The Kingdom has been in upheaval for years, plagued by bizarre weather, failing crops, and unnatural creatures. An emissary from the Fae invites human representatives to meet with their Queen, to restore the balance. Among those who are chosen are Kaede, daughter of the Chancellor, and Taisin, a powerful sage-in-training. The perils of the road are many, and slowly the two girls fall for one another, a bond which proves life-saving when they confront the true threat to two kingdoms. This gorgeous fantasy combines heart-pounding adventure and gentle romance. Filled with lush imagery and lovely words, itโs a genuine treat.
The following book reviews have gone live over at The Green Man Review:
Blue Moon Rising, by Simon R. Green (This is an old favorite of mine. My editor sweet-talked me into writing this!)
On the Edge and Bayou Moon, by Ilona Andrews (The first two books in The Edge series of paranormal romance/urban fantasies)
Succubus Revealed, by Richelle Mead (The last in the Georgina Kincaid series)
One Grave At A Time, by Jeaniene Frost (The latest in the Night Huntress series)
My Life As A White Trash Zombie, by Diana Rowland (The start of a whole new urban fantasy series)
The following review is live at SF Site:
Aftermath, by Ann Aguirre (Fifth in the Sirantha Jax series)
Go forth and enjoy! When you’re done, feel free to come back and tell me if you agree, disagree, or don’t care. ๐
I’m extremely happy to announce that I’ve sold another story.
“The Long Night of Tanya McCray” has sold to Kristina Wright’s upcoming anthology of erotic retold fairy tales, Lustfully Ever After. It will come out from Cleis Press in 2012. I’ll share more details when I have them. In the meantime, just know these two things: A) It’s urban fantasy/paranormal romance, and set in Puxhill, like many of my other stories. B) It was inspired by the somewhat obscure tale, “The Boots of Buffalo Leather.”
This looks to be an awesome anthology, and I’m in good company. I am pleased.
As a few people might know, among the many hats I wear is that of the Microfiction Editor for Circlet Press. While I took over the position earlier this year, my reign only truly began this past Friday, when the first of the microfictions officially bought during my tenure went live on the site. Now, I have a very nice selection lined up for the immediate future, but we’ll need more.
What are Circlet Microfictions? They’re short (under 1000 words), sexy, provocative pieces of speculative erotica. They’re free, fascinating, and very NSFW. So feel free to go and check out what’s been posted in the past, and drop by every other Friday for a new story. And maybe, if you’re feeling adventurous, you can even try submitting one to us.
Examples of past Microfictions can be found here.
Guidelines can be found here.
(As always, be advised that you may be exposed to sexualities, kinks, or things beyond your normal comfort zone. Circlet stories come in all flavors and types. Microfictions tend to alternate between science fiction, fantasy, and urban fantasy, as well as gay, lesbian, hetero, and so on, depending on what we receive and accept. Please read and enjoy responsibly.)
While it won’t be out for a while (next spring or summer), I’m pleased to announce the sale of my story, “Love On A Real Train” to the Cleis Press anthology, Girl Fever: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex for Lesbians, edited by Sacchi Green. Like all the rest of the stories contained within, my tale is quick, hot and intense. And if you think you recognize that title, it’s because you’re right. I am referencing Risky Business. (Shhh, don’t tell Tom Cruise.) Details and the full TOC can be found here. I’ll be sure to let you all know when it’s out.
Here we are, back one last time for my coverage of the first month of DC Comics’ big relaunch. We’ve seen the good, the bad, the atrocious, and the controversial. After 3 weeks, a few titles have already fallen by the wayside, while many more stand on the brink, ready to fall or be given a reprieve. What will survive until the next order form, and what will make me go “Oh, HELL no?” This week, I picked up nine of the thirteen releases. For one reason or another, I choose to skip Batman: The Dark Knight, I, Vampire, The Savage Hawkman, and Voodoo. Only time will tell if I live to regret any of those omissions. But as for the series I did get, here we go.
