Indigo, the Deep is the third installment in Kellye Abernathy’s Yellow Cottage series, and the third time I’ve had the privilege of immersing myself in one of her stories.
I listened to the audiobook edition of Under the Stairs, and I have to say that these stories feel even more unsettling in audio than they might on the page.
Sebastian Wilson is an aspiring actor whose latest “role” leads him into the lives of a wonderfully eclectic group of people. What I found especially interesting is that the male lead is a catalyst rather than the center of everyone else’s story. Without even realizing it, Wilson becomes exactly what several people need at pivotal moments in their lives, even as he struggles to accept himself for who he really is.
Science fiction is often at its most satisfying when it combines imaginative ideas with believable human stakes, and Andrea Goyan’s The Catalyst does exactly that. The novel balances scientific intrigue with questions about responsibility, identity, and the unintended consequences of discovery, creating a story that’s as engaging intellectually as it is entertaining.
About the book: The Time of My Life How far would you go to change your life? When Eliza Woods sees an advertisement for someone’s whole life for sale – their house, car, all their belongings, even their clothes and cat – not to mention a trial-run in their job and an introduction to […]
I enjoyed these two posts. Most people don’t realize it because their vision is so channeled, but in the city we live in the wilderness. The birds and other animals put up with our presence just the way the different animals ignore each other on the veldt in Africa. A little while ago I came across a coyote wandering across the main drag in my area, and this is not a suburb. Raccoons and skunks wander around, and lets not forget the animals we ebotistically refer to as ‘our’ pets. They are as natural and wild as the raccoons, with their own territories and needs that must be fulfilled.
Fraid I just have to put up with common or garden bats, I have a loft full.
When I first read this post I saw Grackles as Grockles which is a derogatory term for the influx of city folk holidaying here in the summer.
Night flappers seemed to fit ;)