“Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
Review of Bury the Lede by Gaby Dunn and Claire Roe. A crime and journalistic graphic novel noir.
“I should be crying but I just can’t let it show
I should be hoping but I can’t stop thinking
All the things we should’ve said that I never said
All the things we should have done that we never did
All the things we should have given but I didn’t
Oh darling make it go
Make it go away”
As the German Army smashes deep into Soviet Russia and the defenders of the Motherland retreat in disarray a unique new squadron arrives at a Russian forward airbase. Like all night bomber units they will risk fiery death flying obsolete biplanes against the invader–but unlike the rest these pilots and navigators are women.
There is a fireplace in my head because of this song.
Gorgeous and Magical Fantasy Scenes An image is worth a thousand words. Check out fantasy worlds realized as images. Click the image to see the source. Click on the images to see the source website or artist.
“The boy who will become court magician this time is not a cruel child. Not like the last one, or the one before her.”
“I want to do important work,” Kiki said, and the light that shone from those clear, bright eyes was too intense. Minh looked away. “That’s all any of us want. To not go to waste,” Kiki said.”
First Chapter, First Paragraph Vigilance First Chapter, First Paragraph “Alone in the elevator, John McDean shuts his eyes, listens to the hum of the machinery, and mentally recites his research. His Ideal Person is between sixty-four to eighty-one years old. Their average net worth is $202,900, and they are male, Caucasian, and increasingly burdened with medical debt. Living conditions, he …
“Once upon a time, long, long, long, long, long, long, ago, there were three raptor sisters, hatched beneath a lucky star. They lived in a wood together, they stole sheep and cattle together, and all in all, there was no tighter-knit hunting pride of matriarchal dromaeosauridae between the mountains and the sea.”