Where Fiction and Reality Meet
Oh, temptation. Life is full of it, sweet and evil temptation. Rickey and G-man have given in to a few enticements over the course of their years together—booze, drugs, money; the kind of money that will get Rickey exactly where he wants to be in spite of the fact that he has to wager a... Continue Reading →
There’s a saying that goes something like, “life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” I'm a firm believer that some of those shining little breathless moments don't take place in reality at all, but in the realms of the fictional people we... Continue Reading →
There’s a saying that goes something like, “life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” I'm a firm believer that some of those shining little breathless moments don't take place in reality at all, but in the realms of the fictional people we... Continue Reading →
It’s said the opposite of love is not hate, nor is the opposite of hate love. The passion behind both emotions is too connected and too keen for them to be entirely contrary to each other. Crimes of passion, after all, have been committed in the name of both love and hate. Sometimes it’s difficult... Continue Reading →
It’s said the opposite of love is not hate, nor is the opposite of hate love. The passion behind both emotions is too connected and too keen for them to be entirely contrary to each other. Crimes of passion, after all, have been committed in the name of both love and hate. Sometimes it’s difficult... Continue Reading →
Sometimes a book sneaks up on me. I’ll be reading along, things will be going well, maybe I’m feeling happy with the way the story is progressing; it’s flowing a bit slowly and that works because the pace fits the somber mood of the story that’s being told. Then suddenly there’s that “lightbulb moment,” the... Continue Reading →
Sometimes a book sneaks up on me. I’ll be reading along, things will be going well, maybe I’m feeling happy with the way the story is progressing; it’s flowing a bit slowly and that works because the pace fits the somber mood of the story that’s being told. Then suddenly there’s that “lightbulb moment,” the... Continue Reading →
The lust for money is as timeless as money for lust. They are the original vices, and at Wolfe Gorman Equities, money and lust go together like stress and a volatile economy. Rick Santeramo is all about hedging his bets, both professionally and personally. He plays Wall Street a little bit like a skydiver jumping... Continue Reading →
The lust for money is as timeless as money for lust. They are the original vices, and at Wolfe Gorman Equities, money and lust go together like stress and a volatile economy. Rick Santeramo is all about hedging his bets, both professionally and personally. He plays Wall Street a little bit like a skydiver jumping... Continue Reading →
Forfeit. Collateral Damage. In a megalomaniac’s bid for supremacy, it was inevitable. It seems there’s a price to pay for everything in this world, and the currency is nothing less than a man’s very soul. Fen Jacin-rei is the pawn through which other players wish to manipulate this game. He is the tool, the sacrifice... Continue Reading →
Forfeit. Collateral Damage. In a megalomaniac’s bid for supremacy, it was inevitable. It seems there’s a price to pay for everything in this world, and the currency is nothing less than a man’s very soul. Fen Jacin-rei is the pawn through which other players wish to manipulate this game. He is the tool, the sacrifice... Continue Reading →
“This is not at all what I thought it would be.” This is so very much more. A beloved son. The Beloved Son. The son of the mother, and the Son of the Mother—both placed above and before all else for the good of all mankind. The Aisling and the Guardian, the Dream and the... Continue Reading →
“This is not at all what I thought it would be.” This is so very much more. A beloved son. The Beloved Son. The son of the mother, and the Son of the Mother—both placed above and before all else for the good of all mankind. The Aisling and the Guardian, the Dream and the... Continue Reading →
I wish there were a word in the English language that meant something bigger than love, a word that meant something grander than epic, a word that meant something greater than extraordinary. Extralovepicary. There. If you can’t come up with the appropriate word, sometimes you just have to make one up. Aisling Book Two: Dreams... Continue Reading →
I wish there were a word in the English language that meant something bigger than love, a word that meant something grander than epic, a word that meant something greater than extraordinary. Extralovepicary. There. If you can’t come up with the appropriate word, sometimes you just have to make one up. Aisling Book Two: Dreams... Continue Reading →
”You’ve so many names and I haven’t a one.” One man does not know who he is, one man does not know what he is; one man is prey, one man is protector; one man is the weaver of life, one man is the keeper of peace—the dreamer and the defender, the Aisling and the... Continue Reading →
”You’ve so many names and I haven’t a one.” One man does not know who he is, one man does not know what he is; one man is prey, one man is protector; one man is the weaver of life, one man is the keeper of peace—the dreamer and the defender, the Aisling and the... Continue Reading →
Oh, the Booyah! that is this book. Eden Winters, you know me so well. How irresistible is the number one? As in Chapter One, Book One, the beginning, the nervous anticipation and sometimes trepidation I feel when I start a new book and series from an author I’ve never read before. There are so many... Continue Reading →
Oh, the Booyah! that is this book. Eden Winters, you know me so well. How irresistible is the number one? As in Chapter One, Book One, the beginning, the nervous anticipation and sometimes trepidation I feel when I start a new book and series from an author I’ve never read before. There are so many... Continue Reading →
It doesn’t take long to realize there’s something a little bit special about Landry Carter—from the manic highs to the frightening lows, from the dangerous impulses to the intense shifts in behavior that cause him to become aggressive one moment and submissive the next—Landry Carter is a bit like a butterfly in a jar, beautiful... Continue Reading →
There is no one who can break my heart quite the way Amy Lane can. It’s never a quick, clean break. No, it’s a slow and agonizing process that begins with the first word of the book, and that first word is like the end of the thread that holds my poor little heart in... Continue Reading →
There is no one who can break my heart quite the way Amy Lane can. It’s never a quick, clean break. No, it’s a slow and agonizing process that begins with the first word of the book, and that first word is like the end of the thread that holds my poor little heart in... Continue Reading →
His Holy Bones by Ginn Hale My rating: 5 of 5 stars So it began and so it ended, at well more than 1000 pages of nothing less than outstanding character exposition, world building, dialogue, narrative, humor, action, terror, violence, heartbreak, romance. This was the Chronicles of Basawar and was everything great speculative fiction should... Continue Reading →
The Iron Temple by Ginn Hale My rating: 5 of 5 stars And finally, we are at the beginning of the end. Or is it the end of the beginning? Perhaps when dealing with shifts in time, as Ginn Hale has done throughout this series, it is both. There is one certainty, however—John, Jahn, Jath’ibaye;... Continue Reading →
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