A man is made of memories. It is all we are. We are memories, strung on storylines—the tales we tell ourselves about ourselves, falling through our lives into tomorrow. Mark Lawrence, King
Writing, for me, is like planting an unknown seed. You water and weed for months, and are (hopefully pleasantly) surprised by whatever grows.
I know that Malazan is a series that has been examined and reviewed to no end. And yet as a reader who just finished his first read through of the core ten book
This weekend, I was excited to crack open a new book. No matter how many stories I’ve read, there’s always something about that initial rush that hits me, a world of