So much Dresden Files. So many Bridgertons. And a TON of AAPI authors.
Version Zero, David Yoon
It scared Max to his core to realize that when people saw one another, they saw different things.
The Silence of Bones, June Hur
The four-hour-long journey had filled my heart with one prayer--a prayer so immense, it felt as though I'd swallowed a heap of cloud.
Dial A for Aunties, Jesse Q Sutanto
Trust Ma to take pride in my etiquette when I've just shown her my date, whom I've killed, in the trunk of my car.
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04 February 2022
01 January 2022
Could You Repeat That? CXC
Certain Dark Things, Silvia Moreno-Garcia
She leaned forward with the grace of an uncoiling snake.

Murder on the Ile Saint-Louis, Cara Black
The flashlight's yellow beams played across the rising water and the rivulets running down the walls. In a stone niche sat a statue of a saint, chipped and furred with moss.
The Relentless Moon, Mary Robinette Kowal
She watched me, and I have never felt so silently judged by someone drinking cold tomato soup through a straw.
The Once and Future Witches, Alix E Harrow
"It isn't possible."
Agnes raises her head from her candle-circle and meets their eyes. She should look like a grief-struck madwoman, broken and hopeless, but instead she looks like an angel cast down from Heaven struggling back to her feet with blood on her teeth, ready to make war with God himself.
"I do not," she says, very clearly, "give a shit."
She leaned forward with the grace of an uncoiling snake.

Murder on the Ile Saint-Louis, Cara Black
The flashlight's yellow beams played across the rising water and the rivulets running down the walls. In a stone niche sat a statue of a saint, chipped and furred with moss.
The Relentless Moon, Mary Robinette Kowal
She watched me, and I have never felt so silently judged by someone drinking cold tomato soup through a straw.
The Once and Future Witches, Alix E Harrow
"It isn't possible."
Agnes raises her head from her candle-circle and meets their eyes. She should look like a grief-struck madwoman, broken and hopeless, but instead she looks like an angel cast down from Heaven struggling back to her feet with blood on her teeth, ready to make war with God himself.
"I do not," she says, very clearly, "give a shit."
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