I picked up The Alchemist of All Hallows Eve because a mysterious old house and a Halloween murder sounded like exactly the kind of reading night I wanted. Then I learned there was a French chef gargoyle who fancies himself Poirot. At that point, I was sold. My…
Some books sound made for a quiet evening with a warm drink. Others make you glance toward the window before turning the page. Blood Becoming: Halvyn Dawn belongs firmly in the second group, which, honestly, can be its own kind of magic.
I meant to read a few chapters of Dark Ugly Places before bed. Instead, I stayed up until my eyes could read no more, then spent the next day thinking about Nicola, Martha, and everything I still needed to know. I could not wait to finish those last…
I have a confession before we dive into this one. I did not expect a legal thriller to wreck me the way this book did. I picked up All Guilty Anyway by Russell W. Johnson on a quiet Saturday morning, coffee in hand, planning to read a chapter…
Good morning, friends. I hope you have your coffee or tea in hand, because today’s post is one I have been sitting with for a few days now, turning it over the way you turn over a stone on a walk to see what is underneath. There is…