Courtesy of Marvel Press, I have a copy of Snow Day for Groot! by Brendan Deneen (Author) and Cale Atkinson (Illustrator) for one lucky winner!
Contest is open to US residents only. No PO Boxes please. To enter, just fill out the form below. Contest ends September 11. I’ll draw a name on September 12, and notify winner via email.
The following are the books, movies, television shows, etc. I received last month for review and/or giveaways:
Blu-Ray/DVD: Pennyworth – The Complete First Season Head of the Class – The Complete First Season
Atria: The Preserve by Ariel S. Winter
CamCat Books: So You Had To Build A Time Machine by Jason Offutt
Disney Hyperion / Marvel: Paola Santiago and the River of Tears by Tehlor Kay Mejia Captain Marvel: Beware the Flerken! by Calliope Glass The Mirror Broken Wish by Julie C. Dao The Unstoppable Wasp: Built On Hope by Sam Maggs
Harper Voyager: Alien Secrets by Ian Douglas
Saga Press: The Kingdom of Liars by Nick Martell
Simon Pulse: Sia Martinez and the Moonlit Beginning of Everything by Raquel Vasquez Gilliland
Subterranean Press: Fishing for Dinosaurs and Other Stories by Joe R. Lansdale Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower by Tamsyn Muir
Courtesy of Saga Press, I have a copy of The Kingdom of Liars by Nick Martell for one lucky winner!
Contest is open to US residents only. No PO Boxes please. To enter, just fill out the form below. Contest ends July 17. I’ll draw a name on July 18, and notify winner via email.
Together, she and Alan scrambled into their clothes. Kira spared a second of thought for her strange dream—everything felt strange at the moment—and then they hurried out of the cabin and rushed over toward Neghar’s quarters.
As they approached, Kira heard hacking: a deep, wet, ripping sound that made her imagine raw flesh going through a shredder. She shuddered.
Neghar was standing in the middle of the hallway with the others gathered around her, doubled over, hands on her knees, coughing so hard Kira could hear her vocal cords fraying. Fizel was next to her, hand on her back. “Keep breathing,” he said. “We’ll get you to sickbay. Jenan! Alan! Grab her arms, help carry her. Quickly now, qu—”
Neghar heaved, and Kira heard a loud, distinct snap from inside the woman’s narrow chest.
Black blood sprayed from Neghar’s mouth, painting the deck in a wide fan.
Marie-Élise shrieked, and several people retched. The fear from Kira’s dream returned, intensified. This was bad. This was dangerous. “We have to go,” she said, and tugged on Alan’s sleeve. But he wasn’t listening.
“Back!” Fizel shouted. “Everyone back! Someone get the Extenuating Circumstances on the horn. Now!”
“Clear the way!” Mendoza bellowed.
More blood sprayed from Neghar’s mouth, and she dropped to one knee. The whites of her eyes were freakishly wide. Her face was crimson, and her throat worked as if she were choking.
“Alan,” said Kira. Too late; he was moving to help Fizel.
She took a step back. Then another. No one noticed; they were all looking at Neghar, trying to figure out what to do while staying out of the way of the blood flying from her mouth.
Kira felt like screaming at them to leave, to run, to escape.
