First of all, I would like to say thank you to Debdatta for allowing me to be a part of this year's "Spread Some Indie Love Blog Hop" ((Make sure you check out the other Blog Hop Hosts for more reviews and giveaways at the end of this post)) I love Indie books. But I'm kinda guessing you figured that out with my Indie book blog. Those of you who have visited The Northern Witch's Books before, welcome back. And those of you here for the first time, welcome - I heavily recommend you stalk a few of my pages and posts, it will give me an opportunity to scare you away with Briticisms and my terrible sense of humour.
Descent of the Gods by Mark G. Cosman Synopsis In their self-indulgent realm, the gods know no suffering until the end of their time. Compassion is the only portal through which they can escape the self and its eventual demise, but without suffering, compassion cannot be recognized. Thus they seek compassion in the human domain where happiness and sorrow abound. Once there, they engineer a superior humanoid race and are soon distracted by the delight they find in the daughters of men. The gods become the extraterrestrial visitors of our collective memory. The ageless story follows the adventures of the god Quay, his love of Daya, a humanoid, and their entanglement in the eternal web of impermanence, unrelenting consequences and death amidst a background of war, famine and geologic cataclysm.
Viennese Waltz by Alex Brightsmith 3 out of 5 Synopsis Dance with the Devil if you must, but be sure you call the tune. Alex Brightsmith’s debut novel is an intriguing introduction to the girl currently calling herself Kathryn Blake. Kate is a flamboyant traceuse, a nerveless pickpocket, an unrivalled cat-burglar . . . Kate is whatever she needs to be; what better place to meet her than Vienna, that city of a thousand faces? If she herself is disappointed with the city, it is because she has half expected, beyond all reasonable probability, to walk into her mother’s baroque fantasy, but she can reconcile herself to that. So it is not her mother’s city, well she is not her mother’s daughter, and she is not in Vienna for the dancing. Kate is wrong: Vienna is always about dancing, if not her mother’s bright waltzes by candlelight, then her father’s intricate cold war quadrilles in the dark. The cold war is over, but the dance goes on.
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