This book was so silly and random that I just shook my head after reading it. In what world do these type of female exist where all three of you contract HIV or AIDS and each one still feels like they are better than the other one or anyone lost the least out of the situation. Fools, you are all ...
His booming voice echoed around the subterranean temple.As it had for five hundred years, the giant, sacred idol of Savras the All-Seeing sat upon its onyx dais in meditative repose. White stone hands rested calmly upon white stone knees, palms upward in a gesture of supplication. Blank stone eye...
King Boreas paced before the fireplace like a caged animal. The crimson light flickered across his handsome face and made his features sharper yet. The king snorted as he gathered his thoughts. Grace watched in silent awe. He is indeed like a bull, a great, dark, restless bull. She clutched the g...
Martin Luther King, Jr. was murdered. It also rained on the day that marked the death of Malcolm X. It was June 8, 1991, and again it was pouring rain outside. I usually slept good when it rained, but I knew I had to get out of my bed and get dressed. I was never one to be lazy, but today was dif...
Dr. Ananda Larsen leaned forward in the desk chair and drummed her fingers beside the computer keyboard. The writeable disk drive whirred as a progress bar crept across the screen. Fifty-seven percent. “Come on,” she whispered, her face bathed in the ghostly phosphorescence of the monitor. For th...
The Denver Art Museum loomed on the edge of Civic Center Park, just south of downtown. Travis knew the museum was considered a masterpiece of neogothic architecture, but to him it looked more like a castle seen through a fun-house mirror: big and hulking but distorted, containing none of the orig...
Normally she would have stayed in bed until they did, but she couldn’t sleep any longer, not that day, not knowing what she did.Runebreaker will be the end of Eldh. And he is its only hope....Mirda’s words seemed impossible; they defied everything Aryn had learned in the last year. All the same, ...
What time was it? How long had she spent reading and rereading the pages covered with Albrecht’s elegant handwriting? The day had seemed to grow darker as it went on, and the light of the tin lantern had receded to a flickering circle around the desk. By the cramp in her neck and the pounding bet...
Silver twilight stretched across the land on either side of the Dimduorn: a thinner and thinner membrane separating day from night. “How many of them do you see?” Durge said. The Embarran’s grim face shone like a ghost in the gloom. Beltan nudged his charger forward, peered past the end of the br...