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Narrada desde una singular y desgarradora voz en primera persona, La mala costumbre recorre la adolescencia de una niña atrapada …
Walking the Labyrinth and visiting hundreds of other worlds; seeing so many new and wonderful things – that is the …
Red is the blood of the elite, of magic, of control. Blue is the blood of the poor, of workers, …
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange letters—and fall in love in …
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange …
I finished reading this a while ago, and I really liked it. Been meaning to write a review, but I've been procrastinating because I have some complicated thoughts about it.
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange …
This book is like Lex for time travelers. If like, I dunno, Lex was actually good and people responded to each other with long poetic, intimate letters.
Even though the book is relatively short, it's taking me a long time to read because after each letter, I want to stop and digest it for a while, like after getting a long message from a dear friend.
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange …
"Further," Blue adds, stepping lightly towards the box, making to lift it into the heavy bag next to it, "Ontario sucks. As the prophets say."
— This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (Page 27)
I mean, the prophets aren't wrong.
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange …
I'm only on the third chapter and I'm already loving this.
Time agents on opposite sides a temporal war who become engaged in a lesbian romance. Each of them from a future that mutually excludes the other's very existence. Their very ability to meet (and presumably touch) a paradox only made possible by the tension of the uncertainty over which future will come to exist.
Thus far, a full half of the novella has been the correspondence the two agents have left for each other across time and space while they carry out their missions.
No Spiritual Surrender: Indigenous Anarchy in Defense of the Sacred is a searing anti-colonial analysis rooted in frontline experience. Klee …
A god will return When the earth and sky converge Under the black sun
In the holy city of Tova, …
To cope with rising misogynist violence, the US government offered people a golden opportunity: any man who felt like they …
To cope with rising misogynist violence, the US government offered people a golden opportunity: any man who felt like they …
To cope with rising misogynist violence, the US government offered people a golden opportunity: any …
If the rest of the book is as good as the first two sentences, this is going to be fucking amazing.
They don't call me Mankiller Jones for nothing. They call me Mankiller Jones because I tell people that's my name and I throw kind of a fit if anyone calls me anything else.
