I am reading a brand new book for the first time in months and it is G R E A T. I’ve been reading fan fiction for so long I’ve forgotten how thirst quenching a real book can be.
I’ve said “oh my god” at least 6 times.
It features: 1. Sci-fantasy that is entirely unexpected at every turn. 2. A BLACK GIRL who is not a sidekick and instead is every bit as well rounded, important, developed and vulnerable and romanticized as Hermione. 3. A GAY KID (the MC) who spends pretty much none of the book hating himself for being gay and only 20% of the book being upset about gay related things (brought on by other people). Its mostly him dealing with terrifying sci-fi, which is refreshing as fuck. (literally the way this is handled when he meets the other kids is “i dont date girls” “oh you wouldnt date me because im fat right?” “no, i dont date any girls” “oh. ok.” 4. A POLISH CHILD. It is so rare and refreshing to have mixed age characters in YA books and it feels so realistic. I think the MC and the black girl are like 17-18 and the kid (who is also a fully realized and respected person) is about 13 years old. Also, its crazy refreshing to have Eastern European characters that aren’t tropes.
I’m almost done with the book (maybe 30 pages left) and its taken be abut 3-ish hours to read and I STILL have no idea how its going to end,
I highly recommend picking it up if you’re interested in diverse, imaginative Sci-fi.
I’m so excited about reading this book! I haven’t started it yet, but I have the feeling that it’s one of those books that really matters and leave a mark. This book is also important to spread and understand the message that BLACK LIVES MATTER!
After the death of his mother, Devin Maxwell joins Titan Force, an organization that collects supernatural artifacts using super powered agents. Devin quickly rises to become a brash, yet successful agent under the field name: Streetslam. He forms a pseudo family with his friends and fellow agents at Titan Force.
Devin’s allegiances are put to the test after an enigmatic billionaire offers him the chance to revive his mother, but only if he turns on his new family and steals a mysterious item from the Titan Force vault.
Okay…as promised!!! Here are the first details of my new novel, which will hopefully be released in April!
“A BALLAD OF CONFETTI, CAKE AND CATASTROPHES”
Nicholas Herald had one job to do for his big sister’s wedding. ONE. So of course, he forgets all about promising to book the harpist he knows for the elegant reception. With only a week to go, and his options running out fast, he resorts to asking a busker he finds performing on the city streets to step in and help save the day.
As it turns out though, this guy Fynn is pretty amazing with his guitar, and he has the most beautiful eyes – not that Nicholas is looking. But it becomes quickly apparent that finding a musician is the least of Nicholas’s problems. Between last minute cancellations, wayward family members, and a cat with a serious vendetta against happiness, he knows he’ll be lucky if they all make it to the big day intact.
He just doesn’t have time to fall in love, let alone with a boy. However, like almost everything else in the week to come, he may not exactly have a choice…
The only and only Shmian (@ianmharding ) released his first book today #oddbirds …I’m a very proud friend and can’t wait to get my paws on a copy since Ian didn’t send me an early read 😏 But seriously go out and support this hard working guy and pick up a copy of his baby. And also comment on all of his pictures with 🐔🐧🐦🐤🐣🐥
In a land ruled and shaped by violent magical storms, power lies with those who control them.
Aurora Pavan comes from one of the oldest Stormling families in existence. Long ago, the ungifted pledged fealty and service to her family in exchange for safe haven, and a kingdom was carved out from the wildlands and sustained by magic capable of repelling the world’s deadliest foes. As the sole heir of Pavan, Aurora’s been groomed to be the perfect queen. She’s intelligent and brave and honorable. But she’s yet to show any trace of the magic she’ll need to protect her people.
To keep her secret and save her crown, Aurora’s mother arranges for her to marry a dark and brooding Stormling prince from another kingdom. At first, the prince seems like the perfect solution to all her problems. He’ll guarantee her spot as the next queen and be the champion her people need to remain safe. But the more secrets Aurora uncovers about him, the more a future with him frightens her. When she dons a disguise and sneaks out of the palace one night to spy on him, she stumbles upon a black market dealing in the very thing she lacks—storm magic. And the people selling it? They’re not Stormlings. They’re storm hunters.
Legend says that her ancestors first gained their magic by facing a storm and stealing part of its essence. And when a handsome young storm hunter reveals he was born without magic, but possesses it now, Aurora realizes there’s a third option for her future besides ruin or marriage.
She might not have magic now, but she can steal it if she’s brave enough.
Challenge a tempest. Survive it. And you become its master.
Super Excited To Announce My First Book’s Release!
The Corpse Garden is a collection of fourteen of my short stories, including four, previously unreleased tales! In addition to the new tales, NoSleep and Tumblr favorites, such as The Murder In My Backyard and I Buried My Fiance On Our Wedding Day, also make up part of the garden.
If you guys are interested in purchasing a copy, it’s available for Amazon devices here.
Obviously I will continue to post new stories on both here and NoSleep, but the four unreleased stories are book-only!
Thank you for all of your support! I appreciate you all!
I will leave you for a different animal, I say. I loved you for your glass horse, for a morning as bright as a murder, our bed draped in crêpe de chine the colour of hummingbird hyssop, the waxburned hyaline of your Achilles heel, a mirror-masked Pegasus, the thunderclapped rumor of a brittle figurine.
We cradle the marriage. Bury its baby teeth under the purpura of delphinium minarets. We milk the poison. Arms anchored to thistle-limbed kitchen gardens, mouths as anemic as the wet, sleeping tongues of white thornapple buds. We make windchimes from viper fangs. Sculpt knuckles to cenotaphs. Raise Cain from each whiskey-throated hosanna. First idolatry, then betrayal. Between the trees, a pantheon of shadows. Breath brief as a bonfire. First, the tinder’s nervespeed, then the effigy of a holocaust.
We pause the flame. Spit the soot. Whale-bellied floodgates. Blood on the bathmat. A wrinkle of rust. A body held by bandages. A body burning into a blackhole. Then you say no - no to the mercenary medicine, the balsam of poultice. No to the bargain-basement placebo, the capsuled obloquy.
You say no to the curse of cures.
Then, the coral dusk of Debussy’s danse sacrée. Cathedral bells of cala lilies. Knees cutting wormholes in Himalayan salt bricks. Towers of smoke above the corpse of a charcoal briquette. Meat fuzzed from ribs. So soft as to corrupt. So clean as to salve. You ask – what do you fear most? I mishear fear as fire. I spell what as who. I say you. You say nothing. Years have taught me how to bed a ghost dressed as a god.
Afterwards, each with a fist the size of a small, dead crow. Each with an empire of ash. Each with a chest full of explosions, a mouth full of echoes.
Scherezade Siobhan, Excerpt from “Father, Husband”