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.
Love was poisonous when paired with pain. It turned toxic. Into mad love. Obsessive love. Summary After a friend landed an axe in his head, Boston wakes up in a hospital with no memories. No memories except for her. Writing The writing is very simple. It would have been pretty easy to read, if... Continue Reading →
You can push a person to change, but the only time the change will stick is when it's something they want to achieve on their own. I am incredibly far from my comfort zone reviewing this book, but it was so bad I just had to talk about it. Summary Lexi didn't have an easy... Continue Reading →
"After the war we came home. Sixty-five thousand battle shocked, trained killers came home to no jobs, no food and the plague. What the fuck did Her Majesty think was going to happen?" Summary After the vicious and bloody war ended, an army priest - Tomas Piety - finally comes back home. But everything... Continue Reading →