Have i ever mentioned that i completely adore these books!? i have not?! Well, let me start with saying that right now!!I liked this one way more than the second, it was funnier and the artwork was better on this one, it was more like the first.First off, Emma and Cathy are my favorite characters...
Blurb: Suddenly Shielder's Mark is living a fairy tale come true. A commoner's son, he has broken the spell of Red Keep. Now he can collect the hero's reward promised by the king--whatever Mark names. Smitten, he names the king's daughter.That's where his fairy tale ends.The hero's sword he claim...
Some thots while reading:"Kut Rate Kruise Lines" was hilariously funny to me, especially when describing how the company determines if a converted cargo ship or used passenger liner is safe for space travel.I get it that Yoda hates droids. I also get it that it might have seemed like a good idea...
Sean Stewart is one of those writers I used to buy sight unseen (before he unfortunately dropped out of writing novels and decided to devote his time to writing interactive online games). His books tend to be very character driven, something I personally like, and he has an individual writing sty...
This may be Sean Stewart's best novel, though I have to admit that it is not quite my favourite. Here we see Stewart displaying full mastery of his prose, his characterization, and his depiction of a fully realized magical world. Be warned though, neither the characters, nor the world presented, ...
PLIANT, MERRY, MOROSE, ALL AT ONCE. FOR ME THERE'S NO LIVING WITH YOU, OR WITHOUT YOU. —MARTIAL CHAPTERTWO It was always the two of them. Dante quick and laughing, Dante the lead in the school play, Dante and the girls, Dante, Dante: his smile, golden. His touch, magic. ...And Jet always be...
“Though I don’t know why I should bother fixing her up, if she’s going to make a habit out of grabbing people’s lightsabers.” Master Caudle looked dryly at Yoda. “Three days and she’ll be fine.”“It’s not a big deal,” Scout said. “I made sure it was the left hand that got, um…sacrificed.” She look...
I was living in her house now, I was the oldest woman in the family; it was me who had to look after Daddy, me who had the child on the way. And I, who had been so sure of myself and who I was—not Momma, mostly—felt myself begin to melt in the May heat, my edges running, my outlines less definite...