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‘Globulous masses of thick, rancid liquid congealed into gelatinous chunks, until an accumulated pile started undulating in the direction of the closest living thing.’

Fascinating and broadly applicable. This was one of the longest-serving books on my list awaiting a fee Kindle Unlimited trial, which I am now indulging in.

If anyone has a copy of The Age of Scorpius by Audra Winter and will sell it to me, please contact me.

“Things are back to normal,” he announced to the room full of staring men. “She’s lost all her clothes again!”

That quote is the book’s review.

‘She then shrugged and started to undress.”

Of course she did. How else could she cast a spell to turn ghost-like unless naked? I have a feeling she’s not going to finish that state back where she hid her clothes.

She’s running around naked again.

… or shooting the basketball alone in the backyard, navigating a craggy, undulating square of blacktop, …

Naked again, and if I'm reading this correctly, she cast a spell on her underwear (not currenlty worn) to give off light on command.

Aaaaaaand she’s naked again.

On page 44 the main character finally puts some clothes on. Don’t ask about all the things she did while still naked, like chopping wood.

Oops, I probably should have looked at the spine to see the “Young Adult” library sticker before now. I don’t know if I should continue (it’s not that bad but it is definitely YA and more romance/coming of age than horror) or just skip to the end to see the very obvious big reveal.

Thought this was horror, not romance.

‘it may strike you as curious, that two institutions devoted to the noblest of all possible ideals – education and feeding the poor — should between them, be responsible for the deaths of millions. If so, I suggest you get out more and keep your eyes and ears open.’

‘It’s just conceivably possible that bumping around in an unsprung cart for three days isn’t your idea of a wonderful time. This goes to show how effete and dissipated you are, and how you’ve allowed your sybaritic lifestyle to sap your moral fibre.’