a song of stone

'Winter always was my favourite season. Is this yet winter? I do not know. There is some technical definition, something based on calendars and the position of the sun, but I think one simply becomes aware that the tide of seasons has irrevocably turned; that the animal in us smells winter. Disregarding the imposed grid of our chronology, winter is something inflicted upon our half-world, something taken away from the land by the cold and cooling sky and the low and lowering sun, something that permeates the soul, and enters the mind through the nose, between the teeth and across the porous barrier of the skin.'

- Iain Banks

A Song of Stone

(Page 3)

'We each contain the universe inside our selves, the totality of existence encompassed by all that we have to make sense of it; a grey, ridged mushroom mass ladled into a bony bowl the size of a smallish cooking pot.'

- (Page 165)

Iain Banks' writing always puts me in mind of the beating of weathered wings.

Rating: 4/5

Ps. Would you look at all those filthy, fluffy toes. Ridiculous.

i am heath ledger

michl - kill our way to heaven

girlboss

Okay, i'm in.

i am not a serial killer

'The lack of emotional connection with other people has the odd effect of making you feel separate and alien ‑ as if you are observing the human race from somewhere else; unattached and unwelcome. [...] People scurry around, doing their little jobs and raising their little families and shouting their meaningless emotions to the world, and all the while you just watch from the sidelines, bewildered. This drives some sociopaths to feel superior, as if the whole of humanity were simply animals to be hunted or put down; others feel a hot, jealous rage, desperate to have what they cannot."

- Dan Wells

I Am Not A Serial Killer

(Page 51)

Rating: 3.5/5

Oft accused of being a creeper due to my love of all things supernatural and gore-filled, i was expecting much more from the first in Dan Wells' John Cleaver series.

Give me blood and demons and fucking pandemonium.

But please don't give me Holden Caulfield with a butcher knife.

It's just too goddamn whiny.

Charlie puts more fear into me.

(Genuinely.

I've got the scratch marks on my shoulder to prove it.

The cat knows how to lunge.)

This won't stop me from probably reading at least the next book in the series, Mr Monster and most definitely watching the movie.

Christopher Lloyd is a good enough reason to watch just about anything.

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queens of sarcasm and disdainful death stares

...

It's just weird.

Emily Hampshire v Ally Sheedy

dark rooms - i get overwhelmed