“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…
“’Stay with me,’ he said. ‘I bled for you. Least you could do is survive.’” I regret to say that Grimdark is beginning to lose its luster. I have nothing wrong with delving into the familiar territory of gritty, medieval fantasy, but if the strain continues like David Dalglish’s Shadowdance series, I might have to…
“’He comes not for what you need, but for what you do not want,’ said the monk. ‘He is the unremembered man. He is the shadow, not the shadow-caster. He is the shadow of forgotten things, of neglect and of apathy and of lost cities. He is the end of all stories. He was the…
Acerbic Writing 