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And here we are, back for the third week of DC Comics’ big reboot rollout. We’ve had some good titles and some bad, some mediocre, and some that spectacularly failed. I ordered about 40 of the 52 in advance, going only on solicitations and my own personal preferences. Some I chose to skip because of the creative team, others because of the characters, some because of the premise. Because of the way advance ordering works, I’m committed to picking up the first two issues; that’s what I ordered and paid for by the time the actual product started coming out. And while I could, theoretically, convince my local store to exchange something I hated for something else, I don’t feel like unloading my sins on them. B&D Comics has always treated me well. (Shameless plug!)
For those who might be curious, the ordering period ended last week. This means that I had to choose what to keep and drop based on the first half of the releases. Any stinkers from the second half will get an extra month to impress me, I guess. Two series thus far have not made the cut. Suicide Squad got the boot for being… bad. And making me very unhappy. I also dropped Grifter because in the end, it didn’t grip me, and I had to make the choice. In these troubled times of continuity resets, it’s becoming a lot easier to drop things you’re not emotionally tied to.
This week, I got ten of the twelve releases. I opted out of Captain Atom, and DC Universe Presents. That still leaves me with a rather interesting assortment, so let’s get on with it, shall we?
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Today, we lost one of our cats. Being, as he was, a most magnificent creature, he deserves his moment of immortality.
Salt, or as we occasionally called him, Seasalt Worrywart, was one of those accidental cats, the sort that comes into your life by pure chance, and hangs around because that’s just the way these things go. He and his sister, Pepper (yes, we went there) came from the mountains of Southwest Virginia. His mother was a little gray cat of indeterminate origin who only tolerated people for their food and opposable thumbs. His father… well, his father was clearly virile, ambitious, and none too picky. We think bobcat, or mountain lion, or something else equally large and offputting. The simple truth is that Salt was a sweet, simple, more-than-likely inbred farm cat from the mountains. We took Salt and his sister in when the parents-in-law had to spend some extended time in Roanoke. They needed to find these kittens a good home, and we said sure, we could help. And we never got around to it. Instead, Salt and Pepper stayed right where they are, and made themselves at home with us.
Salt was not a smart cat. You could look in one ear, and out the other, and see daylight the whole way through. He was not a brave cat. He was frightened of his own shadow, and would run anytime anyone even looked at him funny. He’d bolt if you got within ten feet when he wasn’t expecting you, cry piteously as he fled the room, and was a champion at hiding. Taking him to the vet was a monumental task in its own right. He preferred to be left to his own devices, until it was time to be fed, or until he decided he wanted loves and cuddles. He was born feral, and never quite socialized properly. We’re pretty sure he wasn’t entirely all there as cats go. He was also slightly cross-eyed. He was also huge. At last weigh-in, he ran somewhere around 23 pounds. When he ran, he waddled. No diet or special food could ever change that. He simply was, in his own strange, special way.
Salt was sweet. Catch him at the right time, and he was a soft, purring, drooling, kneading lovebeast, with paws like dinner plates and razor-sharp talons to match, and he rarely misused them. You could use him as a full body pillow, and he was cool with that. He was loving. He’d often curl up with our Maine Coon, Gabriel, and together they’d fill cat beds to overflowing. He had a lovely singing voice, and would exercise it frequently, at night, in the stairwell. He gave impromptu concerts like you wouldn’t believe, amazing and terrifying people who stayed with us. He was a beautiful cat. White and silver and gray and black, with huge blue eyes, and a lovely ringed tail.
Tonight, we found him outside on our screened porch. It looks like he just lay down for a nap, and that was it. His time here was done, and he was ready to move on. No muss, no fuss, no warning. He’d been fine right up until the last time we saw him. He lived as he lived, and he passed on with as little bother as possible. He’d have HATED drawing it out any longer than necessary. No medicine, no vet trips, no surgery, no drastic measures for him. Somehow, I’m not surprised that he found a quiet, dignified way to exit, stage left.
Salt was a magnificent cat, one of a kind, and I already miss him. I know he’ll live on in our memories, and his fictional counterpart has already started making an appearance in my stories. Take care, my Big Kitty of Doom. I hope your next life is even better.
Welcome back for Week 2 of the New DC 52. Last time, I looked at the initial wave of offerings from DC’s rebooted line of comics, and found it to be fairly decent, if occasionally annoying and mostly unobjectionable. I hear tell that Hawk and Dove earned a fair share of derision for Rob Liefeld’s art, while Batgirl has caused quite a commotion for all sorts of reasons. But that was last week. This week, I picked up 10 of the 13 offerings. I skipped on Mister Terrific, Deathstroke, and Red Lanterns for various reasons. (Last week, FWIW, I skipped Green Arrow, O.M.A.C. and Swamp Thing.
