Following the death of his estranged father, Nate Graves moves his family, wife Maddie and son Oliver, into his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania. Maddie believes this to be the right move given that their son – an intense empath – is struggling with urban life. However, it’s more an “out of the frying pan…
Where do I even begin with this one? Seemingly without reason, men and women venture out of their homes and begin walking. They exhibit no signs of awareness, just a blank stare coupled with a slow and steady cadence. If grabbed and made to stop, they heat up like hot water bottles, shake and explode…
With Vultures, Wendig takes the entirety of his six book saga and culminates it with a high-stakes chase against fate. We pick up with Miriam after the catastrophic events of The Raptor and The Wren. Newly pregnant and on the run, Miriam is getting ready for a final showdown with her tormentor, The Trespasser. However,…
Editor’s Note: As you may notice, this is a list heavy with white males. This wasn’t a conscious effort on my part. It just so happens that a lot of these authors are ones I truly enjoy and have read in the past. These are just seven of the more than six dozen books I…
Following the death of her Mother, Miriam is squatting in her home in Florida liberating the recently deceased of their now useless medication. All this changes when a figure from her past arrives on her doorstep with some unsettling news – Miriam’s become somewhat of an obsession for a small group of users on Reddit. …
Miriam Black is back, bitches! In Thunderbird, the fourth installment of the series, Miriam is seeking a mysterious psychic she hopes can finally rid her of her curse – the ability to foresee the death of those she touches. During her search, she becomes mixed up with a group of domestic terrorists with grand ambitions.…
As of today, I have read a total of eighty seven books in 2014. I had hoped to crack one hundred but deciding to participate in National Novel Writing Month this past November put me way behind schedule and with a vacation to Ottawa in December, I had no hope of catching up (nor did I…
He leans over toward her. She smells his breath. It smells of roadkill ripening in a wet ditch. He taps the end of the feather on the dashboard, click, click, click. “I’m just warning you Miriam Black. Forces have been aligning against you for a while. You’ve been fucking with this Jenga tower for too…
