Tender Morsels is dark fantasy story, a take off from the Grimm Brothers' Snow White & Rose Red. It is a rambling story with a lot of characters woven in and out of the story. At this point, the character appearances don't make any sense...I am only half-finished with the book. The story does rev...
It seems the more I read Margo Lanagan's works, the less I like them. The magic she spun in "Black Juice" is not apparent in either "Red Spikes" or her most recent collection of stories, "Yellowcake". Normally Lanagan manages to spin a world of her own, separate from any other. While she still ma...
The premise: ganked from BN.com: As part of a public execution, a young boy forlornly helps to sing his sister down. . . . A servant learns about grace and loyalty from a mistress who would rather dance with Gypsies than sit on her throne. . . . A terrifying encounter with a demonic angel gives a...
Finn thinks he has trouble enough, hanging out alone on the streets of Kings Cross, until he stumbles on sinister figures pumping vile-smelling sludge into the drains. Then his life starts to get seriously weird. Who - or what - are these Tankermen? How can they disappear into solid rock? What ...
It was very hard to rate this book because there were a few stories I liked from it and others that just left me blink in confusion. There is a certain magic this author can create in her story, but the dark site of them just turns out to be creepy and confusing. Except for Hero Vale, that one ha...
‘A boy I met last year, before Christmas.’ A boy. A tiny boy no bigger than my thumb. ‘Briefly?’ I shake my head. ‘That’s where you were yesterday?’ I nod. ‘How far along are you?’ ‘I don’t know. Maybe four months.’ Her eyes widen. ‘Three. I don’t know. I only did the test yesterday.’ Long silenc...
Come back!’ Urdda broke from the trees and ran helter-skelter after Bear. ‘Wait, Urdda! Don’t leave me behind!’ cried Branza. Bear stumbled, he tumbled; he was gone from Urdda’s sight. And then there was a flash, like lightning, but lightning that did not end, and Urdda fell back, and Branza ran ...
There was no one to tell me not to, any more. I would not set foot there, said my late mam in my head, after what they did to the women. What they did to your own Gran. But that’s all over, said that man. Since years ago. Oh, not so many years. And no doubt that’s what they told themselves last t...
Chloe feels she ought to show them the proper way to travel this terrain, which is to leap, joyfully or in panic, coat flying, from roof to roof, never losing momentum, but they’re all so heavy with their caution and their belts and boots and holsters. Maybe the leaping, the flying, was actually ...
Someone jabbered out of it, ‘You about, chief?’ All four of us stopped chewing. We’d been eating slowly, silently. We all knew that this was nearly the last of our peasepaste and drumbread. Jupi raised his eyebrows and finished his mouthful. ‘Harrump.’ He brushed the flour from the drumbread off ...
See? She loves them! The seals gleamed in the sunshine. I tried to crawl to them, but Bee held firm to my ankle, and I could not go. Pink flowers on long stems nodded about my ears. I did not even have enough of a mind to know that the cliff dropped away there; I thought that the seals lay on the...