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The Martian by Andy Weir
I’m pretty much fucked.
That’s my considered opinion.
Fucked.
The Martian by Andy Weir
I’m pretty much fucked.
That’s my considered opinion.
Fucked.
December 30, 2025 at 1:49 PM
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The Martian by Andy Weir
I’m pretty much fucked.
That’s my considered opinion.
Fucked.
The Martian by Andy Weir
I’m pretty much fucked.
That’s my considered opinion.
Fucked.
224
White Trash Warlock by David Slayton
Adam would have given anything to be like the other boys, whose biggest concerns were girls and sneaking their dad’s beer. Even if he’d been straight, Adam’s father had vanished, and he couldn’t drink without his Sight making him crazy.
White Trash Warlock by David Slayton
Adam would have given anything to be like the other boys, whose biggest concerns were girls and sneaking their dad’s beer. Even if he’d been straight, Adam’s father had vanished, and he couldn’t drink without his Sight making him crazy.
December 29, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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White Trash Warlock by David Slayton
Adam would have given anything to be like the other boys, whose biggest concerns were girls and sneaking their dad’s beer. Even if he’d been straight, Adam’s father had vanished, and he couldn’t drink without his Sight making him crazy.
White Trash Warlock by David Slayton
Adam would have given anything to be like the other boys, whose biggest concerns were girls and sneaking their dad’s beer. Even if he’d been straight, Adam’s father had vanished, and he couldn’t drink without his Sight making him crazy.
223
Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid
Unless Ilya was very bad at reading people- and he definitely wasn’t - Hollander probably would have kissed him right back. And, Jesus, that thought had consumed Ilya since draft day.
Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid
Unless Ilya was very bad at reading people- and he definitely wasn’t - Hollander probably would have kissed him right back. And, Jesus, that thought had consumed Ilya since draft day.
December 26, 2025 at 7:48 PM
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Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid
Unless Ilya was very bad at reading people- and he definitely wasn’t - Hollander probably would have kissed him right back. And, Jesus, that thought had consumed Ilya since draft day.
Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid
Unless Ilya was very bad at reading people- and he definitely wasn’t - Hollander probably would have kissed him right back. And, Jesus, that thought had consumed Ilya since draft day.
222
Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
“You don’t look like a monster.”
“I’ll tell you a secret, Hanna. The really bad monsters never look like monsters.”
Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
“You don’t look like a monster.”
“I’ll tell you a secret, Hanna. The really bad monsters never look like monsters.”
December 26, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
“You don’t look like a monster.”
“I’ll tell you a secret, Hanna. The really bad monsters never look like monsters.”
Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
“You don’t look like a monster.”
“I’ll tell you a secret, Hanna. The really bad monsters never look like monsters.”
221
The Wayfinder by Adam Johnson
Hine threw up her hands. “They’re all blurring together,” she says. “I can’t keep them straight.”
“That’s good,” Tiri said. “There’s only one story, the story of our people. It can come in scraps.”
The Wayfinder by Adam Johnson
Hine threw up her hands. “They’re all blurring together,” she says. “I can’t keep them straight.”
“That’s good,” Tiri said. “There’s only one story, the story of our people. It can come in scraps.”
December 23, 2025 at 3:38 PM
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The Wayfinder by Adam Johnson
Hine threw up her hands. “They’re all blurring together,” she says. “I can’t keep them straight.”
“That’s good,” Tiri said. “There’s only one story, the story of our people. It can come in scraps.”
The Wayfinder by Adam Johnson
Hine threw up her hands. “They’re all blurring together,” she says. “I can’t keep them straight.”
“That’s good,” Tiri said. “There’s only one story, the story of our people. It can come in scraps.”
220
Victorian Psycho by Virginia Feito
I was sixteen years old when realized I was unable to feel fear. At least, not in the way other people experience it-in that undignified, acutely desperate sort of way.
Victorian Psycho by Virginia Feito
I was sixteen years old when realized I was unable to feel fear. At least, not in the way other people experience it-in that undignified, acutely desperate sort of way.
December 21, 2025 at 12:29 AM
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Victorian Psycho by Virginia Feito
I was sixteen years old when realized I was unable to feel fear. At least, not in the way other people experience it-in that undignified, acutely desperate sort of way.
Victorian Psycho by Virginia Feito
I was sixteen years old when realized I was unable to feel fear. At least, not in the way other people experience it-in that undignified, acutely desperate sort of way.
219
The Last Town by Blake Crouch
I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences.
The Last Town by Blake Crouch
I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences.
December 19, 2025 at 8:09 PM
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The Last Town by Blake Crouch
I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences.
The Last Town by Blake Crouch
I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences.
218
A Power Unmasked by Freya Marske
“It meant something, to hear from a real person. It made it all seem less tawdry. It was-a kind thing.”
And Jack wasn’t going to ask how few kindnesses this man had received in his life, that a page-long letter…would rank so highly.
A Power Unmasked by Freya Marske
“It meant something, to hear from a real person. It made it all seem less tawdry. It was-a kind thing.”
And Jack wasn’t going to ask how few kindnesses this man had received in his life, that a page-long letter…would rank so highly.
December 19, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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A Power Unmasked by Freya Marske
“It meant something, to hear from a real person. It made it all seem less tawdry. It was-a kind thing.”
And Jack wasn’t going to ask how few kindnesses this man had received in his life, that a page-long letter…would rank so highly.
A Power Unmasked by Freya Marske
“It meant something, to hear from a real person. It made it all seem less tawdry. It was-a kind thing.”
And Jack wasn’t going to ask how few kindnesses this man had received in his life, that a page-long letter…would rank so highly.
217
Canticle by Janet Rich Edward’s
Aleys has tried everything she can think of to prove herself to God. She can’t help but feel her talents are wasted. The saints get all the adventures. All the friends.
