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The Deadlands
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Primal Instinct
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The Rampion Child
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Know The Beast
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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
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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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“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 ...more Minerva Hart |
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“Clearing his throat and straightening in posture, Freddie spoke. “Hello.”
The creature tilted her head, her eyes scanning his face like blue lasers. She could hear him. Good. Encouraged, Freddie put a hand on his chest. “My name’s Freddie. And I’m going to be taking care of you. Feeding you, and the like.” He mimicked spooning food in his mouth to emphasize the last part. The creature seemed to find it humorous. Even though she didn’t smile, her bony shoulders shook in silent laughter. More bubbles rose from her facial slits, all clumped together like white grapes. Freddie, in spite of himself, found the display cute. Then, he remembered what the creature had eaten lately. Or, more specifically, who.” Minerva Hart |
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| I know some people didn't like it - and that is 100% their prerogative - but I quite enjoyed this piece! While I like Patrick Ness's 'A Monster Calls' far better, I found his idea here to be fascinating and reasonably well-executed. Basically, it's ' ...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
