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The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding: BOOK X., ii.-v.

Fridays with the Foundling
Tom Jones Original CoverWe start off with the 18th case of mistaken identity and 47th fistfight of the book.

Some Irishman has come to the Inn late at night, looking for his wife. The maid assumes that he’s talking about Mrs. Waters, leads him to her room. He bursts in, sees clothing from two people scattered all over, a female in the bed and Tom jumping out of it to see who burst in. The stranger starts attacking Tom. Another Irishman is staying in the next room (I’m not going to bother trying to introduce them), a friend, and he comes charging in—only to help him realize that Mrs. Waters isn’t his wife. The two leave and Tom goes back to bed.

The maid and landlady discuss the events of the evening, only to be interrupted by a lady’s maid and her lady coming to take a room. After getting them settled, the maid comes down, looking for food and gets to talking things over with the inn’s made and Partridge. One thing leads to another and Patridge reveals to Mrs. Honour (naturally, that’s who the lady’s maid is) that Tom’s here with Mrs. Waters.

Partridge does a little more damage that I really don’t care enough to recap. Mrs. Honour tells Sophia about it, she’s highly offended (not realizing it was Partridge telling tales out of school, not Tom) and arranges to leave the fabled muff (which, of course, she has on her) and a note in Tom’s room.

There are a couple of stylistic moments that seem different from the rest of the book—as I’m currently at page 546, that’s no mean feat. They were nice touches, but I’m glad they’re just touches. Even without that, Fielding’s voice was as strong as ever, and I chuckled as much as I rolled my eyes at these silly circumstances.

Looking forward to seeing Tom dig himself out of this hole.

I Was Told It Would Get Easier by Abbi Waxman: The Cat’s in the Cradle and all that…

I Was Told It Would Get Easier

I Was Told It Would Get Easier

by Abbi Waxman

Paperback, 328 pg.
Berkley, 2020

Read: July 14, 2020
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I sighed. “And I’m leaving day after tomorrow for the college tour.”

She laughed. “There you go, that’ll be a total freaking disaster and therefore for a great distraction from the impending end of your career.”

“Wow, that’s super supportive.”

“I scare because I care.”

“Thanks.”

“In other news this, this morning Sasha told me I make her want jump off a cliff.”

“What prompted that?”

“I said her uniform skirt was too short.”

“And that gave rise to suicidal ideation?”

“Teenagers are all about balance and reason.”

The Mother

The essence of this book is right there—Jessica (a lawyer in a pretty big law firm in L.A.) is taking her daughter, Emily, on a college tour days after leveling an ultimatum at her boss–make some serious changes to the way the firm treats female lawyers, and do it soon, or she walks.* Being jobless might not be the best way to prepare for her daughter’s college years, but you do what you have to. It should be stressed, that there’s no way that Jessica is going to mention this to Emily.

* Jessica’s efforts to change her firm from within, and the two associates she champions, would make a decent novel. I don’t know that it’s a very Waxman-esque novel, but she gives us enough of a flavor of the story that the reader can write that in their mind

The trip isn’t just about colleges—it’s about Jessica and Emily having a chance to reconnect. To bond a little before Emily moves to the next stage of her life. Jessica fears that she wasn’t around enough during Emily’s childhood, and now that she’s on the verge of leaving, the gulf between the two is too large, and she’s regretting many choices she made while Emily was growing up. That’s not precisely true, she’d make just about all of them again, she regrets the unintended consequences of those choices.

The Daughter

Everyone tells you middle school is fun, and then you get there and it sucks. Then high school is going to be fun, but you get there and it both sucks and is really hard. Now, apparently, college is going to be fun, but it really seems like one more hurdle standing between me and actual happiness. Whatever that is.

