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A Review of John Grisham’s "The Guardians"
A Riveting Tale of Justice and Redemption: A Review of John Grisham’s "The Guardians" John Grisham, the master of legal thrillers, delivers yet another compelling read in "The Guardians". This novel is a gripping exploration of justice, systemic flaws, and the relentless quest to right the wrongs of the legal system. It's a testament to Grisham’s ability to craft narratives that are as thought-provoking as they are entertaining.
By Paul W Pooleabout a year ago in Fiction
Arlan Book. Top Story - August 2024.
Arlan Book swung his double-sided ax as hard as his body would allow. The serrated edge cut and sliced through flesh and bone with tremendous ease. The cries of his enemies fleeted with the passing gales, filling his nostrils with the warring scents of fire and blood. They were aromas which ominously aroused him, consuming his pulsing veins with hot surges of adrenaline.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Fenrirson
He arose from the depths of Hel with fur caked in fire and brimstone. Sharp yellow claws dug into the soft white snow while fresh blood, the same color of his eyes, dripping from his sharp fangs. He growled deeply as she stood on his hind legs. Claws grew into fingers as his fur receded into the follicles of his arms and legs that stretched as he stood tall. The moon glistened off of his glossy black hair and he ran his newly grown fingers through it, feeling the resemblance to his fur. A chill caught his bare skin, and he had the sudden urge to shake clumps of snow from his body, but any that had clung to him now lay in a heap at his now hairless feet. He was not prepared for the chill of the Norse forests and howled into the night sky with lungs that heaved in pain. None of those around him howled back, as they no longer recognized his sound. He growled and began running, trying to find a warmth that was now lost to him. There was anger in his deep red eyes while dark green pines blurred past him. A pack of wolves took chase, but there was no catching him. He was their brother, their savior, their father. He would say his name was Dainn, but those who knew the stories would know his true self. He was Fenrirson, the second coming of the dreaded wolf of Ragnarök.
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Previously.... Content Warning.
Part One The man slams his bloodied fist into my face again. I chuckle despite the pain from my messed-up jaw shooting down my spine. This is nothing I haven't faced before; Rebecca, our creator, puts me through a lot. I take it all with a smile, just like I've been designed to, though it would be nice if we got into the rescue part of things. Honestly, this is a 'been there, done that' kind of scenario and I'm bored.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
Laser Light
A long, grey overcoat under a black fedora stared back in the window reflection of the train car as it rounded the plant. They are the most expensive clothing items I own though I don’t make much as a janitor at the Darmor Particle Accelerator Laboratory. Sporting the same overcoat and hat everyday justified the purchase for myself, barely covering the repetitive look on my face; bleak, tired and defeated eyes glared back at me. Quiet desperation loomed over my exhausted physique and mind. The weekly check in my coat pocket will barely cover my bills before I reset and do it all again. I sure hope 1952 will be a better year.
By Jerry Colatortiabout a year ago in Fiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
