This book .. took a long time for me to get into. It might be the use of German (I like foreign language in a book, though it does sometimes hinder reading it, as one tends simply to skip the non-recognisable words), or it might be the style, but the premise is top notch: German scientists have c...
I read the first book when it came out, and really enjoyed it, but due to various factors, it took until now to get to the second novel of the trilogy. But that's alright. Book two has a twenty year jump from the first book (although I better read book three faster).At the end of the first book, ...
When a colleague introduced me to the series, he said that the second book was what really sold it to him and he couldn't wait to read the third one. After reading the first book in the series, I was skeptical about that statement. Surely, Mr. Tregillis couldn't make the story more interesting. A...
I'll say right off that my ratings are a bit off-kilter for this whole series. Looking back, I can't remember why I only gave four stars to the first one. That's what I wanted to give the conclusion, though it maybe wasn't quite as good as the others (but only by a smidge, and only because I thou...
The third (and final, of course) installment in the Milkweed Trilogy by Tregellis.In the previous book, our rather sad characters were stuck in their very depressing, very cold-war alternate-timeline future, and we discovered what the name the Eidolons gave Marsh meant, so he goes back in time to...
Gretel was Gottlieb’s most troubling patient. She was clairvoyant. She was also, he feared, quite mad. He paused in the midst of jotting a note in her file. Capping his fountain pen and setting it on the desk, alongside the blotter, gained his scattered thoughts a few seconds to catch up with her...
Refusing to interact with his sister? Pretending she didn’t exist? They lived in the same space; rode in the same vehicles. It was pointless but, more frankly, childish. And so it would be while the British practically treated them as a single entity. He’d never be free of Gretel on his own. Thus...
She’d pulled his arm around her while spooning up against him after Agnes’s 3 A.M. feeding. It had roused him from a horrible dream about gardening shears. He’d lain there half the night, listening to her breathe, watching the gentle rise and fall of her alabaster throat, inhaling her scent.She’d...
She stood and stretched her back until it popped. Sighing, she closed her journal. On the floor beside the bed, behind a palisade of dregs-stained wineglasses, sat a platter heaped with soiled crockery. She sniffed. Frowned. “Whew. That mutton is a day off, or more, if my Gallic nose doesn’t dece...
His counterfeit lieutenant-commander uniform enabled him to slip through crowds as easily as the Götterelektron enabled him to slip through a French fortress. It rendered him a ghost, or perhaps invisible like Heike. People saw the uniform, not the man within. Perhaps that meant they didn’t notic...