Necropolis by Dan Abnett is the third book in the Gaunt’s Ghosts series. This novel brings the Ghosts to the hive world Verghast. Verghast has a bloody history of civil war between its powerful hive cities. This book gives the first glance at Imperial government. There is an undercurrent of corruption throughout the novel. It… Continue reading Book of The Week: Necropolis
The Dog Ray by Linda Coggin is a short novel about a young girl being reincarnated as a dog. The story is simple and sweet. Surprisingly it manages to touch on some heavy topics even though it is short. It was a bit too young for me to truly enjoy but it was a refreshing… Continue reading BoTW: The Dog Ray
I loved this book. I am thrilled that I started reading this series. As soon as I finished the first book, I tracked down the next. And by tracked down I mean, asked my boyfriend to borrow his copy. Of the eight books I have read so far this year, it is absolutely my favorite. I… Continue reading Book of the Week: Ghostmaker
This week I’m changing it up. Sci-fi/fantasy novels are close to my heart. And typically I like to switch up genres frequently; usually every other book. Mostly because reading realistic fiction can get quite boring no matter how well it is written. So I take a break and escape into constructed worlds. World-building is one… Continue reading Book of the Week: First and Only
This was my first Stephen King experience. I know that is a cardinal sin for a New Englander but I have never had a strong draw to horror stories. That was my first lesson. Most Stephen King novels aren’t horror, I know, I was surprised too. After consulting my local King expert I found out that… Continue reading Book of the Week: Mr. Mercedes
Fear will hold you back. Everyone knows this. Some people use it as an excuse to behave dangerously, some people let it control them. I have spent a good amount of my life triumphing over my fear. But there is still one area where I let my fear control me. College. I am afraid of… Continue reading A Lesson In Fear
Written in recovery:
I never believed in ghosts until I lived with one
Until I nearly became one.
For years after I let that dead version of myself follow me around.
I dragged the carcass everywhere.
Took my dead body off to college, propped her up in class.
Everything felt heavy but nothing heavier than the dead weight of another body.
It may have been manageable,
if the ghost would have moved on.
Instead, it came with me, taunting me.
Constantly reminding me I should be dead.
Cold fingers traced the vertical scars
Symetrical, severing my forearms.
The ghost fed on me until I began to fade.
Nights I found myself on the edge of an overpass, luggin a body.
The echoes of "Jump" hanging in the air.
I woke up in bed, a small slice of sanity missing from my head.
I stayed awake begging my ghost to tell me what she needed.
That morning I swung my feet over the bed lighter.
I left my carcass in bed, covers tucked under her chin.
The whispers faded out. "Let go" echoing heavy in my chest.