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The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
December 8, 2025 at 11:50 PM
214
The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
213
The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
December 2, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
212
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
November 30, 2025 at 8:59 PM
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Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
211
The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
November 28, 2025 at 8:25 PM
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The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
210
The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
November 26, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
209
Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
November 25, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
208
Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
November 19, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
207
A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
November 17, 2025 at 7:57 PM
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A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
206
The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
November 15, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
205
There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
November 14, 2025 at 7:09 PM
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There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
204
Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
November 12, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
203
The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
November 10, 2025 at 3:19 AM
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The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
202
Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.
Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.
November 8, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.
Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.
201
Witch King by Martha Wells
The ghoul choked out, “I didn’t know you were a…”
“Say it.” Kai smiled
“…a demon.”
“You idiot.” Kai leaned closer to whisper, “I’m the demon.”
Witch King by Martha Wells
The ghoul choked out, “I didn’t know you were a…”
“Say it.” Kai smiled
“…a demon.”
“You idiot.” Kai leaned closer to whisper, “I’m the demon.”
November 7, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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Witch King by Martha Wells
The ghoul choked out, “I didn’t know you were a…”
“Say it.” Kai smiled
“…a demon.”
“You idiot.” Kai leaned closer to whisper, “I’m the demon.”
Witch King by Martha Wells
The ghoul choked out, “I didn’t know you were a…”
“Say it.” Kai smiled
“…a demon.”
“You idiot.” Kai leaned closer to whisper, “I’m the demon.”
200
Every Heart A Doorway by Seanan McGuire
Now I know that if you open the right door at the right time, you might finally find a place where you belong. Why does that mean I can’t go back? Maybe I’m just not finished being sure.
Every Heart A Doorway by Seanan McGuire
Now I know that if you open the right door at the right time, you might finally find a place where you belong. Why does that mean I can’t go back? Maybe I’m just not finished being sure.
November 5, 2025 at 8:29 PM
200
Every Heart A Doorway by Seanan McGuire
Now I know that if you open the right door at the right time, you might finally find a place where you belong. Why does that mean I can’t go back? Maybe I’m just not finished being sure.
Every Heart A Doorway by Seanan McGuire
Now I know that if you open the right door at the right time, you might finally find a place where you belong. Why does that mean I can’t go back? Maybe I’m just not finished being sure.
199
Seveneves by Neal Stephenson
The moon blew up without warning and for no apparent reason. It was waxing, only one day short of full. The time was 05:03:12 UTC. Later, it would be designated A+0.0.0, or simply Zero.
Seveneves by Neal Stephenson
The moon blew up without warning and for no apparent reason. It was waxing, only one day short of full. The time was 05:03:12 UTC. Later, it would be designated A+0.0.0, or simply Zero.
November 5, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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Seveneves by Neal Stephenson
The moon blew up without warning and for no apparent reason. It was waxing, only one day short of full. The time was 05:03:12 UTC. Later, it would be designated A+0.0.0, or simply Zero.
Seveneves by Neal Stephenson
The moon blew up without warning and for no apparent reason. It was waxing, only one day short of full. The time was 05:03:12 UTC. Later, it would be designated A+0.0.0, or simply Zero.
198
Ask For Andrea by Noelle Ihli
I first realized I was dead the same way you realize you’ve been dreaming. Except backwards, I guess. Because the bad dream was real.
Ask For Andrea by Noelle Ihli
I first realized I was dead the same way you realize you’ve been dreaming. Except backwards, I guess. Because the bad dream was real.
October 31, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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Ask For Andrea by Noelle Ihli
I first realized I was dead the same way you realize you’ve been dreaming. Except backwards, I guess. Because the bad dream was real.
Ask For Andrea by Noelle Ihli
I first realized I was dead the same way you realize you’ve been dreaming. Except backwards, I guess. Because the bad dream was real.
197
Recipes For An Unexpected Afterlife by Deston Munden
It’s been hundreds of years since you’ve been living. How long can a dream live without nourishment? How long has it been since you’ve thought about you- you underneath all that bloody history?
Recipes For An Unexpected Afterlife by Deston Munden
It’s been hundreds of years since you’ve been living. How long can a dream live without nourishment? How long has it been since you’ve thought about you- you underneath all that bloody history?
October 30, 2025 at 7:09 PM
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Recipes For An Unexpected Afterlife by Deston Munden
It’s been hundreds of years since you’ve been living. How long can a dream live without nourishment? How long has it been since you’ve thought about you- you underneath all that bloody history?
Recipes For An Unexpected Afterlife by Deston Munden
It’s been hundreds of years since you’ve been living. How long can a dream live without nourishment? How long has it been since you’ve thought about you- you underneath all that bloody history?
196
How To Kill A Witch: The Patriarchy’s Guide To Silencing Women by Venditozzi and Mitchell
When the going gets tough in any society, it is the most vulnerable who are accused of causing the damage.
How To Kill A Witch: The Patriarchy’s Guide To Silencing Women by Venditozzi and Mitchell
When the going gets tough in any society, it is the most vulnerable who are accused of causing the damage.
October 29, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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How To Kill A Witch: The Patriarchy’s Guide To Silencing Women by Venditozzi and Mitchell
When the going gets tough in any society, it is the most vulnerable who are accused of causing the damage.
