“Hey, you got got dark urban fantasy into my historical fiction!” “No, you got your historical fiction in my dark urban fantasy!” Continue reading
“Hey, you got got dark urban fantasy into my historical fiction!” “No, you got your historical fiction in my dark urban fantasy!” Continue reading
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What really ends up defining the novel—for better or worse—is the skewed, not-so-alternate-universe, and the overpowering sense that Hoffman is, in this tale of fanaticism and warrior-teens, trying very hard to say … something. Continue reading
Basement tidying starts innocently enough. You reach for the basement doorknob with your shaking, sweaty hand, deciding whether to pull it open quickly or bit-by-bit. If you open it quickly, the gnashing, child eating monster down there can lunge at you immediately and kill you. But if you open it slowly, the monster has to break through the door before he can lunge at you and kill you. “Slow’s the way to go.” That was my mantra, anyway. Continue reading
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