This week’s offerings were just as varied as before, but there were several that stood out, for good or for bad. And without further ado, let’s get into it.
Batman and Robin (Written by Peter J. Tomasi, Art by Patrick Gleason): Presenting, for the first time ever, the team of Batman (Bruce Wayne) and Robin (Damien Wayne). See father-son bonding as never before: fighting crime in the sewers! Thrill to another return to Crime Alley! Will Robin follow orders, or is he grounded without supper? All kidding aside, it’s an interesting dynamic. We haven’t seen this particular pair together very much before, so there’s a lot of fertile ground, as Batman tries to relate to his kid, while Damien tries not to be a complete prat. I think Tomasi has the characters down, and the start of something good. Meanwhile, a mysterious new foe is apparently out to eradicate the Batman franchise, starting with some poor schmuck in Russia (dammit, now I want to know more about the Russian Batman). The bottom line: this is a nice solid comic, with dependable art, and I’m in for the foreseeable future. Yes.
Batwoman (Written by J.H. Williams and W. Haden Blackman, Art by J.H. Williams): Originally solicited several times before the relaunch, and held back until now, this is the much-anticipated beginning of the solo series starring Kate Kane, an socialite and ex-soldier turned vigilante. Oh, and she’s also a lesbian, which some people would suggest is the only defining feature worth mentioning. Friends, it’s not. This is an excellent comic. Much of it revolves around Kate’s personal life, getting us up to speed with her current status quo. Sadly, she’s no longer dating Renee “The Question” Montoya (who may or may not still wear that mantle in the reboot), but she has her eye on Maggie Sawyer, DC’s other lesbian cop. She’s also training her cousin, Bette “Flamebird” Kane as a sidekick. Bette, who apparently still spent time with the Teen Titans, is chafing at being pushed back to square one. While there’s a little crimefighting, it’s mostly off-screen and relegated to a few panels, even as we’re introduced to a new villain who may or may not be a local urban legend. Best of all, Williams’ earlier creation, DEO Agent Cameron Chase is back!
However, with this comic, the story may actually come in second to the abso-freaking-lutely gorgeous art. It’s subtle and evocative, inventive and dynamic. Panels go all over the place as the mood demands. Watery when dealing with the Weeping Woman, blocky when dealing with Kate’s mundane life, jagged and angular and batlike when she’s in costume. Colors fade in and out, things overlap, figures move, and the story flows. I don’t have words strong enough to suggest how much I love the artwork here, and I hope it lasts. All I can say is Yes. I’m on this one to stay.
Demon Knights (Written by Paul Cornell, Art by Diogenes Neves): The Magnificent Seven meet Conan meet Army of the Dead in this surprisingly enjoyable offering from the ever-awesome Paul Cornell. It’s “The Dark Ages” somewhere in Europe, and an evil army is on the move. In their path is a tavern. In that tavern are immortal caveman Vandal Savage, demon-in-a-human-body The Demon, unaging sorceress Madame Xanadu, and the Grant Morrison version of the Shining Knight. Throw in a few other strangers, and you have the best DC D&D questing group ever created. This is almost ludicrously entertaining, and it promises to kick ass. I’m not sure where Cornell plans to go with this, but hey, I’m good. The art is perfectly satisfactory: Vandal Savage is a fur-covered hulking brute, the Demon is a monster, Sir Ystin is girlishly wiry, and Neves is clearly up to the challenge of obeying Cornell’s mad directives. I guess I’ll stick around. Yes.
Frankenstein, Agent of S.H.A.D.E. (Written by Jeff Lemire, Art by Ponticelli): Picking up on another Grant Morrison reinvention, Lemire gives us the gun-toting adventuring version of the legendary monster, joined here by the most recent iteration of the Creature Commandos. S.H.A.D.E. is one of those oddball government organizations tasked to deal with superhuman threats, and Frankie and his team are some of their top agents. Their current mission: investigate what happened to an entire town, as well as Frank’s estranged wife (a four-armed agent and kicker of butt in her own right). Look: Frankenstein fights monsters with the aid of monsters. And apparently Ray “the Atom” Palmer is working as a liaison with S.H.A.D.E., having helped to hook them up with a secret base inside a flying 3-inch globe. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that yes, this is one of the weirder offerings so far. But it’s also a lot of fun. I’m interested enough to ride it out for the time being. Yes.
