At the end of the day this is nothing more than a blog. It's nice to hit them high notes - but REALLY - how significant do you think something that sort of sounds like the sound of a flatulent frog being run over by a clown car really needs to be?
Steve VernonTags: blogs blogging book-blogs
What did grown men see in the rattle of sticks, the slashing of steel over ice and hockey sweaters worn way beyond funk?
Steve VernonTags: sudden-death-overtime
It is midnight in the hard part of town. The mask is itching like it always does. The ragged end of my cape is soaking in a puddle of something I don't want to guess about. I'm crouched behind a kicked-in aluminum trash can. It stinks of rotted meat and drunkard's piss - and I feel right at home. (from Nothing to Lose)
Steve VernonTags: nothing-to-lose captain-nothing
My first jailbreak began when a coarse-toothed mechanic’s file crashed through the window of the Deeper Harbour Police
Station at two in the morning. The file bounced three or four times before clattering to a halt among a scatter of shattered glass. The file spun a little and came to rest, like a compass needle pointing somewhere far off the edge of the map. Looking back from right here and right now I believe I would like to start this story right then—three days after I had just turned fourteen—spending my birthday in jail. - SINKING DEEPER
Tags: young-adult canadian-literature sinking-deeper
So as near as I could tell the end of the world began roughly about the time that Billy Carver’s butt rang about halfway through the War of 1812.
Steve VernonTags: science-fiction dystopia young-adult canadian-history 1812 serial
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