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"For who needs devils when you have men?"

"Pray for our souls.
Because this is the story of how we found them."

"What are the two types of people who can see things that aren't there, Kate?
And his quiet whisper of a punchline.
Visionaries and psychopaths.

And just like that, another puzzle piece slots into place!

Every chapter ends with a sinister little line, something meant just for the reader and that the characters are yet to figure out yet. It is making this messed up book even more appealing!

"There is a moment childhood ends, she thought. And she wanted his moment to happen a long time from now. She wanted her son to be smart enough to get out of this nightmare, but not smart enough to know he was actually inside one."

Even though I'm in the middle of approximately 257 books atm, I have the urge for some YA contemporary audio to liven up some mundane tasks and this one sounds like it's exactly what I need!

"My darlings, my vipers"

Let's begin the #StrangeTheReader book club December readalong! If you would like to join in you have the entire month of December in which to do so and we will be holding discussions over on IG. Message me to be added into our DM chat :)

"There were no books to hide behind, and no shadows - only Lazlo Strange in his worn grey robes, with his nose that had been broken by fairy tales, looking like the hero of no story ever told.

Or. No story yet told."

"If the dream chose the dreamer, then his had chosen poorly. It needed someone far more daring than he. It needed the thunder and the avalanche, the war cry and the whirling wind. It needed fire."

"war, like fortune, doesn't touch all folk with the same hand"

"There’s no such thing as the perfect novel. Perfection in art is unequivocally subjective. What one reader hails as perfection, another will throw across the room in disgust. As readers, our preferred reading experiences span the gamut from cuddly, reaffirming romances to gritty, life-challenging noir. And that’s awesome. A world without variety would leave authors with very little of interest to write about."

"People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told to see."

"What is fiction if not an intimate glimpse into someone else’s heart and soul? Whether your stories are read by two people or two million, your writing is your legacy to the world."

Release your inhibitions and just write. Let yourself meander down side trails, explore dusty corner s and crannies, and dream wild dreams. Only a small portion of these ramblings will be of use in the final draft. But the only way to find the treasure is to get yourself all mucky crawling around in the jungle. No prim and proper tea here, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time to don your pith helmet and embark on a safari

"The circus arrives without warning."

Instant chills!

"Healthy minds are being made unwell; unwell minds are being pushed over the edge."

This book is messing me up!

This book is every bit as crazy as I expected it to be and I love it!

“There are so few things in our existence we can count on to give us the sense of permanence, of the ground beneath our feet. People fail us. Our bodies fail us. We fail ourselves. He's experienced all of that. But what do you cling to, moment to moment, if memories can simply change. What, then, is real? And if the answer is nothing, where does that leave us?”

"It is the lonely hour of the night, one with which he is all too familiar - when the city sleeps but you don't, and all the regrets of your life rage in your mind with an unbearable intensity."

"Someone with an axe, or a bow and arrow, or a man with a grenade launcher or gas chamber, could not kill everyone, but a man with an atom... That means the whole world is in danger."

"I don't want to live history, in historic times, where my short life is just so defenceless. Great events trample it underfoot without even noticing, without pausing. After us, history is all that will be left. Chernobyl will be left... But my life? My love?"

"We have always lived in horror. We're good at it. Horror is our natural habitat.

Our nation is unrivalled at that."

"Nature's worst enemy may be man but, on the other hand, he is a creator. He can transform the world... But progress calls for sacrifices, and the more we progress, the more victims it calls for. No less than war. That's clear now."

"If you know what happens—the “mission” of a scene—then writing it is one of two things: execution, or seeking a better idea. With outlining, you do that seeking pre-draft, and thus you avoid the temptation to “settle” simply because, hey, it works, I need to move on. With outlining, what simply “works” (in a drafting process) is trumped by what works best."

"The art of fiction is a wide-open sea of possibilities, in which the author is a wave-tossed ship along for the ride. And what a glorious ride it is! On the other hand, the craft of fiction puts that same ship under the expert guidance of a captain who knows how to decipher his map of those seas and then furl, trim, and jib his sails so his ship will carry him through the story on precisely the right course."

Trying to get back into the habit of beginning my day with some non-fiction reading.

"That night a great storm...took hold of the coast and shook it like a blanket. The sea, just before the storm broke, lay coiled in glassy masses that heaved in disunion against each other...The sky showered livid gashes of brightness as though it had split. Electricity, like a cat, hissed and spat in the first fall of rain. And then the structure of the sky collapsed, and the storm fell down upon us."

“I burn,” she murmurs, “because I love too much.” The gods crumble under the stress of our adoration, just as too intense a dark creates illusory stars."