My little gray sand cat. Puffs of fluff between the toe beans. Sticky tongue that exfoliates my face after a run. Purring warm body while I hold her close to my chest as I pour water into the kettle for tea each morning…
First light frosting the tree line, and I close the door
On the rest of the house and leave the need for sleep
To others. At such an hour, with dark still lingering,
The stars blown apart and a waning moon near vanishing,
I’ve become too well acquainted with the dark dialect ...
Slaver’s Bane had every element of fantasy I could hope for in a powerfully moving story. It was a grand tale that moved quickly making it hard to put down. I needed to know what happened on the next page.
This book kept me entertained and intrigued, from the giggle-inducing first page to the last, the fun twists on romantic tropes to vivid world-building and visceral settings. I loved every twist and turn, every silly, bizarre, and funny coincidence, and the oddity of the family in question.
When she runs errands or goes to work, people see a relatively put-together woman– a functional adult who smiles, observes most of the rules of society, and is often ready with a joke. Do you want to know a secret? Her happy-go-lucky air and easy smile? That’s a mask.
Three-Eight Charlie was an exciting journey for me. I have never considered traveling extensively around the world, but this book is deeply moving. It has the ability to give one the desire to travel.
You stand at Devil’s Gulch
and say,
“I don’t think Jesse James
took a horse across here,”
and I don’t either,
because it’s much too wide
and there’s no way
a horse could jump that far
without breaking a cannon bone
or falling into the chasm,
even with Jesse James on its back
It was full of old glass bottles,
vases, broken plates and jugs
all remnants from long ago –
an old village landfill full of rubbish,
now part of my garden.