"Once written, besides, Neapolitan seems sterilized. It loses passion, loses affect, loses the sense of danger it often communicated to me. In my childhood and adolescence, it was the language of coarse male vulgarity, the language of the violence of men calling to you on the street, or, contrarily the sugary-sweet language with which women... Continue Reading →
Book review: “The Storm of Echoes” by Christelle Dabos
“Peace has a price. If your right hand causes you to fall, cut it off and throw it far away from you. That’s what I did, you know? When we change ourselves, little girl, we change the entire universe. Because what is outside is like what sins aside...what is inside.” Genre: #HighFantasy #SteamPunk #Romance My... Continue Reading →