Scroll your mouse to this post, hover over it, and click on it to read about absurd over-writing.
Scroll your mouse to this post, hover over it, and click on it to read about absurd over-writing.
A classic, easy fantasy perfectly low-key for reading with fried nerves.
Definitely a 70s book, even if it was published in 1980.
I knew I wouldn’t like this book, but I kinda had to know how the series ended.
Ignore the cover. It’s absolutely nothing like Rosemary’s Baby.
This one comes from the family archives.
I finally get to revel in some absurdity.
The only intersection of this cover with the story is tigers.
No matter my thoughts of the book, that cover is sick
Classic fantasy classically middle-of-the-road.
That cover art might be the most authentic to the book cover art I’ve ever seen.
Why can’t one campy-looking novel actually be campy?
A tale of three worlds. Unfortunately two of those worlds are super rushed.
Hopefully this sci-fi/fantasy mashup series doesn’t hurt me as much as The Saga of Pliocene Exile did.
I’m back with what is definitely not a novel.
I finally get the cozy mystery fantasy that I’ve wanted since The Drastic Dragon of Draco Texas.
It’s been nothing but rain in Pittsburgh, but my reading is in a dry-spell.
I knew I wouldn’t like this book, and yet I was still tricked into thinking that I might like it.
This review proves my ability for impartiality.
We decided to see other people.