This week, the darkness is on haitus. You get a lucky escape. And rather than a book review, you get pictures of Prague from my walk home from my swing dance class. Because occasionally I’m in a social mood–only, since…
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Feast Yourselves on A Court of Crows…
To hide from the terrible things in the world, I will attempt to wreak a bit of joy before I return to the real world in my next post [which will be the incendiary and hope-reviving “8 steps to toppling…
Battles of Salt and Sighs – OR – let’s define ‘dark romance’
Come, child, on a journey with me through a dark place, and let us define how dark literature fits in our dark world, and along the way, maybe we can define more what dark romance and dark romantic fantasy is…
What makes a fantasy romance dark?
So Imma be honest: I don’t get what people think is ‘dark’ romance, specifically dark fantasy romance. Like I get told I write f*cked up heroes and love interests even though, you know, they read pretty fine to me. [Don’t…
The Knife Fight, the Mysterious Goats, and A Sweetly Smiling Neighbor
Re-blogging one of my favorite blog posts about a knife fight I walked into, the mysterious goats I kept hearing, and my sweetly smiling neighbor 🙂 Happy reading! Everything I Can Possibly Cram into a Single Blog Post Alright, so…
First Kiss in Sunlight
Let me tell you part of my story: He’s walking beside me through a fiberglass forest of snowy grass, where ripples of sunlight crisscross the forest floor in gem-like pools and white boughs sway overhead like sleepy children. Semitransparent leaves above…
So Much Torture
“I am so glad I get to write so much torture today,” Rain Sivertsen pronounced while sweeping into a meeting room on the cusp of a new writing day, her face aglow as she faced the other unsuspecting writers in…
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In the Chill, Relentless Rain
She stood in the rain, in the chill, relentless rain, in a long pale dress, a girl without a name. Or perhaps she had a name, but she could not remember it. She could remember nothing. Not how she’d come…
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