overall 17 votes: 
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Kabbalah is true, all patterns are meaningful, and the world runs on a combination of strained analogy and wordplay. Big Silicon Valley corporations copyright the Names of God and make a killing. International diplomats transform the ancient conflict between Heaven and Hell into a US-Soviet proxy war. An autistic archangel and his eight-year old apprentice laboriously debug the laws of . . .
overall 9 votes: 
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Existential Terror and Breakfast follows the dreary, listless life of Malcolm Steadman. It concerns not the exciting, life affirming moments of his life, but rather the tedious, boring moments that are interrupted by epiphanies both bleak and terrible without warning when he fails to busy himself. It concerns the moments that make breakfast too profound to eat. . . .
This story is a dark comedy of a man trying to save the world while grappling with his sanity and looking for a good cheeseburger before the world ends and everybody he knows dies. This is a tragedy where a grieving man is taken to all sorts of fantastical places and given everything he wishes for by an ancient . . .
Jean V. Forster is a teenage girl who spends most of her free time in a secret room at the back of the public library, a room where the books haven’t yet been confiscated for ‘preservation.’ One day, she finds a burnt book behind the shelves and is transported to the ‘House of Wisdom’, a massive library in the magical . . .
Original science-philosophical romance metafiction – a multiverse paranormal drama with Japanese aesthetics, alternate dimensions, and parallel realities. The story revolves around Midori, who is at the center of military-corpocratic conflicts, and Ryan who is tasked to save her at all costs along with the help of other paranormal agents . . . What is reality, who is Midori, and what does . . .
It’s 1986 and Andy Crowley is as much metalhead and Dungeon Master as he is sorcerer. Humble beginnings for one who – in thirty years – will rule all reality. From Corbyville to Mars, through the United Hells to Limbo, join Andy Crowley, sole sorcerer of Sanctuary, Captain Kipling Kilroy, the renegade reaper Jasco, and The Banjoman of Limbo . . .
overall 1 vote:
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Boskeopolis is an obscure city-state in the Verdazul archipelago in Orange Ocean–or, as other countries call it, the Pacific Ocean. It’s notable for its persistent violation o’ the laws o’ physics, biology, & economics—though, to be fair, real life doesn’t obey that last 1, either. As such, any inconsistencies within these stories should be blamed on glitches, for I’m ’fraid . . .
overall 9 votes:
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The future came in devastation, but we bury it in the lights now, to forget. It was better once, they tell us not to say. Now, at the end of our century, we’ve rebuilt. The city neon glows brighter and casts a shadow deeper on the world. This is just the beginning. In the Eastern Pacific, a sickness . . .
editor rating 1 vote: 
This is a short philosophy series. A simple story of Don Dasgupta and his journey up the hills to Ooty [in south India]. In the journey that Don undertakes, you will find what he learns from life itself. What will the hills teach him? What will he learn? Sometimes in life we set out to achieve something, we are . . .
overall 3 votes:
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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. . . .
overall 1 vote:
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The dead are waking. They are taking to clouded flight, westward as the wind carries. They cannot stay, they cannot relent. The sky is an ocean, the mountains a pit, the dark is a light. The waters provide and the king is dead, the sun so long hidden by the moon. Hear the music of the spheres and fly. Now, . . .
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May 6, 2018: Disclaimer: This review was done as part of a review swap.
First Impressions: Imagine yourself crawling through the streets of Shinjuku City at three in the morning. It’s raining cats and dogs, you’ve been cooped up in a coffin apartment for two days watching the likes of Blade Runner, Mute, Altered Carbon, Johnny Mnemonic, and Dark City. You have your music player blaring a selection of vaporwave and retrosynth as you emerge bleary-eyed and hungry into the shining neon lights of [more . . .]