The world of Zharka lives in perpetual penance—as dictated by its priests—for a great sin committed long ago.
All tagged out of print
Gifts of Blood by Susan Petry
Gifts of Blood is a compilation of stories by the late author, Susan Petrey. Originally scattered across numerous periodicals, her friends decided to aggregate all her known works into one book
Dragon's Pawn by Carol L Dennis
In hindsight, the second he found the fennec fox attractive was the moment I should have closed the book.
The Guardsman
I’m calling it quits on The Guardsman by P.J. Beese and Todd Cameron Hamilton. There’s some reticence in this decision. I’m curious about where the story will go, but, I’m almost compulsively curious.
The Wave and the Flame by M Bradely Kellogg
I wanted to like this book. I wanted to like this book so much. I mean, look at that cover. It's fucking sweet. The palette alone is solid gold, and the back copy sounds so ... epic. Instead I quit on page 40.
The Wicked Enchantment by Margot Benary-Isbert
The Wicked Enchantment is a delight, and a perfect example of why I adore buying used books from local stores—I’m sure I’d never have found this gem otherwise. For one, it’s out of print, which is a shame. [...]
Star Gate by Andre Norton
Star Gate, by (Alice) Andre Norton, has nothing to do with the Stargate you’re familiar with—unless, of course, Star Gate by Andre Norton is the Star Gate you’re familiar with.
Found by June Oldham
As a child, there was little I looked forward to more than the Scholastic Book magazine. Even in my tiny, evangelical Christian school, somehow it remained uncensored even as amazing, though-provoking books were purged from the school’s own library.
Killer Pine by Lindsay Gutteridge
I’ve been snookered. Killer Pine is, in fact, faux-fem-fan. Lindsay Gutteridge—the author—is in reality Thomas Gordon Lindsay Gutteridge. He was a UK author, an art teacher, and most decidedly, a man.
The Incorporated Knight by L Sprague & Catherine Cook de Camp
The Incorporated Knight is … a book? It’s not a comedy, not in the traditional manner. I never really laughed, though I did occasionally reflect that it was funny. It’s not a serious book either. There’s too much absurdity and sheer bumbling for me to feel attached to the characters or have expectations for the plot.