Emily, on the other hand, is not looking forward to this trip. She’s not sure she wants to go to college (but she knows that’s the expected next step and is planning on taking it), she isn’t looking forward to that much time with her mother—especially in Jessica’s “plan for the future” mode—and there’s something pretty big that happened at school recently. Emily isn’t going to be telling her mother about it, either, but she knows that at any moment, someone from the school will be calling to talk to her mother. What good is planning for college when you’re not even sure you’re going to survive high school? Still, anything’s better than being at school for the next few days, so the trip won’t be a total loss.

The Trip

This is a group tour—put together by some college prep group—ten students and their parents are flying from L.A. to Washington D. C. to begin a whirlwind tour of some of the bigger-named colleges on the East Coast (including one “Ivy”). The kids are all from top-tier private schools, and (most of) the parents have a decent amount of money. Waxman is able to take this situation and make it seem not all that different from a family stuffing themselves into a car to go check out a state college or two. Turns out that caring parents want the best for their kids and want a decent relationship with them, no matter the family’s social stratus. Who knew, right?

In addition to the schools they’re breezing through, there are a few excursions to take in some local culture and even have some free time. Emily’s prompted Jessica to reach out to some of her old college friends while they’re out there, so their free time features such diversions as: an old boyfriend (who is not subtle not even a little bit about wanting to rekindle that old flame—at least temporarily); an old friend who is now a professor of philosophy, and pushes both mother and daughter to look at things in a new light; Jessica’s father who drove her to be the best (read: most successful) she could be, and doesn’t quite get Emily’s way of thinking.

Then there are the people on the tour—the reader doesn’t really get to know all the students/parents, but we focus on a few—there’s the geology/math geek (and his equally geeky mother), the cute and thoughtful boy (and his cute and thoughtful single father), and then there’s Alice and Dani.

I think if either Jessica or Emily had known they were going to be along, they’d have rescheduled the trip. “Alice is [in Emily’s words] the kind of girl we’re all supposed to be, but I don’t want to want to be her, if you get me.” She’s super popular, super ambitious, “she arrived on the first day of ninth grade and assumed control ten days later.” The two were friends for a few weeks before Alice moved into a higher social group. Meanwhile, Jessica describes Alice’s mother, “Daniella—Call me Dani—is not the kind of mother I want to be, but I think she’s the kind of mother I’m supposed to want to be.” The wife of a studio exec, she spends her time mothering and volunteering. The presence of these two they know, but don’t want to; have to be nice to, but don’t want to; gives the pair a common cause (and shows the reader how similar they are, even if neither can see it).

I could probably say a lot about this part of the book, but all I’m going to say about the tour and the tour group is that I could’ve easily enjoyed another week of them hitting various educational institutions and discussing them internally. I enjoyed every second of the tour/tour group we got to see. Naturally, we got a little bit of the College Admissions Scandal of recent history mixed in—and I appreciated the way Waxman worked that in.

The Heart of the Matter

I swear…I’ll be graduating college and Mom will be on a call. I watched her nervously through the window at first, but it was clearly the office; she looked base-level stressed and didn’t throw any accusing glances my way. She’d missed pretty much everything I did in elementary school because of work, and though I totally support her, girl power and all that, it’s irritating. She complains about a work all the time, too, so I can’t help noticing I’m coming second to something she doesn’t even like.

(In her defense, Jessica notes (about having her phone on her and access to her email), “This is the problem with being able to work from anywhere… you end up working from everywhere.”)

The core of the book is the mother-daughter story. Imagine Gilmore Girls, if Lorelai and Rory didn’t know how to talk to each other without it quickly turning into an argument (yes, I know, they had their moments, but there was a friendship under-girding it). Their relationship was so frustrating, just a little bit of openness and/or bravery on the part of either one of them would enable them to talk—it made me sad. At the same time, I thoroughly enjoyed the book—and had a lot of fun with it.

I loved both characters—and was heavily invested in both of their stories and loved their voices. Seeing both events—and their fights—from both perspectives was a great way for Waxman to approach this. On those occasions when the two were on the same page? It was golden. Just a delight to read and spend time with them when they were that way.

