“Such was the tyranny of the gods, twisting devotion until sacrifice was made to feel like a privilege, until allegiance became no more than slavery by another name. And what did the immortals offer in return?” It’s no surprise I was a little hesitant to review an excerpt for a book. I mean, while this…
“The young ones smiled through their hunger and dreamed only of biting the horizon, of the great iron machines eating up earth beneath their wheels, and of freedom.” There’s a Steinbeck-esque feel between these pages, to the Great Depression backdrop to the broken down automobiles to the darkness creeping in on the edges. Problem is,…
“My lighthouse is no longer lit, Virgil, Because there are no more boats to warn off. Five hundred years ago we landed here, And five hundred years ago we, well… stopped.” They say that nothing is original anymore, and oftentimes I am hard pressed to agree. Until now. The past year has seen little in…
I wanted to try something different. See, time’s getting shorter and shorter for me, so I thought: What jives with this and still gives me my reading fix? Short stories of course! So I’m deciding to both hone my reviewing skills and my comprehension while still being on the go. Because yes, that makes sense.…
“Thorn put a brave face on it, as always, but a brave face can be a brittle thing.” My second Abercrombie was no slouch, I’ll give him that. He has writing chops like you wouldn’t believe, but then, I don’t think I need to rehash the praise you’ll see everywhere. Man’s a genius, putting it…
Acerbic Writing 