

Despite currently existing in a soul crushing, emotional pain spiral that Rebecca Yarros has shoved me into, it’s the end of the month, so I suppose I’ll set the tissues…

Five Broken Blades by Mai Corland is sort of Oceans Eleven meets Lord of the Rings, but instead of a bank heist, it’s an assassination of a King and, instead…

…you know…for no reason at all. Absolutely no reason I can think of as to why I’m demanding that all of America read this scarily accurate prediction of a “future”…

Was anyone else’s creative mojo nonexistent in July? I’ve had zero motivation to write anything this month. Well, that’s not exactly true; my drafts library is bursting with unfinished post…

Hey, you know what’s great? Serotonin. I’m back from my little menty B with a new book review. Small disclaimer: if heavy smut/spicy content isn’t your jam, then you might…