How To Kill A Witch: The Patriarchy’s Guide To Silencing Women by Venditozzi and Mitchell
When the going gets tough in any society, it is the most vulnerable who are accused of causing the damage.
195
Disappoint Me by Nicola Dinan
…when it came to race, part of how well you were doing was how well you hid it, at least back then. I hate that it still feels the same with being trans. For me. I can’t ignore that the hiddenness, the cloaked transness, might be why Vincent thinks this will work
Disappoint Me by Nicola Dinan
…when it came to race, part of how well you were doing was how well you hid it, at least back then. I hate that it still feels the same with being trans. For me. I can’t ignore that the hiddenness, the cloaked transness, might be why Vincent thinks this will work
October 28, 2025 at 12:23 AM
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Disappoint Me by Nicola Dinan
…when it came to race, part of how well you were doing was how well you hid it, at least back then. I hate that it still feels the same with being trans. For me. I can’t ignore that the hiddenness, the cloaked transness, might be why Vincent thinks this will work
Disappoint Me by Nicola Dinan
…when it came to race, part of how well you were doing was how well you hid it, at least back then. I hate that it still feels the same with being trans. For me. I can’t ignore that the hiddenness, the cloaked transness, might be why Vincent thinks this will work
194
One Bad Night & Other Stories
“I would remember if I had a sister,” I say, but the words are too fragile, too uncertain, and I’m sure Axelle hears it.
“Would you?” She says. “It’s so hard to remember anything in all this darkness.”
One Bad Night & Other Stories
“I would remember if I had a sister,” I say, but the words are too fragile, too uncertain, and I’m sure Axelle hears it.
“Would you?” She says. “It’s so hard to remember anything in all this darkness.”
October 27, 2025 at 12:20 PM
194
One Bad Night & Other Stories
“I would remember if I had a sister,” I say, but the words are too fragile, too uncertain, and I’m sure Axelle hears it.
“Would you?” She says. “It’s so hard to remember anything in all this darkness.”
One Bad Night & Other Stories
“I would remember if I had a sister,” I say, but the words are too fragile, too uncertain, and I’m sure Axelle hears it.
“Would you?” She says. “It’s so hard to remember anything in all this darkness.”
193
Artemis by Andy Weir
“Jazz, I’m a businessman,” he said. “My whole job is exploiting underutilized resources. And you are a massively underutilized resource.”
Artemis by Andy Weir
“Jazz, I’m a businessman,” he said. “My whole job is exploiting underutilized resources. And you are a massively underutilized resource.”
October 26, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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Artemis by Andy Weir
“Jazz, I’m a businessman,” he said. “My whole job is exploiting underutilized resources. And you are a massively underutilized resource.”
Artemis by Andy Weir
“Jazz, I’m a businessman,” he said. “My whole job is exploiting underutilized resources. And you are a massively underutilized resource.”
192
Alchemy of Secrets by Stephanie Garber
By now, I’m sure many of you have tried to find the devil at a hotel bar, and I probably should have said this before: Be very careful. Hollywood was not built on dreams, it was built on favors from the devil….
Alchemy of Secrets by Stephanie Garber
By now, I’m sure many of you have tried to find the devil at a hotel bar, and I probably should have said this before: Be very careful. Hollywood was not built on dreams, it was built on favors from the devil….
October 25, 2025 at 8:04 PM
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Alchemy of Secrets by Stephanie Garber
By now, I’m sure many of you have tried to find the devil at a hotel bar, and I probably should have said this before: Be very careful. Hollywood was not built on dreams, it was built on favors from the devil….
Alchemy of Secrets by Stephanie Garber
By now, I’m sure many of you have tried to find the devil at a hotel bar, and I probably should have said this before: Be very careful. Hollywood was not built on dreams, it was built on favors from the devil….
191
The Infernals by John Connolly
What Mrs Abernathy had discovered, even if she refused to admit it to herself, was that if you go to a place intent upon changing it, then sometimes that place may end up changing you instead.
The Infernals by John Connolly
What Mrs Abernathy had discovered, even if she refused to admit it to herself, was that if you go to a place intent upon changing it, then sometimes that place may end up changing you instead.
October 24, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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The Infernals by John Connolly
What Mrs Abernathy had discovered, even if she refused to admit it to herself, was that if you go to a place intent upon changing it, then sometimes that place may end up changing you instead.
The Infernals by John Connolly
What Mrs Abernathy had discovered, even if she refused to admit it to herself, was that if you go to a place intent upon changing it, then sometimes that place may end up changing you instead.
190
Extremity by Nicholas Binge
Maybe that’s my punishment. Maybe I’m doomed to repeat all this, again and again and again, like some kind of sick purgatory, for the rest of time.
Extremity by Nicholas Binge
Maybe that’s my punishment. Maybe I’m doomed to repeat all this, again and again and again, like some kind of sick purgatory, for the rest of time.
October 23, 2025 at 10:32 PM
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Extremity by Nicholas Binge
Maybe that’s my punishment. Maybe I’m doomed to repeat all this, again and again and again, like some kind of sick purgatory, for the rest of time.
Extremity by Nicholas Binge
Maybe that’s my punishment. Maybe I’m doomed to repeat all this, again and again and again, like some kind of sick purgatory, for the rest of time.