Tak! quoted The West Passage by Jared Pechaček
Yarrow felt as if she were being held in the mouth of a giant who had never cleaned their teeth.
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Yarrow felt as if she were being held in the mouth of a giant who had never cleaned their teeth.
I added this to the SFFBookClub poll for the month of January because I super enjoyed it.
If you don't know about it, the SFFBookClub is our informal fediverse science fiction and fantasy book club. I figure that folks from bookwyrm probably might be more interested in reading and talking about books so I wanted to post this here as well. We vote, read a book together, and then discuss via the #SFFBookClub hashtag over the course of the month. Take a look if any of these books sound interesting to you and you want to read along with others.
See: weirder.earth/@picklish/113660284130610947 for January poll
See: sffbookclub.eatgod.org/ for more general details
To be warned against temptations and then encounter none is quite a hardship.
I cannot see the future, but the shape of the future is the shape of the past.
Yarrow was good at her duties. She was even better at doing them angrily.
same
A train! Kew had never seen one, but he had read of them.
Ah, this book is set in the US
So pleased to see THE IMPOSITION OF UNNECESSARY OBSTACLES on this Esquire list of the best SFF of 2024 💜💙💜 especially for a sequel, it's an amazing honor!
www.esquire.com/entertainment/books/g60078949/best-sci-fi-books-2024/
With the guardian dead, the question remained: Who would do it?
The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain is a deeply dark yet eventually hopeful look at the continuation of current societal structures into space.
He spoke with an odd accent, intelligible but mushy, as if he held a small object in his mouth.
Ah, space danish
The woman woke to the crackling of her anklet and knew the boy had come upstairs. She leaned toward her clock: the numbers glowed 06:00. The stars outside the window were growing pale. She would not sleep again now.
my every single morning
The boy was taken upstairs without warning, unprotesting as he had been through all the changes in his seventeen years, the shifts from cell to cell each time he outgrew the bolt on his ankle and the Doctor came to exchange it for a larger one, an operation performed with a tool the Hold people called the Mallet, which jarred the whole leg and sometimes made the blood spray from the anklebone, and caused a sense of queasiness and superstitious awe in the boy, who would glimpse, for the instant during which the bolt and chain were removed, the shiny and alien-looking patch of underexposed skin on his leg which, according to the prophet, housed the seat of the soul.
That … is quite the #OpeningSentence
You know, every time I think it’s impossible for the world to get any worse, more stuff happens.
— The Deep Sky by Yume Kitasei