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Teaser Tuesday ~ Dark Lullaby by Polly Ho-Yen

Teaser Tuesday ~ Dark Lullaby by Polly Ho-Yen

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Dark Lullaby, Polly Ho-Yen, Pregnant, Family, Dystopia, Feminism, Woman, Pregnant
Today is 20-7 so I picked page 207!
We lingered outside for longer than we should have until Seb called out to us that dinner was on the table. It reminded me, not for the first time that night, of our childhood. Of stretching out seconds into minutes more of playtime. The games we played together that only we understood. Only this time Seb’s voice replaced that of Dad’s beckoning us in. Only now, we weren’t playing games any longer.
Evie edged towards the kitchen, pausing in each shadow, picking her way through the strip of grass reluctantly, as though her home was the very last place she wanted to be.
Weekly Quote for Week 51-2020 ~ The Gracekeepers

Weekly Quote for Week 51-2020 ~ The Gracekeepers

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The Gracekeepers, Kirsty Logan, Water, Girl, Cages, Clouds, Fantasy, Dystopia, LGBT, Fairytales, Sadness“It’s a grace feather. See how its colors shift from green to blue, like the sea? It means remembrance. It shows that no distance, no amount of water between two people, will make them forget. Someone gave it to say that they remembered you.”

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Cleo Porter and the Body Electric

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Cleo Porter and the Body Electric

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Cleo Porter and the Body Electric, Jake Burt, Purple, Pink, Blue, Robot, Girl, Energy Ball, Children's Books, Dystopia, Science Fiction, Adventure, Medicine
Three objects sat upon the carpet in Cleo Porter’s living room: an apple, a human skull, and a package wrapped in red.
It was the last of these that had Cleo well and thoroughly vexed. She lay on her stomach, bare feet waving in the air behind her and chin digging into the back of her hand. Her belly was starting to get itchy from the carpet fibers poking through her shirt, but she just wriggled a bit to scratch it. She’d stare at the glossy box for another hour if she had to, until it either disappeared or made sense.