Bøker av Phoebe Wagner

"Juniper "Gin" Cain is pretty sure she's mostly human. Working security for the vampire-owned All Saints Casino, Gin's got an edge on the other employees: vampires can't drink her blood, making her perfect for the job. But when a radiated zombie staggers into the casino's club, she's forced to expose the inhuman traits she's kept hidden. Now, the powerful Vegas vampires want a piece of her. Her fanged boss Colton-a cowboy turned during the Nevada silver rush-helps her escape into the high desert, but the Vegas vampires and radiated zombies pursue relentlessly, eventually closing in."--

One rule oversees the post-apocalypse: never refuse a Harmonizer.Storytellers claim there are two original stories. When a stranger named Eduardo, a Harmonizer with extraordinary powers, arrives with a warning, Rowan senses life is about to change. Eduardo warns that Haven City is growing and all those living in the expansion zone are in danger. As the living world recovers from ecocide, the Harmonizers control cities to keep the human population in balance. But while the Harmonizers claim their actions are peaceful, Eduardo says they're taking too much and returning to the patterns that caused the world to warm. Rowan decides to head out with Eduardo on a quest to warn others living in solarpunk communities that have fallen within the newly expanded city limits. Along the way, Rowan collects stories of survival and realizes fleeing the city will only encourage its expansion. Rowan and Eduardo must face the harm buried deep in their pasts if they're to have any hope of bringing the city to a halt.

Phoebe Wagner's poetry is a kind of undressing. Offering up the social and sexual uncertainties of our time, she forges these into a bolder understanding of contemporary angst. Language heady as Plath melts into a precise, Carson-like wit. Wagner's voice is a reflexive one, referencing therapists, care plans, bingo tickets, pick-up lines, familial myths: 'Abuela knew I was the devil when I came out like that. / That all of Spain had bled out of me.' Formally inventive, highly visual, these poems ripple through the mind, at once cleansing and intoxicating.