Monthly Archives: January 2013
“Isabella, I do wish you’d call me mother. After all, it’s been ten years.” Her stepmother walked forward and stopped at the edge of the old men’s long table. She placed a basket on the wooden surface.
“What do you want?” Isabella asked warily.
“I’ve come to apologize.” Her stepmother opened the basket and carefully pulled out an apple pie. She set it in the middle of the table and then withdrew two plates and two forks. “I brought your favorite dessert, as a peace offering.” Continue reading
Poison study was a fast paced and really fun fantasy read. I loved the main character, Yelena, who is given a second chance in life- sort of. Instead of hanging for her crimes, she becomes the palace food taster; a … Continue reading
The morning flew by as Isabella tackled a list of chores that had been long neglected. She swept, mopped, scrubbed, polished, filled salt shakers and ketchup bottles; the one thing she could not seem to accomplish was to stop thinking about Eddie. She even tried listening in on the old men’s exhaustive conversation regarding the expected corn yield for the year, but it was no use.
After a lunch of roast beef sandwiches with a side of potato salad, Isabella’s new-found friends began to push back from the table and gather up their coats.
“Are you leaving?” Isabella asked. Continue reading
Eddie turned. His eyes widened and a slow smile stretched across his face.
“Uh, the usual,” he replied.
“Oh, well, I’m new here,” Isabella felt heat rise to her face as she stumbled over her words. “Sorry, what is your usual?”
“Whatever Doc’s making,” Eddie replied with a wink. Continue reading
T.C. McCarthy’s gripping sequel to Germline tells the story of the futuristic subterrene war from the point of view of Catherine. Catherine is one of the genetically engineered American soldiers, a killing machine housed in the body of a teenage … Continue reading
The next morning Isabella woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. The tantalizing aroma seeped through the cracks around the door and filled the small room off the back of the kitchen which Doc had given to her. A deep inhalation told her brain it was time to get up. She stretched and rolled out of the covers.
As she stood, she looked down at her clothes. They were wrinkled and had acquired a few new stains from her efforts at preparing dinner the night before.
Ah well, not much I can do about that, she thought as she slid her feet into her small black shoes.
As she stepped into the kitchen, Doc greeted her with a smile. Continue reading