The supposed memoirs of Arnold Schnabel, a brakeman/poet recovering from a mental breakdown in the quaint seaside resort of Cape May, NJ, in 1963. . . .
The story of Cirno Excalibur, who found a pole in his back yard, got struck by weird lightning, and went with his new talking pole to go fight the demons. . . .
A sprawling fantastic tale of the ’60s, supposedly written by “legendary” B-movie director Larry Winchester. . . .
On her way home for the Christmas holidays, Dora is given a mysterious box by her father. She also discovers that there’s a boy she’s never seen before in the back of the car—but he vanishes when she tries to tell her Dad about him. Then her Dad vanishes too: has he gone to work in London, or has he . . .
Malika’s life in medieval Baghdad seems perfect. Then the rumours start surfacing—that her three husbands are (gasp!) literate. She’s pushed from her happy bubble to discover a world of murder, fanaticism, female eunuchs, genocide and spiced tea. . . .
I should probably make one comment before I write about the story.
I hate flash.
In case you don’t know, flash is a technique for animating on the web. The Puzzle Box uses flash to open every chapter, forcing you to wait [more . . .]
The day is coming when genre categorizations will collapse around our ears. No one would shove a copy of The Master and Margarita into the fantasy section of a Barnes and Nobles, although it has many things in common with the glossy books that you would find there – talking cats, the devil, levitation. But Bulgakov’s masterpiece is given the [more . . .]