Thunder Mountain by Rachel Lee
Don’t laugh, but there’s a living, sentient mountain in this story.
Don’t laugh, but there’s a living, sentient mountain in this story.
Is this a Gothic horror or a joke? It’s quite hard to tell.
The hero aside, this one ain’t too bad.
Sagging middle, weak romance… the author’s sins are catching up with her.
This one is more of a mumbo-jumbo hippy woo-woo treatise than anything else.
Whiny werewolves can be so lame.
The lunatics in Lot 7B are totally big fat F material.
The heroine is whiny, the whole thing is so cheesy. and I’m feeling queasy.
Is this a romance or a new age tract?
All the tropes you can eat, in one single book!