Rùnach is an elf, and Aisling is — well, that would be telling. Maybe they don’t actually have TEH ICKY SECKS? Maybe their passion is consummated mind-to-mind in the aether, amidst the starlight and the music of the spheres? What do I know, anyway? Read the whole review here!
The Book Every Writer Should Read
With a boost from an illegal stimulant cadged from his roommate, Pete churns out his own manuscript, The Tornado Ashes Club, in which a man unjustly accused of murder takes to the open road with a recovering heroin addict/folk singer named Esmeralda, his grandmother, and the ashes of his grandmother’s One True Love, Luke. The climax occurs when the trio flings Luke’s ashes into a tornado on Christmas morning. He improbably sells this…remarkable work, and then he sits back and waits for the money to […]