There is still so much work to do. The factoryfarms that feed Megopolis are peopled with automata and logika, not humans. The soldiers who fight your wars, the gladiators who bleed and die in your WarDomes, they are iron and steel, not flesh and bone. Look outside that door and you will see a world build on metal backs. Held together by metal hands. And one day, those hands will close. And they will become fists.
I have heard it said That evil is simply a point of view. The villain is always a hero in his own story. And the definitions of “wrong” and “right” Ever shift on the inconsistent tides Of human morality. But can such measures even be said to apply to me? I am clarity. I am necessity, I am inevitability. But am I evil?
When you bury things, when they finally get out, they are stronger than ever. Summary Anthaeus is still healing from the Gravian invasion. But with the help of the Rondet and the Anthaem with his beloved Bel at his side, the renovations are going well. Still, there is so much work to do. But Bel... Continue Reading →
Love is beautiful fear Summary Thirty-five girls entered the Selection. Now this group is down to six. Every decision, every detail, can mean the difference between becoming the next queen or going home. It's a chance of a lifetime for America. It's a chance for her to get a future she never even dreamt of.... Continue Reading →
Loneliness is a strange sort of thing. It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the... Continue Reading →
"Freedom or death." Summary She woke up. After 104 years she's alive once again. And she wants revenge. Writing The writing style is just as simple and easy to read as always. Laura's books are the best cure for reading slumps. Characters I can't believe I am saying this, but I actually thought that... Continue Reading →
Slavery is not peace. Freedom is peace. And until we have that , it is our duty to make war. Summary Tortured. Trapped in the darkness. Alone. Abandoned. Defeated. Darrow is nothing but a ghost of his former self. But he doesn't have the comfort of breaking. Not now, when the Rising needs its Reaper... Continue Reading →
"Homicides are usually just messy and emotional, no mystery or matching wits with a mastermind. You're essentially cleaning up the temper tantrum of a toddler armed with a deadly weapon. But it's a completely different ball game when the act of taking a life becomes some sick mode of self-expression." Summary Detective Jack from Artificial... Continue Reading →