I was wrong. I had barely even begun to process their deaths when it started. The love notes, flowers, gifts … all anonymously left on my porch. Then, I opened my door to a dead bird. At first, I thought it had died naturally. ...
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Lincoln was my addiction. He was the only man I’d ever been with. Loving him had been like a drug, complete with all the nasty side effects. When I had him, it felt like the greatest high. When I didn’t, it was like my world fell apart. Over the years, I’d realized so mu...
both great reads, andThe White Roseis no exception. While retaining all the hallmarks of the quality of the first book,Shadows Lingerhad a smaller canvas thanThe Black Company, and formally it was different too: the first book were 7 subsequent short stories, while book 2 was one sole ...
imagination. Every time I saw her for the next few months, she asked me if I had spent any of it. I hardly liked to tell her how rapidly it had really disappeared, when she was clearly hoping I’d splashed out on something worthwhile like a tiara, or perhaps a pair of glass ...
After all, who doesn’t like a good ghost story? No spoilers here, but The Old Willis Place definitely gave me the willies. I read this graphic novel in one long sitting and was completely absorbed the entire time. The higher volume of text is not likely to be an obstacle or a turn...
Let’s get ‘999: New Stories of Horror and Suspense’ edited by Al Sarrntonio, out of the way first. I was reading this all month, dipping into other books for light relief. It’s been on the shelves since I first read it on publication, and I’ve been giving it the side eye ...
I’ve known since my healing that I was supposed to write about it. But I still had lessons to learn and to grasp the vision He had for my book. After all, one does not sit down and write a book about marriage while still a newlywed or a parenting book right after giving birth. ...
I’m on a short vacation with my family up North (nearly in Lapland) in the same cabin where I first developed the idea forLess Bittersweetthree years ago. I was having all these ideas, lying awake at night thinking about them, and they formed more and more into something, until I go...
our world. They are victims; they are pests; they are something to hunt as well as something to study and protect. They are the targets of culling operations and the objects of sentimental love. They are trophies and intruders. It was all there in the news cycle.– From the Lithub ...