So, What Did I Think About I Was Told It Would Get Easier?

Waxman’s writing is smart, funny, and full of heart. Her characters (even the less pleasant ones) leap off the page and you can hear them as clearly as I can hear my pug snoring at my feet. Between this book and The Bookish Life of Nina Hill, I think you can consider me a Waxman fan—and I’ll be getting to her backlist as soon as I can.

The word that comes closest to encapsulating my experience with this book is pleasant. I simply liked everything about reading the novel—it took me out of my circumstances and served as a pleasant oasis for a few hours. Sometimes—frequently—that’s the best gift an author can give, and Waxman delivered as surely as Old Saint Nick ever did.


4 Stars

2020 Library Love Challenge

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The Silence by Luca Veste: A Chilling Look at Spiraling Consequences of One Fatal Night

The Silence

The Silence

by Luca Veste

eARC, 400 pg.
Sourcebooks Landmark, 2020

Read: July 17-20, 2020
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This is one of those thrillers where it feels like if you say anything, you’ll ruin something. But, I’ve got to try (if only for the sake of my NetGally Feedback Ratio).

What’s The Silence About?

I’m going to borrow the blurb, because if that says too much, it’s on Sourcebooks, not me.

It was supposed to be our last weekend away as friends, before marriage and respectability beckoned. But what happened that Saturday changed everything.

We killed a stranger and covered it up.

In the middle of the night, someone died.

We didn’t know our victim was a serial killer.

The six of us promised each other we would not tell anyone about the body we buried.

But now the pact has been broken.

We don’t think he was working alone.

And the killing has started again …

The year following the killing of the serial killer was not easy on these six friends, the toll on them all is great. Then when the killing starts again, it’s even worse, the fragile hold that Matt (the narrator) has on his life and mental health is about to shatter. Sone of his friends are doing somewhat better, while others…well, you should read that for yourself.

While we what happens to these six around the one-year anniversary we get some quick glimpses at some of the formative experiences they shared through childhood, adolescence, and university that shaped who they are and how they reacted to the present crisis.

What can I talk about?

That borders on too much about the plot, and I really don’t think I can talk much about the characters for the same reason—almost everything we learn about them is tied to the story.

Let’s focus instead on the feel of the book, the atmosphere. Wow. The opening pages are upbeat, joyful—but you can tell that won’t last for long (and not just because you’ve read the blurb). Then it gets bad, and worse, and worse yet. And you can’t look away—like the proverbial car wreck you see coming. Not only can you not look away, you have to see more, you have to keep turning the pages to see just what kind of damage will be done. How these lives will be further shattered.

It’s horrible. It’s tragic. It’s compelling.

So, what did I think about The Silence?

I don’t know that I can honestly say that I enjoyed this book—I don’t think anyone can. It’s not that kind of book. It’s a serial killer novel like you’ve never read before. If for no other reason than the focus isn’t on the killer or the hunt for the killer. It’s about the victims, prospective victims, and those that are left behind. It’s about seeing the ripple effects of trauma.

It’s a great experience. An intense read. This will be lurking in my subconscious for a while. Veste tapped into something here, and you’ve gotta try it.

Disclaimer: I received this eARC from Sourcebooks Landmark via NetGalley in exchange for this post—thanks to both for this.


4 Stars

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Vagrant Queen by Magdelene Visaggio, Jason Smith: A Quirky Space Opera that Hits the Mark

Vagrant Queen

Vagrant Queen

by Magdelene Visaggio, Jason Smith (Art)
Series: Vagrant Queen, Vol. 1

Paperback, 192 pg.
Vault Comics, 2019

Read: July 4, 2020
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As I do occasionally, I hopped on goodreads to skim some reviews to get a couple of names, so I didn’t have to go looking through the book. And I made a mistake—I never read these things, I just skim, until I’ve written my post. But this time, I saw that Beth Tabler had posted her review there, and I read it. Save yourself some time, and go read it, it’s better than anything I’m going to but here (although I’m not quite as enthusiastic about it as she is).