“You’re a strange child,” says Papa, “but you’ll save us in the end.”
Canticle by Janet Rich Edward’s
Aleys has tried everything she can think of to prove herself to God. She can’t help but feel her talents are wasted. The saints get all the adventures. All the friends.
“You’re a strange child,” says Papa, “but you’ll save us in the end.”
December 16, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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Canticle by Janet Rich Edward’s
Aleys has tried everything she can think of to prove herself to God. She can’t help but feel her talents are wasted. The saints get all the adventures. All the friends.
“You’re a strange child,” says Papa, “but you’ll save us in the end.”
Canticle by Janet Rich Edward’s
Aleys has tried everything she can think of to prove herself to God. She can’t help but feel her talents are wasted. The saints get all the adventures. All the friends.
“You’re a strange child,” says Papa, “but you’ll save us in the end.”
216
Game Changer by Rachel Reid
It wasn’t just being gay, or being famous. It was both of those things combined and knowing that it wasn’t possible to openly be who he was in his line of work.
Game Changer by Rachel Reid
It wasn’t just being gay, or being famous. It was both of those things combined and knowing that it wasn’t possible to openly be who he was in his line of work.
December 14, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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Game Changer by Rachel Reid
It wasn’t just being gay, or being famous. It was both of those things combined and knowing that it wasn’t possible to openly be who he was in his line of work.
Game Changer by Rachel Reid
It wasn’t just being gay, or being famous. It was both of those things combined and knowing that it wasn’t possible to openly be who he was in his line of work.
216
A Psalm For The Wild Built by Becky Chambers
Sometimes, a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city.
A Psalm For The Wild Built by Becky Chambers
Sometimes, a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city.
December 12, 2025 at 4:25 PM
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A Psalm For The Wild Built by Becky Chambers
Sometimes, a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city.
A Psalm For The Wild Built by Becky Chambers
Sometimes, a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city.
215
You Are Fatally Invited by Ande Pliego
But a decade in courtrooms had instructed me that anyone was capable of anything-including celebrities, including authors. Including myself. What on earth possessed me to think coming was a good idea?
You Are Fatally Invited by Ande Pliego
But a decade in courtrooms had instructed me that anyone was capable of anything-including celebrities, including authors. Including myself. What on earth possessed me to think coming was a good idea?
December 11, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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You Are Fatally Invited by Ande Pliego
But a decade in courtrooms had instructed me that anyone was capable of anything-including celebrities, including authors. Including myself. What on earth possessed me to think coming was a good idea?
You Are Fatally Invited by Ande Pliego
But a decade in courtrooms had instructed me that anyone was capable of anything-including celebrities, including authors. Including myself. What on earth possessed me to think coming was a good idea?
214
The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
December 8, 2025 at 11:50 PM
214
The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
The Book That Held Her Heart by Mark Lawrence
The library was never about taking charge. It’s a memory. It’s ideas. It might have hoped to stop what’s happening here, but it’s too late. There will be blood, and horror, and probably all the worst things that humanity is capable of.
213
The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
December 2, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
The Everlasting by Alix Harrow
She only knew that her father was dead, and that the hilt in her hand felt like the clasp of an old friend.
And so-full of grief and fresh-born fury-she drew the sword from the yew.
212
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
November 30, 2025 at 8:59 PM
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Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
“In mortal days, when they couldn’t cure a cancer-illness, they cut that cancer-illness out. That’s exactly what I do.”
“It’s cruel.”
“It’s not. The scythes that I end feel no pain.”
211
The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
November 28, 2025 at 8:25 PM
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The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
The Place Where They Buried Your Heart by Christina Henry
When grown-ups said “dangerous,” they meant “structurally unsound.” They didn’t mean the house could devour a child whole.
210
The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
November 26, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
The Stranger In Her House by John Marrs
Either he has brainwashed all of them or in the one who has got it hopelessly wrong. Maybe I’m projecting. Not everyone is a liar, not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone is going to stab me in the back like Caz did.
209
Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
November 25, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
Brigands & Breadknives by Travis Baldree
She sighed and whispered, “If I read this in a book, I’d never believe it. It’s too amazing and stupid at the same time.
208
Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
November 19, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
Haven’t Killed In Years by Amy Green
On the day my mother was released from prison I stubbed my toe four times. Same toe. Four times. It was a statistical anomaly and, in hindsight, a warning that bad things were coming my way.
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A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
November 17, 2025 at 7:57 PM
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A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
“A wild goose chase with a side order of possibly being apprehended for theft.”
“Or, apparently, murdered,” said Violet. “Doesn’t it sound a lark?”
206
The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
November 15, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
The Merge by Grace Walker
You’ve got Alzheimer’s. I’m an addict. Noah’s got leukemia. Were the misfits if society. If they find a way to successfully merge us, to get rid of our problems, then they’ll do it to anyone with an ailment. Soon, only the healthy, rich ones will be left.
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There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
November 14, 2025 at 7:09 PM
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There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
There Is No Antimemetics Division by QNTM
But an idea can end a world. An idea is alive. It can mutate, it can replicate, it can predate on other ideas…and it can hide.
204
Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
November 12, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
Kill The Beast by Serra Swift
…to Lyssa it would always be “the Beast.” The horror that had shaped her life into something she hardly recognized, and still haunted her nightmares almost thirteen years later.
203
The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
November 10, 2025 at 3:19 AM
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The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
The Perfect Hosts by Heather Gudenkauf
They didn’t do shit. You know why? Because these small communities protect their own. Always have. Always will. Mom was a nobody cleaning lady who picked up their shit, and we were her nothing kids.
202
Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.
Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.
November 8, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.
Hazelthorn by CG Drews
He knows what it is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave.