100 Books

  • “‘Where is it?’ the man growled, hissing through clenched teeth. He brought Locke’s face roughly up to his own. ‘What have you done with it?’” Man, it’s hard to believe it’s Sunday already, time for another Round of Words in 80 Days check-in. My schedule for this week was altered from its usual course, which…

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  • “‘You are being followed,’ she whispered. She lifted her eyes, holding Gilferen’s gaze for a long, warning moment, and he knew she was fighting to glance toward the person she knew was hidden behind them in the shadows.” This morning (and all day tomorrow) are finally the days this week where I can actually get…

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  • “…’Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if he’s down there, waiting for you? He wasn’t exactly in a pleasant mood when he stormed off, naked and booted out of bed, you know.’” This RoW80 update is going up much later than usual today, thanks to a variety of factors. The biggest one is…

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  • “Always thought that the way someone cooks for you is how much they love you.” “Pharmacology” by Christopher Herz Pharmacology is a book about a particular time, a particular place, and a particular young woman, though there are threads of familirity that could translate to any time. The setting is San Francisco, the mid-ninties, a…

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  • “But Gilferen stopped himself, as the door opened again and he had a chance to see exactly how the woman looked. At first, all he saw were colors, bright and loud, with no sense of order or pattern. Then he saw the long, glistening black hair. Her body, the first thing Gilferen was likely to…

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  • “With her hands folded demurely in front of her, she almost looked like some exotic doll on a shelf, but there was steel in her dark grey eyes.” It’s Wednesday, which means time for another RoW80 check-in, but it doesn’t quite feel like my typical Wednesday. It hasn’t exactly been a typical week for me.…

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  • A useless hunk of stone, maybe, but Gilferen picked it up and slipped it into his own pouch after Jaxson had left with a flourish of his long black coat. He gave Locke a weak smile from across the table. ‘Just in case,’ he said. ‘Come on. Let’s see about getting these mugs refilled again.…

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  • “On days like this the whole place gave the gimcrackery impression of a bright and showy and useless thing, or a clown vigorously juggling for empty rows in a circus tent, primed and pathetic and somehow futile.” “The Electric Michelangelo” by Sarah Hall Filled with heady prose and elaborate description, The Electric Michelangelo is the…

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  • ”       ‘Aseteya!‘ she hissed accusingly, staring them down. It was pure fury until concern started to furrow her heavy brow. There was harsh judgement in her glare, but it was being chased by worry as she looked them over. ‘How much of that did the two of you witness?’       ‘Not much,’ Locke assured her.       ‘Too…

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  • Those of you who may follow me a bit more closely than others might have noticed I took a little three-day break these last few days. I don’t know what it was, but I was mostly stuck in a rut, and just couldn’t get the motivation to post anything. And that’s okay. Part of me…

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