Let’s get this out of the way, I’m having a very difficult time not talking about the job the late SYFY show did of adapting this. I could go on and on…I don’t know if I’d have liked it if I’d read the comic first, but I think I would. It captures the spirit of the book, and a fair amount of the letter. Coming the other direction, I’m pretty impressed.

Enough of that, talk about the book

Once upon a time, there was a child queen, Eldaya. Eldaya seems to have had a good heart and a desire to rule her people well. Her handlers seemed all in favor of that, but some things came first. Somewhere along the line, her advisors/hanldersas well as her predecessorslost track of their purpose, and let the galaxy (not ours) go to pot, letting injustice and suffering grow. Eventually, this bubbles into a French Revolution-style revolt. Eldaya, her mother and some loyal people escapefor a while. They’re eventually found, and some of the revolutionary forces almost get the queen, they get almost all of her staff and mother.

It’s years later now, and the queen has adopted the name Elida. Elida’s a mavericky, smark alecky, savangerdoing all she can to survive. She wants nothing to do with her past and is doing all she can to pretend it has nothing to do with her (and it works, there are few who have a clue about it)

Elida has a…frequent ally, I guess. He’s not really a friend. He’s definitely not an enemy. Think Empire-era Han and Lando, maybe. Isaac is from Earth (a planet that no one believes exists), and will do almost anything for a shot to get back thereeven if it is in another galaxy.

One of the revolutionaries, Lazaro, has been hunting for the Queen since she fled her homeand after all this time, he thinks he can capture and kill her.

Throw these three into a galaxy-wide chase with Elida trying to rescue her long-lost mother from the clutches of the revolution…and you’ve got yourself an exciting little space opera.

How’s the art?

I don’t have a lot to say about it, really. Which solely reflects on me, not on Smith. The art is quirky, vibrantthere’s a great sense of motion to it. I really dug Smith’s approach.

I think Lazaro is frequently depicted a bit too cartoonishly. Which is odd, as he’s about as far from comic relief as you can get.

What did I think about Vagrant Queen vol. 1?

It was fun, with some great action. I wanted a little more depth to everything, but not much. For a little bit of fun SF adventure, Vagrant Queen fits the bill nicely. I’ll be back for Vol. 2.


3.5 Stars

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The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding: BOOK IX., v.- BOOK X., i.

Fridays with the Foundling
Tom Jones Original CoverWe start with a meal between Mrs. Waters, our poor victim of assault from last week’s chapters. She does her best to seduce Tom—and it works pretty well.

While that’s going on the serjeant and Partridge are, well, gossiping about Tom and Mrs. Waters—who really isn’t a Mrs. She’s just someone who spends a lot of time with Waters (and the implication is that she spends a good deal of time with people who aren’t Waters—like say, Northerton. But that little relationship went off the rails, as we saw). Partridge gets into Tom’s relationship with Allworthy (and implies a bit more about Tom’s status than is really true).

We close this week with the beginning of the next book, a digression about the morality of characters—he’s clear that he wants to avoid wholly good or completely depraved characters, but instead:

In fact, if there be enough of goodness in a character to engage the admiration and affection of a well-disposed mind, though there should appear some of those little blemishes quas humana parum cavit natura, they will raise our compassion rather than our abhorrence. Indeed, nothing can be of more moral use than the imperfections which are seen in examples of this kind; since such form a kind of surprize, more apt to affect and dwell upon our minds than the faults of very vicious and wicked persons. The foibles and vices of men, in whom there is great mixture of good, become more glaring objects from the virtues which contrast them and shew their deformity; and when we find such vices attended with their evil consequence to our favourite characters, we are not only taught to shun them for our own sake, but to hate them for the mischiefs they have already brought on those we love.

