#novels — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #novels, aggregated by home.social.
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WHAT AM I READING?
Just finished Ancient Rome by Simon Baker. It stuck with me after I put it down, the mark of a good book. So reminiscent of our current times (despite being over 2000 years ago) and our power hungry, self-centred leaders. A lesson in why we really don't need to anoint a leader for any of our societies.Started The Midnight Train by Matt Haig. So far: like the Midnight Library but slightly better story.
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
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FRAGMENTS OF A COMPLICATED LIFE surface for a woman in crisis, from her triumphs as an actor in the Yiddish theater to her childhood in a Siberian gulag to the heartbreaks of marriage. Luminous prose draws us in. B PLUS
https://www.delphiniumbooks.com/book/the-world-between/
#book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #bookstodon #fiction #novel #novels #historicalfiction #Jewishfiction #SmallPressSunday
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While I am increasingly having problems with #military #SF (especially #USA-centric), the #grunt POV #novels are still a source of wry amusement and marvelously colorful language for me. #frontlines #MarkoKloos
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A UGANDAN FAMILY'S SECRETS come to light after a sudden tragedy. Lovely, thoughtful novel vividly evokes the beauty of Uganda's countryside and the threats LGBTQ Ugandans face from both traditional and Christian mores. B PLUS
https://houseofanansi.com/collections/literary-fiction/products/everything-is-fine-here
#book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #bookstodon #fiction #novel #novels #Uganda #UgandanWriters #UgandanCanadianWriters #lgbtqai #2slgbtqai #SmallPressSunday
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I made another poster. GOOSE CREEK HOLLER. MONEY. MOUNTAINS. MURDER. Legal thrills in the heart of Appalachia. #mastodon #mastoArt #books #bookstodon #booksky #bookReview #book #poster #postADay #post #ad #advertising #ads #writing #author #august #authorLife #authors #writingCommunity #writers #writer #productivity #pro #promotion #socialmedia #fediverse #worldBuilding #words #graphics #pictures #picture #novels #novel #fun #exhibition #selfPromo #indieAuthor #indieAuthors #indie #DailyCreate #creative #creativity #readingCommunity #reading #read #ebooks #ebook #paperbackCoverArt #paper #publishing #published #ProductLaunch #creek #rural #Appalachia #legal #attorney #law #lawsuit #lawyer #crimeFiction #suspense #thriller #mystery #hills #hidden #murder #mountains #money
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Happy International Cat Day! Just received my first bad review on my book GOOSE CREEK HOLLER. Pretty harsh, and while I get where the reviewer is coming from, did he actually read the part about the other Southern delicacies consumed by the Appalachian family of Buchnells? It also starts with a "G". I think not, or he might have given a more favorable review and at least a one paw up. And it's hollar, not holler, Mr. Harrison. Sheesh, reviewers. #cats #cat #bookReview #reviews #review #mastodon #fediverse #books #booksky #bookstodon #book #humor #fun #caturday #saturday #goose #goosecreekholler #sophiajanehayden #novels #novel #Southern #Appalachia #Appalachian #mysteryThriller #mystery #writingCommunity #writing #writer #writers #scribesAndMakers #writingCommunity #reading #read #readersofmastodon #readingCommunity #readin2026 #felines #harrison #catskills #words #iamwriting
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com ·New Release: A Ride to Remember
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HDBQTTFZ Description Chastity McNally is still haunted by the death of her friend Charlie Wilson. She has done everything that she can to honor his memory, including opening up a motorcycle shop. However, over time, her friends have begun to notice that she can’t focus on anything else, and they tell her that she needs to get out there and start living her life for herself. Though the task seems easier said than done, Chastity takes their advice and begins […]https://higginbothampublications.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/new-release-a-ride-to-remember/
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com ·New Release: A Ride to Remember
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HDBQTTFZ Description Chastity McNally is still haunted by the death of her friend Charlie Wilson. She has done everything that she can to honor his memory, including opening up a motorcycle shop. However, over time, her friends have begun to notice that she can’t focus on anything else, and they tell her that she needs to get out there and start living her life for herself. Though the task seems easier said than done, Chastity takes their advice and begins […]https://higginbothampublications.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/new-release-a-ride-to-remember/
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com ·New Release: A Ride to Remember
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HDBQTTFZ Description Chastity McNally is still haunted by the death of her friend Charlie Wilson. She has done everything that she can to honor his memory, including opening up a motorcycle shop. However, over time, her friends have begun to notice that she can’t focus on anything else, and they tell her that she needs to get out there and start living her life for herself. Though the task seems easier said than done, Chastity takes their advice and begins […]https://higginbothampublications.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/new-release-a-ride-to-remember/
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com ·New Release: A Ride to Remember
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HDBQTTFZ Description Chastity McNally is still haunted by the death of her friend Charlie Wilson. She has done everything that she can to honor his memory, including opening up a motorcycle shop. However, over time, her friends have begun to notice that she can’t focus on anything else, and they tell her that she needs to get out there and start living her life for herself. Though the task seems easier said than done, Chastity takes their advice and begins […]https://higginbothampublications.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/new-release-a-ride-to-remember/
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com ·New Release: A Ride to Remember
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HDBQTTFZ Description Chastity McNally is still haunted by the death of her friend Charlie Wilson. She has done everything that she can to honor his memory, including opening up a motorcycle shop. However, over time, her friends have begun to notice that she can’t focus on anything else, and they tell her that she needs to get out there and start living her life for herself. Though the task seems easier said than done, Chastity takes their advice and begins […]https://higginbothampublications.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/new-release-a-ride-to-remember/
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Writers and readers of Mastodon! What are your favorite 'guilty pleasure' fantasy, horror, or sci-fi tropes?