Green Lantern (Written by Geoff Johns, Art by Doug Mahnke): Picking up after the events of the War of the Green Lanterns pre-reboot, this maintains a set-up where Sinestro is a Green Lantern, while Hal Jordan is a hopeless mess. Seriously: he’s broke, his credit score is shot, he’s about to be homeless, he’s unemployable. Apparently Hal Jordan’s forgotten how to cope with life when he’s not a Green Lantern. Meanwhile, no one wants Sinestro to be a GL, not even Sinestro himself. You know this isn’t going to end well for anyone. The problem here is that while some parts of the DCU are being rebuilt from the ground up, it looks as though the GL franchise really was untouched. New reader friendly? Not so much. Good story? Sure. I’ve been a GL fan for a long time, and I’m eager to see where this goes and if Hal Jordan gets his act together. Yes.
Grifter (Written by Nathan Edmondson, Art by CAFU): Originally, Grifter was part of the Wildstorm universe, a mainstay of the WildC.A.T.s, specializing in… um… shooting things? Looking cool? Having vaguely undefined psychic powers he never ever used? Anyway, this time around he’s a special forces operative turned con man, who’s abducted by… something, and who escapes before they can finish doing stuff to. Now he hears voices, people are trying to kill him, and he’s wanted as a terrorist. And I’m just going “erm?” It’s an adventure/spy/paranoia-laced thriller story, and I’m really not sure if it’s satisfying me. CAFU’s art is splendid and entertaining, but that’s not enough to keep me from putting this on the For Now list. I’ll stick out the first arc but then we’ll take another look at things.
Legion Lost (Written by Fabian Nicieza, Art by Pete Woods): So a group of super-powered teenagers from the future come back to the present, chasing a bad guy. First things first, they reference something called the “Flashpoint Breakwall”. Interesting that they’re invoking something that basically links the pre- and post-reboot DCU. This batch of Legionnaires is an eclectic group, including Tellus, Gates, Tyroc, Dawnstar, Timber Wolf, Wildfire, and Chameleon Girl. Already, you know we’re dealing with their B-Team. Unfortunately, it looks like several of them don’t even survive the first issue (which leaves them all stranded in the modern era, of course.) I’d be more upset about the horrible random deaths if it wasn’t the Legion, who tend to get rebooted or alt-universed more often than any other team alive. I’m a little dubious, but my fondness for Nicieza’s work and my love of the Legion grants this series a definite For Now, while they lay down the groundwork in the first arc.
Resurrection Man: (Written by Dan Abnett and Andy Lanning, Art by Fernando Dagnino): He’s a superhero who comes back from the dead with a new power every time. In a slight change from the first series, it looks like this time he also has a “mission” when he comes back to life, a compulsion to go somewhere and do something. With the original writers back on this version of the title, it looks to be a rock-solid, intriguing story. For the moment, our hero’s got magnetic powers and the need to go to Portland by air. Unfortunately, an attack by otherworldly forces on board the plane suggests someone has serious plans for him. What do Heaven and Hell want with the Resurrection Man? And what do the curvaceous bounty hunters known as the Body Doubles want with him? I guess we’ll find out. I must say, I like the art, for the most part. Dagnino manages to convey both beautiful and gritty images, but his women tend to adopt some interesting poses, not always what I’d consider anatomically comfortable. But that quibble aside, I’m giving this series a Yes.
Suicide Squad (Written by Adam Glass, Art by Federico Dallocchio): The premise is simple: The U.S. government uses imprisoned supervillains to take care of dirty business, with the subtle understanding that they don’t have to come back alive. This concept was brilliantly executed by John Ostrander back in the ’80s and ’90s, before the team was relegated, for the most part, to guest appearances and the occasional mini-series. Some of the old regulars went on to greater things, such as Deadshot’s time with the Secret Six (where the Squad often popped up.) Well, they’re back, written by relative newcomer Adam Glass, and this simply isn’t what I was hoping for.
