THE HOUSE OF THE DARK WHALE

Our prison was the coast. The anchor was up at the end of the citadel as it slips by, and off we glided. Looking through the crevices is like thinking about an enigma. It was a cold palisade before you—and as the short northern day merged with the long grass of the steppe, mute with…
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REVIEW ROUNDUP

Some reviews for THE MASK TRADE / Einige Rezensionen für DAS MASKENHANDWERK:   „Mombauers Maskenhandwerk ist Fantasy und in diesem Setting außergewöhnlich. So ein Buch wollte ich lesen und habe es nicht bereut. […] Das Maskenhandwerk liest sich nämlich jetzt sofort besser als nie. Es sollte in der Masse der gängigen und wenig innovativen Fantasy-Romane…
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MIND SCRAPS

I went running, and I suddenly felt myself beleaguered by the forest that once was. It came back with me, it did, birds singing all day wherever I went, mocking me. The trees swayed outside my window at night, rubbed their branches against the glass. I ran through the park and there were no people,…
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IN MEDIAS RES

Everything smells grey. A bright light darts over the glass of a copier and a green wave washes over the paper, turns its skin translucent. Ozone builds up in the air, the windows are sealed shut. The photocopier hums back to its starting position, ready for the next page. The outside world is pitch black,…
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