The most startling portions of Hell Town are true. Let that sink in. I am not easily made nauseous by true crime, but this was brutal. Casey Sherman’s writing style, and description of the events are both brilliant, and nightmare-ish.
“My, gentlemen, this woman fancies herself an explorer of new worlds — how amusing!” A deep, low humming and grumbling of men dressed in fine waistcoats and alabaster shirts echoed through the room.
Is this what it’s like to be noticed by a spirit? Is this the language in which they speak? How long would it take before one is drawn completely through to some Other Side?
I was not disappointed by the outcome. It was absolutely delightful. It felt like coming home, if home happens to be the TARDIS filled with friends old and new.
The dark windows gaze blankly out at her, and it occurs to Rebecca that in these months of looking at houses, she has developed an eye for the difference between those that are lived in, and those that are empty.
You were a bright kid. You did well in school and college and in your free time you devoured books. In your mind you were part of the boarding school stories you read about. You were either the captain of the best House or the good girl who caught the petty thief amongst the girls.
As I have already regaled the internet with the inestimable literary opinions of the esteemed reviewers of Amazon, it’s past time I shared my own conclusions on the best fantasy novels and series out there. I don’t claim to have read everything (only the best), so if I’ve overlooked your favorite fantasies, I apologize preemptively. Let me know!
**Contains Trigger: Child Death.** Tara paused and looked at the photos along the staircase wall, feeling the waves of joy and pain crash through her. She allowed herself to look at them afresh, giving in to those feelings after so many days and months of avoiding them.
I’d only been potentially attracted before, which is a much easier situation to be in. But then, just as things were escalating in just the right way, the hotometer started ringing louder than it had ever rung before.
Sometimes I wished I had a little device implanted in me that told me whether or not the men I passed every day found me attractive. That would have saved me a lot of rejection and wasted time, you know?