Books that spread throughout your systems, sometimes as an energy that lifts and warms and sometimes as a shadow that squeezes and aches, and drinks from your soul. Books that burrow deeper with each passing sentence. Then there are the books that crawl inside of you. Good books let us immerse ourselves in their worlds and great books pull us in. Because it has already seared his flesh, infected his soul, and started him on a journey of obsession – through its soothing, blank darkness into the blinding core of terror… My Thoughts Now from down the hall, the black hole calls out to Nicholas every day and every night. Then Nakota began her experiments: First, she put an insect into the hole. She had to make love to Nicholas beside it, and stare into its secretive, promising depths. She had to see the dark hole in the storage room down the hall. It began with Nakota and her crooked grin. Nicholas is a would-be poet and video-store clerk with a weeping hole in his hand – weeping not blood, but a plasma of tears… “If I could have broken his neck I would have, just for the pleasure of the silence after the snap.”― kathe koja, the cipher About Book Reviews So, have I cracked the code? Partially…maybe
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