SF & Fantasy

Dwight Cleveland Montrose was a lithe, lean man, his face a seasoned leather, the brownness of it set off by the snow-white hair, the bristling grayness of the mustache, the heavy eyebrows that were exclamation points above the bright eyes…Read more

Hettie, I’m thirsty.”  “We all are, Abby.”  “I’m really thirsty. And hungry.”  “I know.” Hettie pressed her cracked lips together. Her sister was pale as chalk except for her sunburned, feverish cheeks. The head covering she’d fashioned from one of…Read more

AFTER DINNER, I had to try and get someone to come with me to the workshop, so I could get some materials to patch up my door. It’s an extremely bad idea to leave your door unlocked at night, much…Read more

Crush
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Crush

Tracy Wolff

3  Sleeping Beauty’s Got Nothing on Me  Without thinking, I push Jaxon away and stumble back a few steps.  He makes a noise low in his throat, but he doesn’t try to stop me. Instead, he just looks at me…Read more

Villon-sur-Sarthe, France  July 29, 1714        A girl is running for her life.  The summer air burns at her back, but there are no torches, no angry mobs, only the distant lanterns of the wedding party, the reddish glow…Read more

Piranesi
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Piranesi

Susanna Clarke

I retrieve the scraps of paper from the Eighty-Eighth Western Hall  entry for the first day of the ninth month in the year the albatross came to the south-western halls  I had not forgotten the scraps of paper that I…Read more

Chapter  Three  I summoned my will and channeled power into my staff. The runes spiraling along its length smoldered with emerald fire, and tiny wisps of smoke rose from it. The clean, smoky scent of fresh-scorched wood laced the air.…Read more

Dune
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Dune

Frank Herbert

  Hawat pulled up a chair across from Paul, sat down facing the door. He did it pointedly, leaned back and studied the room. It struck him as an odd place suddenly, a stranger-place with most of its hardware already…Read more