Dear Crow Contracts Creator,
Jan. 20th, 2026 09:20 pm( More details under the cut. )

I am post- Arisia 2026* and I have come out of it with book recs and it was fascinating and I’m so so interested in sharing them with you and I’m tiiiired.
Some books and things that were mentioned in the panels I went to!
Moonwise Greer Gilman (out of print, may be on the internet archive) but part of a series that the author hopes to continue (I sense publisher problems)
Gillian Daniels is getting a book out! Jenny Will Eat You Now
Noble Train of Artillery
Carol Berg The Spirit Lens
Kingdoms of the Elfin by Sylvia Townsend
Out of the Dark David Weber
The Glass Pearls Emeric Pressburger – the panel that recommended this was interesting, as one of them mentioned that this book is full of the author’s memoirs of his youth in Hungary before he fled the Nazis and lost his family, disguised in the story as memories stolen from a Jewish victim of a Nazi war criminal. Pressburg was also a writer for film and some of them seem engaging.
Atanarjuat: The Fast Runner (movie)
There is no Antimemetics Division qntm
BLIT (short story) by David Langford in Different Kinds of Darkness
Dark is better Gemma Files
The Moment of Change Rose Lemberg (one story in particular but I didn’t actually log it with the title of the book)
Andrea Hairston – The Redemption Center is Closed on Sundays (This sounded very funny)
Jane Yolen Wizard Hall
Elisha Barber by E C Ambrose (also publishes as E Chris Ambrose)
Virconium M John Harrison
M.R James – various ghost stories
Rosemary Kirstein – Steerswoman
The Stones are Hatching Geraldine ……
Cemetery of Forgotten Books - Wikipedia
Library of the Unwritten Aj Hackworth
The Book of Joan Lidia Yukanovitch
Wearing the Lion – john Wiswell (however, did not enjoy Someone You Can Build a Nest in, but it showed promising elements)
Nothing in the Basement – Romie Stott
Press Enter John Varley
Tony Tulathimutte – Rejection
Brent Weeks The Way of Shadows
Christopher Moore A Dirty Job
St Joan of the Stockyards – Bertolt Brecht
*Arisia is ongoing, but I am not.

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Setting the buzzing lantern on a rickety table of old grey boards, a crumpled leather notebook there beside it. That olive strap in his rough-edged palm, and pinned to it a dented metal capsule of that same olive color, absurdly small against his fingertips. Head tipped back and a breath sucked through his teeth, he sets to carefully unscrewing the wee top of it.
A bit of yellow ribbon just a couple inches long, unrolled, weighted down at either end with pennies, and tiny symbols scratched in brown ink down the length of it. He’s squinting at them, writing pairs of characters on a leaf of the notebook, IS, LK, CI, GF, FO. Off in the shadows back behind him cages creak, a rattle of chains, claw-clacks and the fluffs of settling wings. He’s circling letters, sketching arrows and lines from this one to that, then lifts the pen, looks up, peers down at the floor there by his booted foot. He’s returning to the page when it happens again, the faint knock somewhere below, but then there’s the crash of breaking glass.