The current team consists of Deadshot, Harley Quinn, King Shark, Black Spider, El Diablo, Savant, and some guy named Voltaic. Mostly familiar names. Except that Deadshot doesn’t seem to have spent time in the Secret Six. King Shark is a hammerhead instead of a regular shark. Harley Quinn is all tarted up and extra-psychotic. El Diablo is a Hispanic pyrokinetic crimelord or something. And Savant is a coward and a wimp. There’s absolutely no sign of any of the brilliant character development Deadshot, Savant and King Shark enjoyed under Gail Simone’s control. There’s no sense of delusional sweetness or whimsy to this Harley Quinn. She’s full-blown over the edge crazy-bad.
The story starts out with them being horribly tortured, with electric clamps to the cheeks, and rats gnawing through chests, and ants crawling all over, and holy crap, what IS this, Saw 7? Glass, who also wrote the remarkably mean-spirited and bloody Legion of Doom Flashpoint mini, seems to have gotten the wrong memo. Your comic should NOT start out as torture porn. It should not take characters with depth and nuance, and turn them into one-note villains. And, for the love of all that’s holy, you shouldn’t turn Amanda Waller, one of the strongest, most forceful, most resourceful, black female characters in creation, into a cleavage-wielding hottie. That’s not her style! She was large and in charge, a full-figured, mature, experienced, highly capable figure who once stared down Batman. This new Amanda Waller is younger, prettier, skinnier, and boobtastic, and it’s just not her.
Hmmm. Next issue promises a Squad casualty. I wonder if it’ll be Voltaic, the guy who, as far as I can tell, has never appeared before in any capacity. Guess what? I don’t care. Because this iteration of the Suicide Squad is so very, very unpleasant, distasteful, and wrong. Just looking at it taints my memories of the characters. Just owning this issue puts a blight on my copies of the previous series. Congratulations, guys. For somehow being the worst possible way to relaunch a title I loved with characters I liked, this version of the Suicide Squad gets the dubious honor of being my first immediate drop. Not just a No, but a Oh Hell No. Wake me if DC comes to its senses and gives the title back to John Ostrander.
Superboy (Written by Scott Lobdell, Art by R.B. Silva): And here we have Superboy. He’s been rebooted right back to his starting days as a clone in a tank, in a place called N.O.W.H.E.R.E. He’s only half-conscious, studying them while they run him through various virtual simulations. With a revamped Rose Wilson (formerly the newest Ravager) performing double duty on the outside and the inside, and a mysterious scientist we know only as Red trying to help him, Superboy’s a lot more distant, alien, and removed from the world. He may be a product of human/Kryptonian genesplicing or whatever, but no one knows who the human donor is. Yet. I have to say, I really do miss the old Superboy. He started off as a product of the ’90s, but really grew into his own, right up to the end. Nevertheless, I’m interested enough in whatever’s going on here to stick around for the first arc. We know he’s going to be dealing with the revamped Teen Titans, and that should be good for a few laughs, right? The art is pretty, and it serves its purpose. I’d almost call it generic, as far as a DC house style goes. Then again, unless it’s very good or very bad, the art tends to come second after the story for me. But let’s give this a For Now and see if it continues to entertain and interest me.
And there we have it. Halfway through the first month of DC’s New 52, and only one comic thus far as caused me to pray for a swift and merciful death, or a convenient meteor. Will another comic take Suicide Squad’s place on my pull list? It could happen…. And remember, I do welcome comments, criticisms, dissenting opinions, and candy.
(And yes, I know, I did post the cover to the classic, unforgettably awesome, far superior, why no I’m not biased at all, did you know the first 8 issues are available as a trade paperback, version of the Suicide Squad. Call it my form of coping.)
Today is the official release date for Jack-o’-Spec: Tales of Halloween and Fantasy, edited by Karen A. Romanko, from Raven Electrick Ink Press. My story, “Who Killed The Pumpkin King?” stars Nick St. Claus, urban fantasy PI and ex-spirit of Christmas, as he investigates the murder of an old colleague. It’s a fun little story, and I’m quite pleased to see it out in the wild.