This is an album of ideas. Sometimes it glides between them; sometimes it leaps. One thing remains constant, however – the urge to explore.
Revolving catchy melodies tangle themselves up and around Phil Spectoresque walls of sound like enchanting ivy.
Faeries, we are told, do not exist. But what if we see them? What if they come into lives and completely change our paths and that of those around us? What if these mystical creatures manifest themselves in a real life mystery? What if their light helps overcome our darkness? Camilla Bruce’s You Let Me…
A remarkably lucid and targeted vision that cuts through the haze like a sniper’s bullet soars over an opium field.
What I like about Margaret Millar’s novels is that every chapter is strong enough and laced with enough character, tone and climax to function as its own short story.
Entire nations and towns were occupied, overruled by new leaders. You could hear the pin of a grenade drop. From a distance, you would have no idea.