Making History by K.J. ParkerSource: ebook/NetGalleyPublished: 2 Sept 2025Publisher: Tordotcom (Macmillan) Length: 128 pagesGenre: Historical specficTarget Age: Adult (suitable for +15) Summary 💬 History isn’t truth…it’s propaganda. Academics can be cocky. Atop their perches of authority high above the thrumming masses of the unquestioning world they can begin to think themselves gods. It is extremely rare for this authority to be tested. But a challenge from an idiotic, power-hun...| Falling Letters
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Questo racconto feroce e visionario ci trascina in un incubo lucido, dove il corpo femminile — torturato, scandagliato, adorato, usato — diventa insieme campo di battaglia e detonatore simbolico. Una discesa nell’inferno dell’infanzia abusata, nella pseudoscienza delirante di un’élite convinta che il dolore generi miracoli, nella pornografia del potere che trasforma la vittima in divinità […]| METATRON – Rivista di Letteratura del Fuori
Retaliation Jay In my room, I found garments that would fit Fin, loosely speaking, and we changed out of our travelling clothes. The stray dog followed me whenever I emerged into the yard. By the t…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day One Ira Fern had barked at the youngster climbing through the window, but she was used to tarlings coming to admire her litter and had no expectation of harm. Her nest smelled of milk and warm …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
New Friends and Old Robin I never yearned to travel, as Jay did. People are the same everywhere, and Fendle was challenge enough. Scenery is earth and sky. But I enjoyed Tarfen’s busyness and diffe…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Midwinter Robin Rowan stayed with me now whenever Eden was called away for a day or two. This meant that Ro missed school less often, but it also meant Eden’s parents saw less of their grandchild. …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Tarfen Robin The Assembly was housed in a former manor house, built mainly of stone around an open square. Before the Great Sickness, it had housed the Chief’s family, but disease has no respect fo…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Twenty Jay I’d meant to leave a note and slip away early, but I slept for most of the day into the evening and still had to be shaken awake. Cris wanted to change my dressing. The discharge ooz…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Seventeen Day Seventeen Jay The next two days were a blur of pain, and road, and trees, and sky, and more pain. I’d used my undershirt to fashion a sling for travelling and hoped the weather wo…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Fifteen Jay Our destination was the inn called the World’s End, on Wendale’s border at the foot of the Llannoc mountains. We didn’t plan to stay at the inn itself but to rest out of sight for a…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Fourteen, Robin Kip and Brook helped me with Ira’s grave. Redbreasts watched us dig, waiting for worms to appear. Sal and Aspen’s remains were here somewhere, but their location was unimportant…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Fourteen Jay I woke early and alone. I scrambled to my feet and must have looked as devastated as I felt, because Storm, who was already dressed, stopped saddling Blaze and hurried to where I s…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Twelve Jay For two days we had only our evenings together. But I would know if Storm was on the fair’s ground or out riding the countryside, just as I knew without turning when the blue eyes we…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Ten, Robin Kip went back into school for me, and I spent the morning at Cutler’s Forge. Ira’s body lay in the room that used to be our room. It would lay there now until its burning. They had f…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Ten, Jay Wow! Birds were celebrating overhead. I opened my eyes on sunlight dappling the ground. The air in the copse blew morning fresh, but we were cosy under my cover with Storm curved snug …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Seven Robin The morning after Eden Thatcher roused me from my apathy, Cris came with Kip before school to tell me about Brook’s interrogation. Eden had arrived while Kip was at school the previ…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Six, Meetings Jay At last, the rain had stopped. Danni and Kyl, the apprentices, helped me rig two sturdy shelters that would keep off rain and withstand the wind, which was moderate by T…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
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