April 15, 2013
Other than Interrobang books? Sand by Hugh Howey
Lydia gazed at the tainted strawberry. Sweet, Lidia thought. Death should be sweet. She raised the strawberry to her lips. Suddenly a new inspiration whispered in her ear. She bowed her head and proffered the strawberry in the palm of her pale hand, bringing forth all her skill, playing the loyal servant desperately eager to please. She held her breath, no longer aware of the room around her. The guests and conversations all had disappeared. Everything had gone silent. There was only [her master] and the strawberry and the frozen moment of delicious possibility.
Just moved here from Houston, where I organized a sci fi/fantasy book club that's going strong since(because?) I left. Feeling there's no need to go out and start one with all the geeks around. This group looks fun.