Can you imagine that Shingo used to be a person who liked to grow vegetables and wore black framed glasses which made him look like a bookworm?
"鈴木真吾"(Suzuki Shingo)was originally set as the name of Shingo. Suzuki looks very cheerful and lively,

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Supporting local bookshops. Young Bookworms Bookstore proudly carries Scoochie's Adoption Story. Visit them online or the next time you're in Colorado Springs, CO.

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‘Grey and furtive in the final twilight,
he lopes by, leaving his spoor along the bank
of this nameless river that has quenched the thirst
of his throat, these waters that repeat no stars.’ A Wolf, Borges. 🐺

Join us on for a day of South American literature.

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“Who the hell are you?” I gawk at the gnome.

His red-pointy hat twitches and his beady dark eyes
stare unblinking.

🔗 https://t.co/fmhZ9271dG

w/

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This contest for our readers is coming to a close! Enter to One Of Two Copies Of River of Ashes by Alexandrea Weis ()!
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Character Intro: Ellis the Squirrel 🐿️

Ellis is a cynical nerd who's the weapons expert and assistant technician on his team.

-The definition of chaotic good. Absolute gremlin.
-A mega bookworm with a slight caffeine addiction.
-Short king with a hard outer shell. 🤎

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bookworm girlfriend with her ideal boyfriend 🥺

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"Go not to the Nixie’s pool!
In those waters dim and cool
Gleams a pale and lovely face
Framed in hair like green fern-lace,
Arms of more than mortal grace
Smooth as lily, and as cool."

Leah Bodine Drake, Weird Tales May 1946

🎨 Arthur Rackham, The Rhinemaidens

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Poe’s Dupin was a first: a weird, detective genius: 🔍

“Let him talk,” said Dupin, who had not thought it necessary to reply. "Let him discourse; it will ease his conscience, I am satisfied with having defeated him in his own castle.”
-Edgar Allan Poe’s Dupin

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A friend posted this cartoon in her thread today.
I had a long, cathartic howl of laughter. I hope folk will, too.

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- “To visit Yuggoth would drive any weak man mad - yet I am going there. The black rivers of pitch that flow under those mysterious Cyclopean bridges - things built by some elder race extinct and forgotten...”

~ The Whisperer in Darkness - H.P. Lovecraft

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