The moment he stepped through the portal, Eric realized he must have punched in the wrong code. He whirled around, reaching for the keypad to try again, but there was no keypad, and no portal. He was standing on the shore of a lake, nothing in front of him except Read more…
Sitôt qu’il eût traversé le portail, Éric sut qu’il avait entré le mauvais code. Se retournant, il tendit la main vers le pavé, pour recommencer, mais le dispositif numérique avait disparu et le portail avec lui. Voilà qu’il se tenait sur la rive d’un lac, n’ayant rien d’autre devant lui qu’une Read more…
Off the top of your head, name an Indigenous writer of crime fiction. Not someone who writes crime fiction with Indigenous characters, but an actual Indigenous writer who pens crime/mystery novels. If you want to Google “Native American mysteries,” go ahead. Even though millions of books have been sold in Read more…
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