This seems like a highly appropriate thing to think about at the moment.

Spells for the Dead by Faith Hunter: Nell and Her Team Face a New Type of Deadly Threat

Spells for the Dead

Spells for the Dead

by Faith Hunter
Series: Soulwood, #5

eARC, 384 pg.
Ace, 2020

Read: July 13, 2020

What’s Spells for the Dead About?

PsyLED is called to the home of a country music superstar to investigate some mysterious deaths—the and her band had recently returned from a pretty successful tour and now many of them are dead and several of those who aren’t are in desperate need of First Responders to act quickly.

Sadly, no First Responder is equipped to cope with whatever happened to them, much less recognize and understand it. That goes for people later to the scene, including PsyLED. However, under the direction of T. Laine, their witch, they’re able to makes some guesses about treatment. Nell, Occam and Lainie focus on documenting everything they can as well as beginning preliminary interviews.

One of the first things they determine is that a witch was not behind this attack. Sadly, they reach this conclusion too late to prevent a local sheriff, with the aid of a less than ethical senior FBI agent, to lock up the band member who is a witch. Their logic is impeccable—paranatural crime, arrest the nearest paranatural. This anti-paranatural tendency shows up frequently among the humans in this book—particularly when it comes to witches. I appreciated the way that Lainie dealt with it (both in her more honest and then in her more politic approaches). Our trio being joined by their upline boss, Ayatas FireWind, helps in this manner somewhat (both because of his rank, and FireWind’s general demeanor).

On a semi-related note, you would think that people who believe/proclaim very loudly that lycans, witches, vampires, and so one are horrible monsters that want to kill all humans would be a little more circumspect when they’re around. Maybe it’s just me, but if I thought someone wanted to rip my limbs off and snack on them, I would go out of my way to not antagonize them.

Anyway, the team’s focus here is a little split—on the one hand, they need to both identify the type of magic behind the attack and continue to find better ways to treat those fighting off the effects; and on the other, figure out who had the motive and/or means to carry it out. Neither goal was really that easy.

So That’s the Main Story, What Else is Going On?

As with all books in this series, as much as this is about the PsyLED team, it’s really about Nell Ingram, her integration into the world outside the cult she left, even as she continues to deal with it and her family. God’s Glory Church really doesn’t factor heavily in this book, but it’s always in the back of her mind, shaping (either directly or in reaction to it) how she reacts to things.

There is a pretty intense moment related to the Church, but it has more to do with Nell’s family, than the Church itself. Nell doesn’t yet have full custody of Mud, but everyone’s pretty much acting as if she does. Mud’s continuing to settle in and push Nell in ways she wasn’t prepared for. Which is just fun. Both Nell and Mud are having to deal with their very pregnant sister, Esther. Esther’s pregnancy is causing her powers (and flowers) to come forward, and unlike her sisters, she’s not that interested in them. It’s a nice contrast—and it provides Mud with some great opportunities for growth.

On the work side, the team’s recent successes—particularly as the only predominately non-human team in PsyLED—are causing the Agency to make some changes to the way the Agency works—and this is going to spill over onto the team. By and large, the changes look positive and will provide good opportunities for the various members of the team. However, Nell doesn’t like change—doubly so when it applies to those things in her life she holds most dear. And since we read all this from her perspective, it’s hard to look objectively at all this.

If we’re looking at the Venn Diagram of Nell’s families (natural and found), the overlap is Occam. I’ve always loved this relationship, and now that they’re openly seeing each other and professing love? Occam’s so good, saying all the right things, doing all the right things, he’s practically a Gary Stu/Marty Stu. That “practically” there is important—Hunter’s written him in such a way over these few books that he comes across as earnest in all this, he’s not perfect, he’s just really close to perfect for Nell. They’re just fun together.

