I feel like it’s my patriotic duty to review The Hidden Stars by Madeline Howard/Top-Secretly Teresa Edgerton in such a way that you will want to go buy it. But every time I try to start, I end up with some variation on this sentence:
Goddamnit woman, if you hadn’t written Goblin Moon…!
So there’s a problem.
(‘All giant serpents will be fitted with sports goggles to prevent eye injuries.’)
Continue reading The Hidden Stars, by Madeline Howard/Teresa Edgerton
Filenames in the “Magus Anmere: Cyborg Werewolf” folder:
I’m tired and was having to open them to figure out what they were just now. If stuff can surpass its maker and go rogue, my filenames will shortly be rising up against me.
I think the tempo of songs stretches out in the time they spend sitting on CD’s and hard drives. In a thousand years, an advanced civilization will discover the last remaining open Apache server, and be unable to recognize its contents as music, its pace will have so slowed in the intervening centuries.
Status of review of The Hidden Stars – still too sad
Status of Green Lion re-read – half-way through third book; convinced world needs Ceilyn/Tryffin slash
And yet all of a sudden I am the happiest girl in the whole wide world and need to get to a bookstore immediately.