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Romance
Part One
The Orchard in Late Summer
Part One
The Orchard in Late Summer
Part One
The Orchard in Late Summer
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Crimson Pro 11.5 / 15 |
Elena had promised herself she would not look at him across the market square, and she managed it for nearly a full minute. The peaches were her excuse — she turned them over one by one, weighing each in her palm as though ripeness were a question of great civic importance. “You’re bruising them,” Marcus said, suddenly beside her, and the whole careful architecture of her indifference came down at once. Seven years, she thought. Seven years, and his voice still does that. |
Alegreya 11 / 14.5 |
Elena had promised herself she would not look at him across the market square, and she managed it for nearly a full minute. The peaches were her excuse — she turned them over one by one, weighing each in her palm as though ripeness were a question of great civic importance. “You’re bruising them,” Marcus said, suddenly beside her, and the whole careful architecture of her indifference came down at once. Seven years, she thought. Seven years, and his voice still does that. |
EB Garamond 12 / 15.5 |
Elena had promised herself she would not look at him across the market square, and she managed it for nearly a full minute. The peaches were her excuse — she turned them over one by one, weighing each in her palm as though ripeness were a question of great civic importance. “You’re bruising them,” Marcus said, suddenly beside her, and the whole careful architecture of her indifference came down at once. Seven years, she thought. Seven years, and his voice still does that. |
Crime / Mystery / Thriller
Day Three
What the River Kept
Day Three
What the River Kept
What the River Kept
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Source Serif 4 10.5 / 14 |
The call came in at 4:17 a.m., which told Detective Reyes two things before she picked up: it was bad, and it was hers. Nothing good happens at 4:17, and nothing that happens at 4:17 goes to anyone else on the rotation. The house on Delancey was dark except for one window on the second floor. No forced entry. No neighbors awake. And on the kitchen table, arranged with terrible patience, three passports — all with her photograph, none with her name. |
Faustina 11 / 14.5 |
The call came in at 4:17 a.m., which told Detective Reyes two things before she picked up: it was bad, and it was hers. Nothing good happens at 4:17, and nothing that happens at 4:17 goes to anyone else on the rotation. The house on Delancey was dark except for one window on the second floor. No forced entry. No neighbors awake. And on the kitchen table, arranged with terrible patience, three passports — all with her photograph, none with her name. |
Spectral 10.5 / 14.5 |
The call came in at 4:17 a.m., which told Detective Reyes two things before she picked up: it was bad, and it was hers. Nothing good happens at 4:17, and nothing that happens at 4:17 goes to anyone else on the rotation. The house on Delancey was dark except for one window on the second floor. No forced entry. No neighbors awake. And on the kitchen table, arranged with terrible patience, three passports — all with her photograph, none with her name. |
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Book the First
The Ninth Gate of Vareth
Book the First
The Ninth Gate of Vareth
Book the First
The Ninth Gate of Vareth
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EB Garamond 11.5 / 15 |
The navigator’s guild taught that the fold between stars was silent, but Ishaan had crossed it eleven times now and knew better. It hummed — low and patient, like a held breath in a cathedral — and on the twelfth crossing, something in the hum said his name. Below the observation deck, the colony ship Meridian carried forty thousand sleepers and one very old lie, and Ishaan was the last person alive who knew which berth the lie was sleeping in. |
Cardo 12 / 15.5 |
The navigator’s guild taught that the fold between stars was silent, but Ishaan had crossed it eleven times now and knew better. It hummed — low and patient, like a held breath in a cathedral — and on the twelfth crossing, something in the hum said his name. Below the observation deck, the colony ship Meridian carried forty thousand sleepers and one very old lie, and Ishaan was the last person alive who knew which berth the lie was sleeping in. |
Vollkorn 10.5 / 14.5 |
The navigator’s guild taught that the fold between stars was silent, but Ishaan had crossed it eleven times now and knew better. It hummed — low and patient, like a held breath in a cathedral — and on the twelfth crossing, something in the hum said his name. Below the observation deck, the colony ship Meridian carried forty thousand sleepers and one very old lie, and Ishaan was the last person alive who knew which berth the lie was sleeping in. |
Young Adult
Chapter One
Everyone Knows Except Me
Chapter One
Everyone Knows Except Me
Chapter One
Everyone Knows Except Me
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Literata 10.5 / 15 |
Here is the thing nobody tells you about being struck by lightning: the hospital gives you a pamphlet. An actual pamphlet, like it happens often enough to need one, titled So You’ve Survived a Lightning Strike. What the pamphlet does not cover is what to do when every clock you walk past starts running backward, or when your best friend Priya looks at you across the cafeteria like she already knows — because in eleven days, apparently, she will. |
Andada Pro 10.5 / 15 |
Here is the thing nobody tells you about being struck by lightning: the hospital gives you a pamphlet. An actual pamphlet, like it happens often enough to need one, titled So You’ve Survived a Lightning Strike. What the pamphlet does not cover is what to do when every clock you walk past starts running backward, or when your best friend Priya looks at you across the cafeteria like she already knows — because in eleven days, apparently, she will. |
Newsreader 11 / 15 |
Here is the thing nobody tells you about being struck by lightning: the hospital gives you a pamphlet. An actual pamphlet, like it happens often enough to need one, titled So You’ve Survived a Lightning Strike. What the pamphlet does not cover is what to do when every clock you walk past starts running backward, or when your best friend Priya looks at you across the cafeteria like she already knows — because in eleven days, apparently, she will. |
Horror
The First Night
The House Remembers You
The First Night
The House Remembers You
The First Night
The House Remembers You
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Frank Ruhl Libre 10.5 / 14 |
The realtor had called it a “motivated sale,” and Ruth understood why by the second night, when she found the wardrobe standing open again — the wardrobe she had locked, whose key sat at the bottom of her coat pocket, still warm. She counted the coats hanging inside. Nine. She had brought seven. The two at the far end were child-sized, damp at the hems, and smelled faintly of the lake. |
Manuale 10.5 / 14 |
The realtor had called it a “motivated sale,” and Ruth understood why by the second night, when she found the wardrobe standing open again — the wardrobe she had locked, whose key sat at the bottom of her coat pocket, still warm. She counted the coats hanging inside. Nine. She had brought seven. The two at the far end were child-sized, damp at the hems, and smelled faintly of the lake. |
Petrona 11 / 14.5 |
The realtor had called it a “motivated sale,” and Ruth understood why by the second night, when she found the wardrobe standing open again — the wardrobe she had locked, whose key sat at the bottom of her coat pocket, still warm. She counted the coats hanging inside. Nine. She had brought seven. The two at the far end were child-sized, damp at the hems, and smelled faintly of the lake. |