Started out great (5 stars), then dragged on a bit (down to 4 stars for bad editing), then sort of rush/limped to a conclusion (and 3 stars... maybe 3.5). Great characters, interesting concept, more or less decent writing but:1. If you're going to have fantastical beasts (instead of horses and su...
What a deceiving title! I passed over this book many times on my recommendations list due to the title. We've all been tricked into reading self published fanfic, ficlit or whatever it's called. The poorly conceived, badly written crap that wants to be erotica romance but is actually not even por...
He left Yveni with food, water, reading material and tasks that didn’t require him to go into the wagon or use tools like the axe. He trusted Yveni with a knife, probably because he could damage Yveni far worse with his big fists before Yveni came close to seriously injuring him, and so the cooki...
The news was encouraging. Not only was Zachary not deteriorating, but he seemed to be a little stronger. The doctors would try removing him from the ventilator in the morning and encouraged Leo and Julian not to visit until that had been done. “I don’t understand,” Julian said. “It’s because it’s...
For too many seconds I was sure I was back in prison. Someone touched my face. “No, Ganwe, leave me—” “Not Ganwe. You’re not in prison.” It’s me, Jodi. Kir. I blinked against the soft light—something blocked it. Someone’s head. “I f-feel l-like shit.” I moved my arm and something dragged against ...
Not that his feelings were a secret, but it made Daniel’s job more difficult, and wasn’t very professional either. He considered Noble to be abusing the privilege of having his PA at the conference, and treating Daniel disrespectfully. Ironically, Spen’s regard for Daniel stopped him complaining ...
I resisted the urge to sigh. “Nikolas Ekinze. The same as it was yesterday.” The tasking master looked up. “That cheeky mouth of yours won’t get you work, boy. Still looking for locksmithing work?” “Any metal working, or jewellery, silversmithing.” Same thing I’ve told the man every day for three...
I wasn’t a cop any more, and I was trying to cut down on the caffeine intake for the good of my blood pressure, but that didn’t stop me scowling at the banis man who slid into the booth across from me and smiled far too brightly for this time of the morning. “Sri Ythen?” “Whatever you’re selling,...