It was the end, for whatever remains to me of life on the surface of this earth, of every vestige of mental peace and confidence in the integrity of nature and of the human mind. There are quite a few different flavors of horror. Some horror stories focus on one particular monster, or a haunting, or
Hollywood has released yet another vampire movie, this one named after Bram Stoker’s book from 1897. To the surprise of absolutely no one, the only thing the movie has in common with the source material is a) the main character is a vampire and b) the movie’s title is Dracula. What is a surprise to me is how a book can spawn so many movie
Oskar hurriedly said: “Maybe you already have a guy at your school.” “No, I don’t…but Oskar, I can’t. I’m not a girl.” Oskar snorted. “What do you mean? You’re a guy?” “No, no.” “Then what are you?” “Nothing.” Oskar doesn’t have much going for him: lonely, unsure of himself, incontinent – especially when he’s under
Still, there was no denying that his headquarters world, Xana, set an entirely new record for the shortest interval between my arrival at a place I’d never been and the very first attempt on my life there. We’re talking about minutes. Minutes. Things have started to improve for Andrea Cort at last. She’s been given
“Can’t they make their own damn show?” I say. “Come on,” Kingston says. “Faeries are proud. The Summer King would never stoop to imitating his enemy.” “Besides,” Mel says, “The name Cirque du Soleil was already taken.” I’m a sucker for cinematic scenes in books. I love it when an author’s description makes me wonder just how cool
Continuing the theme of Back to School, this week’s review is for Charlie N. Holmberg’s debut novel The Paper Magician. The new twist on magic-users caught my attention (every magician specializes in one man-made material: metal, glass, paper, plastic, etc.,) so I picked it up after only a brief look at the description: top-in-her-magic-class Ceony is heartbroken when
Warning, great big spoilers. Even though I graduated *ahem,mumble,cough* years ago, I still get a flood of memories around back-to-school season. Many are positive, some less so. By far the best memories involve Anne McCaffrey’s Harper Hall trilogy; my sixth-grade English teacher read the first two books out loud to our class over the course of most of
‘We didn’t want to disturb you, Doctor. You’re an important man.’ The Doctor rolled his eyes. ‘Important? I’m not important. I’m the least important man in this town.’ He waived his stick at the assembled townsfolk. ‘It’s you lot who are important…” To celebrate the return of Doctor Who, I’m going to review a second collection of Doctor
‘Be careful, Aggie! Remember, ‘The Doctor is a Master of Deceit”.’ ‘Aggie?’ said the Doctor thoughtfully. ‘I wonder what that’s short for.’ The girl’s nostrils flared proudly. ‘My full name is Agony-Without-End-Shall-Be-The-Doctor’s-Punishment.’ ‘Ah,’ said the Doctor. ‘You know, Leela, just between ourselves, I’m starting to feel that I’m not entirely welcome here.’ Rejoice! Season 8