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Book Review: Wizard and Glass by Stephen King (The Dark Tower #4)

This book is a mess. The prologue is a poorer version of the third’s final chapter. The rest of the book seems clumsily contrived to force out the truth of Roland’s past. And so we are left with 100 pages … Continue reading

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Book Review: The Drawing of the Three by Stephen King (The Dark Tower #2)

“Yes, yes, honey, I know you wish to stay up longer, but daddy must watch a gunslinger procure antibiotics from a pharmacist. No honey, I don’t expect you to understand. I expect you to sleep. Yes, daddy loves you, but … Continue reading

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Book Review: The Gunslinger by Stephen King (The Dark Tower #1)

Stephen King writes that there are two types of writers: “architects” and “gardeners”. Architects design their work in detail before even beginning to build and gardeners throw seed to the earth and see what grows. King falls, by his own … Continue reading

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Book Review: Dead Man’s Hand by John Joseph Adams (Editor)

Anthologies are hard to review. It’s the same as short story collections, except worse. Instead of a single author prying their mind open at different points you have an editor playing god with dozens of other minds and apparently something … Continue reading

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(Comic)Book Review: East of West: The Apocalypse, Year One by Jonathan Hickman and Nick Dragotta

This book is like having sex the first time. It’s fast, it’s messy and in the throes of bodies smashed and thrust together you’re bound to miss some things. But in the end you’re left confused, perplexed, but unabashedly certain … Continue reading

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Dominance and Dominion

And so the carnival rang and marched forever into the distance. A chorus of buckshot, flies buzzing over rotten flesh. A mountain of skulls ghostly voids proudly marking the trail of their crossing. Fed fat on blood and excess they sing, sing, singing … Continue reading

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