who gave this gremlin a pen??

The #QIAwards are OPEN FOR VOTING

and MY BOOK IS UP THERE :O :O :O

Whoever put it up for these categories, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for nominating me! ESPECIALLY WHOEVER PUT KESTREL & ELIJAH FOR BEST CHARACTERS✨

voting happens here:

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(2 days left to buy my ebook at 50% discount)

Very excited to read all of these 🤩

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca, The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones, and The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix are the queer/bipoc/feminist horror picks I've been eyeing up since the autumn.

The Ballad of Septimus Mak is an indie pagan adventure I've been dying to read from Julian M. Miles (go support him, also his indie publisher is called Lizards of the Host, which I love).

The Library at Mount Char by Scott Hawkins is a culty horror that I mostly got to satisfy a Gundam brainworm of mine.

It was one stop past the main town, where everyone worked. Nobody ever bothered to stay on the train past that point. Nobody needed to. Everything we wanted everything we needed was in the city, why go to that elusive sequestered stop beyond?

Daily life is monotonous. How can it not be? You have a rhythm you find a rhythm and you use it to survive and it becomes a necessity until the point comes where even changing one beat to the bar would ruin your paycheck your mortgage your grocery budget your insurance. before you know it, you are entrenched. Sure, you could break out. But would it be worth it? You know what hunger feels like.

So nobody ever takes the train on to the sequestered stop. I never even learned what that village looks like, until one night I ended up there drunk, I'd missed my stop after a night out partying in Oxford, I had never expected I'd cross the threshhold to the farplane the underdark the mirrorverse the upside down under such a condition. But there I was. And it was just like any other place, but silent, unresponsive to my state of need.

I think this is my way of explaining why I don't have a year review. It's the year of my debut novel. But I remain the same. Performing an exercise in telling without truly telling. The patterns that bind me, bind me still.

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