Much to my own surprise, I seem to be down to between 1 and 7 books left to read for the Subjective Chaos Kind of Awards shortlists (depending on how many series I finish). I’ve now finished reading the novella nominees, so time for a quick round-up of the last two and a muse over where that leaves me…
apocalypse
As the Siberian tundra melts, a deadly virus is released from the ice and devastates the world. How High We Go In The Dark is a series of personal stories from a parallel now exploring themes of connection, grief and hope as humanity grapples with a rapidly-changing context.
I had a hoot taking the Bookish Memory Check for Wyrd and Wonder, and when Tanja jogged my memory by running an SFnal edition over at Where Stories Lie, I knew it was going to be my first tag of the month. I like to think my TBR and my shelves are fairly curated, so I should know what all these books are about, right? Yes, well, let’s find out!
If love does not pin you down, if love is not heavy enough to keep you in place, what on earth could be? If love is not enough then guilt cannot be enough, duty cannot be enough. But what do they weigh?
99.5% of humanity were wiped out in 3 short years after They arrived. 50 years later, a team of researchers sift through the ruins of a siege city to better understand the catastrophe. When Emerson finds a survivor’s journal, it feels like the jackpot. But can Eva’s account be taken at face value?
Top Ten Tuesday was created by The Broke and the Bookish, and is now hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl. It’s all about books, lists and sharing the love we have of both with our bookish friends. This week is a Thanksgiving freebie, so I’m sort of cheating as I want to talk about apocalypse novels for SciFiMonth – but I am thankful it’s not the end of the world, so only sort of.
Mark Spitz was the very definition of average, carried along unresisting by the currents of middle class life… until the dead started walking.
Now he’s a traumatised loner – sorry, seasoned survivor – sweeping up the remnants of the apocalypse so that the living can return to Manhattan.
Welcome to Zone One.
We’re counting down the days to Hallowe’en with some #SpooktasticReads. Today’s prompt – dark fantasy – is the perfect excuse to enthuse at you about one of my favourite series: Aliette de Bodard’s Gothic fantasy Dominion of the Fallen.
Come, enter the shadows of Fallen Paris with me…
Bringing your husband home for the holidays can be stressful at the best of times. Thuan is married to an over-protective angel who is keen on hurting people, and the festivities are set to involve palace intrigue and murder. Happy new year?
When House Harrier explodes into civil war, Paris holds its breath to see who comes out on top. With Silverspires and Hawthorn already weakened, this could be an opportunity for the ruthlessly ambitious – but no-one is ready for what emerges from the fires of Harrier…
A summer digging up Norse ruins in Greenland should have been amazing, but with a flu pandemic breaking out back home, six haunted post-docs question their choices – and their sanity. Can they rely on one another to get through the Arctic night?
This is it: the end of The Poison Song read-along. We have followed our heroes (and Hest) from one end of Sarn to the other. We have shared their victories and their dismays. Now it’s time to find out which will triumph: love or vengeance. I am not ready.
It’s all getting very personal: as the Queen rips through Bern’s memories in her attempt to understand emotions, the war beasts discover that blood ties cannot be denied and our heroes are confronted by irresistible truths. And Hest? Hest has had enough of all their shit.
Our heroes’ situations are rapidly going from bad to worse. Noon must confront her past, Vintage must confront a former friend and Tor really mustn’t confront his sister. But can any of them seize some advantage from adversity to aid their war against the Jure’lia?
Our heroes are separated, Hest has a Grand Plan (#HestNO), Tyranny has the upper hand, and Noon has attracted the attention of an ancient force whose intentions are entirely ambiguous. We’re only a week in and the screaming is intensifying.
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