was home again. Silence. Indigo waters. Diamond lights dancing above her. Felt the same rush that always came with hunts. Different this time. There would be prey. But no companions. Unnatural.
Her heart lurched. Almost physical pain. Home.
Her pack. Heart ached again. She wondered if alphas had sent a search party. Or if they had moved on. Putting their survival first. Perdita could not blame them if they had. Every day was a fight. Fight to stay alive. Fight for food. For territory. To breathe the cleanest water they could find. To flee from monsters that bled poison.”
― Primal Instinct
“Karl leaned forward, pressing a tired but tender kiss to Nessa’s trembling lips. They were chilled by the cold and damp with sweat. Far from disgust him, this evidence that she was still alive in his arms compelled him to deepen the kiss. They pulled away at the same time. Those three special words stuck in the back of his throat. Instead, it was Nessa who spoke. Her tone was filled with wonder. “I thought I lost you.”
Karl huffed a laugh. Almost of its own volition, his hand shifted from her cheek to some loose strands of hair. Carefully, delicately, he tucked them behind her ear. “Only for a minute.”
Nessa shook her head. “Longest damn minute of my life.”
Karl grinned even as he felt himself shuddering in delight.”
― The Deadlands
Karl huffed a laugh. Almost of its own volition, his hand shifted from her cheek to some loose strands of hair. Carefully, delicately, he tucked them behind her ear. “Only for a minute.”
Nessa shook her head. “Longest damn minute of my life.”
Karl grinned even as he felt himself shuddering in delight.”
― The Deadlands
“Asking for money is a proclamation of your own unfitness for survival. It's saying, 'I am the weak one of the herd.”
― Tweak: Growing Up On Methamphetamines
― Tweak: Growing Up On Methamphetamines
“Mundies are sleeping in their homes,
Letting their worries leak out of their domes.
But witches lie in the dark, anxious and silent,
Fearing no ghouls, dragons, or beasts so violent.
The True Faith, their eyes far and wide,
Their hearts are cold, their holiness snide.
Their golden sword, it comes and goes,
Leaving nothing behind but food for crows.
My sweet little love, close your eyes,
Stiffen your body, silence your sighs.
Pray the True Faith thinks you dead,
And leaves your body with a head.”
― The Rampion Child
Letting their worries leak out of their domes.
But witches lie in the dark, anxious and silent,
Fearing no ghouls, dragons, or beasts so violent.
The True Faith, their eyes far and wide,
Their hearts are cold, their holiness snide.
Their golden sword, it comes and goes,
Leaving nothing behind but food for crows.
My sweet little love, close your eyes,
Stiffen your body, silence your sighs.
Pray the True Faith thinks you dead,
And leaves your body with a head.”
― The Rampion Child
“As one, the two men turned.
There was a woman in the water with them. Singing softly into the night.”
― Primal Instinct
There was a woman in the water with them. Singing softly into the night.”
― Primal Instinct
“Karl leaned forward, pressing a tired but tender kiss to Nessa’s trembling lips. They were chilled by the cold and damp with sweat. Far from disgust him, this evidence that she was still alive in his arms compelled him to deepen the kiss. They pulled away at the same time. Those three special words stuck in the back of his throat. Instead, it was Nessa who spoke. Her tone was filled with wonder. “I thought I lost you.”
Karl huffed a laugh. Almost of its own volition, his hand shifted from her cheek to some loose strands of hair. Carefully, delicately, he tucked them behind her ear. “Only for a minute.”
Nessa shook her head. “Longest damn minute of my life.”
Karl grinned even as he felt himself shuddering in delight.”
― The Deadlands
Karl huffed a laugh. Almost of its own volition, his hand shifted from her cheek to some loose strands of hair. Carefully, delicately, he tucked them behind her ear. “Only for a minute.”
Nessa shook her head. “Longest damn minute of my life.”
Karl grinned even as he felt himself shuddering in delight.”
― The Deadlands