As for Nell herself? She’s continuing to work on herself, her approach to life. She makes some wise decisions and actions with her relationship with FireWind. She makes some great leaps with the relationship (if you can call it that) with the Vampire Tree. And we get some of the most solid information on just what kind of paranatural creature Nell is (watching her stifle her curiosity on this front to focus on the case was a great moment). Basically, Spells for the Dead contains more of that sure and steady, organic character development that’s been the hallmark of this series.

So what did I think about Spells for the Dead?

One of my favorite parts of these books is Nell’s reactions to new-to-her foods. We don’t see her introduced to anything here, but we still get to see her relish a few things she wasn’t exposed to for most of her life—Krispy Kreme donuts and pizza. This is actually kind of a good way to think about most of this book—unlike the previous books (particularly the first two), we’re not seeing Nell experience much that’s new here—mostly she’s living in this new world, rather than figuring things out. Hunter has established her world, has set up the characters, creatures, overarching conflicts, and whatnot. Now she gets to play with that world.

This means (at least for me, and at least for this book), that without the earth-shattering reveals, the Big Moments in Nell’s (or other characters’) life, the book has less of an impact on me. Spells for the Dead is just as good as the rest of the series has been, it just doesn’t hit me the same way. Which leads to a slightly lower rating. Hunter’s plotting, writing, and characters are still top-notch, it just didn’t blow me away. I got to spend some time with some really good friends—and I’m so happy I did—but it was comfortable, not exploratory. I trust that won’t always be the case, and that Hunter will certainly do things in this series that will cause my jaw to drop, but sometimes it’s simply going to be a really good/great novel instead of a fantastic one. Still making it one of the best series I follow.

I really got into this case—it wasn’t as fraught as some of the previous ones were, but it was interesting and unexpected. The side stories did everything they needed to. Spells for the Dead just solidifies the Soulwood books as one of the best UF series going.


4 Stars


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EXCERPT from Spells for the Dead by Faith Hunter: The Crime Scene

from Chapter One of Spells for the Dead by Faith Hunter

The potted vampire tree was a new addition to my evidence arsenal. I had no idea what English it understood, but I’d taken to talking to it anyway. Plants that were talked to in a kind tone of voice were happy plants. And since the vampire tree species had recently (probably, most certainly) eaten one of my enemies, I tried to be polite. I didn’t want it to get mad. I placed the small crate on the passenger seat and locked up.

Scanning the grounds, I walked to the side door, where the body had come from, taking in the scenery behind the house and down the low slope of the hill. There were covered training rings, trails, outbuildings, several pastures, a mechanical horse walker, horse gear, and a barn that was bigger than my house. The horses that were hanging over the fences were muscular and sassy, with slightly dished faces, as if they had some Arabian in the genetic mix. The yearlings and mares with this year’s foals appeared to be in one pasture, with geldings pastured separately.

Close to the barn, a bright red bay horse, bigger than the others, stood posed in a paddock, the breeze flinging his black mane and tail. He had black stockings and hooves, and a peculiar lightning-shaped white blaze on his face. He pawed the dirt and circled, prancing, posturing, tail held high. He reared and kicked, showing off. This was a stallion, the only intact male horse I had seen on the property so far. He snorted and burst into a tight, circling run, his mane and tail flying, neck arched, as if he was showing off. He blew a breath of delight and alpha-male satisfaction and tossed his head, the odd facial blaze seeming to flicker like flames. I didn’t have to know anything about fancy horses to know this one was expensive.

Farther away from the house were a huge white metal shed with three fifteen-foot-tall garage-type doors and a big circular drive. Parked in front of the one open garage door was a forty-foot-long, solid black recreational vehicle with multiple dual wheels, a matching black transport trailer hitched to it. Through the windows in the closed shed doors I could see two more trailers. Big ones. To the side of the RV storage building was a long, very fancy horse trailer. Just looking at the vehicles made me think seven figures several times over.

Dang. Being a country-singing megastar made good money.


