To call this "satire" is probably being generous so instead lets call it "art". Obviously no ill will intended towards Mr Grossman: While I didn't enjoy his book, I did enjoy birthing this abomination.

small WiP lemme know whatcha think

An entry for the #2017WeltersChallenge on Twitter. Eliot's first day at Brakebills.

What if Brakebills was an elementary school, how fucked up would that be?

Quand la magie en a marre d'attendre...

Jane Chatwin reflects on changing timelines, for better or for worse. Spoilers for first book.

"There's a moment, a split-second, right between jumping and the free-fall." This is what happens when you lose everything. When you cut your ties to friends, family, and the life you had before, what's left? A story from Julia's perspective.

Tudo isso parece tão adolescente que chega a ser patético : Você ama Eliot. Eliot ama Quentin. Quentin ama Alice, e ela ama ele de volta, mas isso não importa porque eles estão tão miseráveis quanto você e Eliot. E isso não é o suficiente para impedir Quentin de ir para a cama com você e Eliot.

She was sitting unaccompanied at the long curvy countertop, nursing a whiskey, with people crowded in on either side of her. She made a point not to look at any of them, since speaking to anyone was nearly the last thing she was interested in.