This last week, I read Glasshouse, Morwenna Blackwood’s second novel to her debut novel “The (D)evolution of us". At the end of the novel, I came to realize that certain characters and events in the book are probably tied into that first book. Having not read the first book (yet, though I aim to change that), I can say that Glasshouse is nevertheless a stand-alone book, by a writer really at the top of her game. Blackwood is clearly not afraid to take chances with structure and form. The reader
Laurel is in a class of her own, and her books remain well-observed, lovingly rendered, and terrifyingly human.
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A reading from The Sadeiest, by Author Austrian Spencer, taken from the zoom book release launch 28/11/2020All content is copyright Darkstroke Books and Aust...
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Here's a freebie 100 word entry for the Ghost Orchid anthology - 100-word horror "Beneath", to be released this year. All of the shorts had to be based on that word, they wanted stories of being buried alive, crypts, etc, so I tried to twist it a little.
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My world has narrowed to this one detail, shaking, as I vibrate with our effort. I cannot breathe, cannot afford even that small luxury, as I stare at my hand, pumped crimson and rigid with her fear and hope, which I cannot maintain.
It is the end of my life.
I hear her muted sob as she realizes that we are done - that a life must end - that any life will never be long enough.
As my daughter’s fingers slip, my scream breaks free. I stare into her eyes and into the nothing beneath her as she falls.
