A new crostic. I met the author recently at a convention in Melbourne!

I am pretty certain I haven't uploaded this one already!
I actually enjoyed her other story even more, but the  title was too hard! Langue [dot] doc 1305!

On the other hand I enjoyed it a lot!

The solution for last week's crostic:

A) larva
B) opposed
C) Riders of the purple wage
D) doorstep
E) lash
F) ytterbium
G) Twixt the cup and the lip
H) Thor
I) odor
J) North
K) Now
L) is the thief of time
M) Gather ye rosebuds
N) hoods
O) TDVP
P) A friend in need
Q) nod
R) dollars
S) mushroom
T) OJ
U) Rods
V) Not dolls
W) I had
X) nephew
Y) Great Gatsby

First letters read: Lord Lytton, Night and Day

By the hum of approval that followed this proposition Morton judged rightly that it had been addressed to several persons whom curiosity and the explosion of the pistols had drawn from their beds and were grouped round the porter's lodge.

From last week,
No measure is too extreme to achieve the best presentation. If a gentleman is a bit thin in the calf we add padding to the stockings. If a gentleman grows corpulent in his advancing years we are conversant with the discreet use of the corset.

A) CT
B) Sabrina the teenage witch.
C) HB
D) As
E) River of Dancing Gods
F) Radioactive Man
G) It
H) Sentence
I) What Angels Fear
J) He
K) Yellowplush Papers
L) Mischievous
M) Extinction
N) Rings of Tautee
O) Mention
P) At
Q) IT
R) Deathstroke the Terminator
S) Soften
T) Secede
U) Is
V) Net
W) Gowned

and the first letters read: C S Harris, Why Mermaids Sing.


And now a new one:

Just to be different, here is a crostic with cryptic clues.

Remember, if you can get the answers to about five or six clues, that should be enough to get the whole puzzle out.

Last solution:
Well, when you are old and fat, my dear, perhaps you will have just a little more understanding of how lowering such things can be, Lady Melbourne said kindly.

A) kangaroo
B) IDW
C) now
D) SJ
E) a hymn
F) Living dead in Dallas
G) eddy
H) Mr
I) yule
J) Swell
K) When you wish upon a star
L) end
M) ebb
N) Total eclipse of the heart
O) fur
P) ohm
Q) lenticular
R) lunged
S) yr

First letters read: Kinsale, My Sweet Folly.

And here is another  new crostic!

Once again, this should be easy... I hope!

The solution to the previous crostic:
Sharp cracks heralded the ignition of several bright violet emergency flares in various directions around him. Some were held by members of the base's command team, some by engineers struggling to contain the fires.

It is from Gods of Night.

Another text from a novel I enjoyed!

Another StarTrek novel, which I  encourage you all to read when you have some hours to spare!