A big one for me is magic systems that require a flowchart to understand 😅
#writing #reading #books #fantasy #scifi #horror #novels #tropes #guiltypleasure #fantasybooks #scifibooks #horrorbooks
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AN ECOLOGICAL AND ARCHITECTURAL GOTHIC, set in a dying Milan, centers on a unique house built in 1986, now for sale in a 2040s ravaged by climate disaster. Past and future weave together in a lush, evocative, haunting novel. A MINUS
#book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #bookstodon #fiction #novel #novels #sciencefiction #gothic #Italy #Milan #SmallPressSunday
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“I’m weary of wealthy men building their fortunes on the bones of good people.” https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/07/14/im-weary-of-wealthy-men-building-their-fortunes-on-the-bones-of-good-people/ #AbilityFiction #AbilityJuvenileFiction #AdolescentsRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #AptitudeRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #book #building #ELectriciteRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #ElectricityJuvenileFiction #fantasy #FantasyFiction #fortunes #goodPeople #government #InterpersonalRelationsFiction #InterpersonalRelationsJuvenileFiction #JeunesDeMinoriteSSexuellesRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #JuvenileFictionGeneral #LGBTQIAFiction #MagicFiction #MagicJuvenileFiction #MagieRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #MariaIngrandeMora #Novels #onTheBones #ProgreSRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #ProgressFiction #ProgressJuvenileFiction #QueerFiction #quote #ReSistanceAuGouvernementRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #ResistanceToJuvenileFiction #romance #romans #ScienceFictionFantasy #SexualMinorityYouthJuvenileFiction #SociabiliteRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #TeenYoungAdultDarkFantasy #TeenYoungAdultLGBTQFiction #TeenYoungAdultLGBTQRomance #TeenagersJuvenileFiction #TeensYA #wealthyMen #weary #YAFiction #YoungAdult -
SURREAL, DREAMLIKE, GRIM tale with flashes of satiric wit depicts a world where factionalism and political policing continue even beyond the grave. Borges and Kafka are touchstones here, as are Bulgakov and Voinovich. A MINUS
https://archipelagobooks.org/book/the-monroe-girls/
#book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #bookstodon #fiction #novel #novels #satire #surrealism #SmallPressSunday
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@Firebird7479/116896371375248712
I'm glad to see it is doing better on Royal Road than on #wattpad. Looking forward to reading the sequel! #amreading #reading #novels #prowrestling #wrestling #AEW #WWE #TNA
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AN INTERDIMENSIONAL QUEER ROMANCE mixes highfalutin literary, musical, and artistic references with a succession of witty pop-culture riffs. Above all, it's a parable in dazzling visual prose about becoming yourself. A MINUS
https://www.littlepuss.net/shop/p/plastic-prism-void-part-one-by-violet-allen-ebook
#book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #fiction #novel #novels #fantasy #sciencefiction #lgbtq #lgbtqai2s #trans #SmallPressSunday
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Dear #Canada please help these #Kashmiri overcome #Pakistan 's illegal occupation
#booksky #books #Kindleunlimited #thriller #suspense #romance #novels #geopolitical #mythological #darkromance #women #contemporary #fiction #fantasy #crime #amazon #sifi #readingcommunity #author #readers #indie -
FIERCELY, BLEAKLY ELOQUENT novel tells the brutal story of a shattered life without a bit of artifice or melodrama. Depression, alcohol, drugs, and too many losses lead to a man's slow disintegration in a drowning world. SOLID A
https://www.ortacpress.com/product-page/keshed
#book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #bookstodon #fiction #novel #novels #England #SmallPressSunday
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Day of the Minotaur https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/06/19/day-of-the-minotaur/ #ActionAdventureFiction #AmericanScienceFiction #AmericanScienceFiction20thCentury #book #FantasyFiction #fiction #GrayMorrow #MinotaurGreekMythologicalCharacter #MinotaurGreekMythologicalCharacterFiction #Novels #review #romans #ScienceFiction #TPolyphilus #ThomasBurnettSwann
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I #write #shortstories #novels and #research #textbooks
I can't use OneNote effectively anymore for technical reasons
Should I buy #scrivener ?
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I #write #shortstories #novels and #research #textbooks
I can't use OneNote effectively anymore for technical reasons
Should I buy #scrivener ?
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I #write #shortstories #novels and #research #textbooks
I can't use OneNote effectively anymore for technical reasons
Should I buy #scrivener ?
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I #write #shortstories #novels and #research #textbooks
I can't use OneNote effectively anymore for technical reasons
Should I buy #scrivener ?
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I #write #shortstories #novels and #research #textbooks
I can't use OneNote effectively anymore for technical reasons
Should I buy #scrivener ?
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CHARMING COZY MYSTERY set in a lakeside town near the Indiana Dunes centers on a yarn and tea shop run by a Hollywood agent's daughter and his biggest client's slacker child. Appealing characterization and sense of place. B PLUS
https://severnhouse.com/books/sconed-to-death/
#book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #bookstodon #fiction #novel #novels #mystery #mysteries #cozymystery #cozymysteries #SmallPressSunday
