Friday Face-Off – Made for Each Other

This is my first time participating in the Friday Face-Off book tag started by Books By Proxy, with the most recent upcoming Friday Face-Off list at Lynn’s Books. This week’s theme is “Made for Each Other”, with the caveat to interpret that however you please. I chose to look at different covers of one of my favorite books, Crocodile on the Sandbank.

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Deal With the Devil and The Devil You Know by Kit Rocha

What first caught my eye about this new series, other than the awesome cover, were the words “Mercenary Librarians”. As I read the concept behind the phrase I was intrigued by the idea of a dystopian world where, in that particular neighborhood, some of the only people willing to help the population were librarians – essentially -collecting, digitizing, and disbursing knowledge, literature, tools, and even food.

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Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon

When you get to the 9th book of a series you have already spent hours with the characters, the story, and in some way the author. You feel like you’re coming home, even if “home” is a strange, half-familiar echo of the past with some murder and time-travelling and brave Scots fighting for their new home thrown in.

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Werewolves, Vampires, and Ghosts, But No Female Friendships

In my last Bookish Ramble I mentioned I would write about the lack of female friendships in urban fantasy.

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The Woodsmen are Afraid of Lavender and Wolfsbane

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Victor hovered before the open window, the cigarette held loosely in his fingers, the gloom of the lightless cabin behind him almost a physical weight. The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but Victor didn’t dare turn on a light only to be silhouetted against the window for anyone out there to see. 

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