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The streets were empty Sunday morning. Paris was in church or bed. Nobody out to hear the scuttle beneath cobbled roads. Saints and Kings had trod those stones and worn them smooth, but beneath them existed another world: the catacombs. Following the smell of smoke, Henri whistled, and listened to
Contains spoilers for We Solve Murders and The Thursday Murder Club. It's become something of a stereotype that to sell murder mysteries these days you need to have some sort of lowered stakes. Hence the subgenre of 'cozy crime' doing numbers on tiktok and instagram, the
Cormac McCarthy's apocalypse novel is a masterclass in dialogue and characterisation. Treading slowly through a razed land, a man and his son who was born post-fallout have one goal: get to the ocean. Content Warning: This review contains upsetting topics. Ecocritical Themes The novel explores how society in
In my experience, the best unreliable narrators are those that go to great efforts to prove their reliability, or excuse their unreliability. The account of Humbert Humbert is introduced as being written 'under supervision' giving the impression that he is far worse than he lets on. However, when
Response to prompt 1 from JF Danskin’s June Prompts: A drabble during which an actual bell tolls. Is the sound a call to action, a warning, or something else… I don’t know when I discovered that studying in cars, moving or not, could shut out so many distractions.