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BOOK SPOTLIGHT (and Giveaway): Spells for the Dead by Faith Hunter

Today I’m very pleased to welcome the Book Tour for the next Soulwood novel, Spells for the Dead by Faith Hunter. Along with this spotlight post, I have a tantalizing excerpt to share. Then, I’ll be giving my take on the novel a little later. Those links’ll work when the posts go live in an hour or two.

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Book Details:

Book Title: Spells for the Dead by Faith Hunter
Publisher: Ace Books
Release date: July 28, 2020
Format: Paperback/ebook
Length: 384 pages
ISBN: 9780399587962

Book Blurb:

Nell Ingram faces a dark craft known as death magic in the newest pulse-pounding paranormal procedural in the New York Times bestselling Soulwood series.

Nell Ingram is a rookie PsyLed agent, using the powers she can channel from deep within the earth to solve paranormal crimes. Together with her team, she’s taken on the darkest magic and the direst foes. But she’ll need to tap into every ounce of power she has for her newest case.

Nell is called to the Tennessee mansion of a country music star and finds a disturbing scene—dead bodies rapidly decaying before everyone’s eyes. The witch on her team, T. Laine, knows this can only be one thing: death magic, a rare type of craft used to steal life forces. PsyLed needs to find this lethal killer fast. But when a paranormal-hating FBI agent tries to derail the investigation, they find themselves under attack from all sides.

About Faith Hunter:

Faith HunterFaith Hunter is the award-winning New York Times and USAToday bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock, Soulwood, Rogue Mage, and Junkyard Cats series. In addition, she has edited several anthologies and co-authored the Rogue Mage RPG. She is the coauthor and author of 16 thrillers under pen names Gary Hunter and Gwen Hunter. Altogether she has 40+ books and dozens of short stories in print and is juggling multiple projects.

She sold her first book in 1989 and hasn’t stopped writing since.

Faith collects orchids and animal skulls, loves thunderstorms, and writes. She likes to cook soup, bake bread, garden, and kayak Class II & III whitewater rivers. She edits the occasional anthology and drinks a lot of tea. Some days she’s a lady. Some days she ain’t.

Find Faith online at:

Website ~ Facebook (official) ~ Facebook ~ Twitter ~

Yellowrock Securities website ~ Gwen Hunter website

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One Man by Harry Connolly: A Broken Man Against the World

One Man

One Man

by Harry Connolly
Series: A City of Fallen Gods Novel

Kindle Edition, 396 pg.
Radar Avenue Press, 2019

Read: July 6-10, 2020
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The death of a single child is like the end of the world.

I’d preordered this last year and somehow kept not reading it—largely between tours, pub dates, library due dates, and whatnot, it kept being pushed back. I don’t know if anyone ever reads the column to the right, but this has been listed “On Deck” for most of 2020. But finally, finally, I made some room in my schedule, and boy, am I glad I did. Even if that above line tells you just how dark things are going to get.

What’s One Man About??

On the day after the summer solstice in the year 403 of the New Calendar, Kyrionik ward-Safroy defe-Safroy admir-Safroy hold-Safroy attended his own funeral.

Sure, attending your own funeral is something that’s been done by a range of characters from Tom Sawyer to Percy Jackson, but that’s still a gripping opening line. Kyrionik is now calling himself Kyrioc, child of No One. He’s living in obscurity after a calamity struck an expedition he was on years before, leaving him assumed dead. Born to one of the city’s leading families, potentially destined to highest office, he’s now living in an impoverished neighborhood working (and living) in a pawnshop. He’s sort of befriended a little girl, Riliska, who lives in the same building as the pawnshop with her mother. He’s a quiet, obviously injured, loner that no one knows anything about. He’s called The Broken Man by his neighbors—and their assumption is pretty much right about that.

Riliska’s mother, Rulenya, is a mess. She’s bouncing from job to job, and man to man, unable (or unwilling) to keep either because she’s far more interested in feeding her addiction. She’s not that interested in being a mother and shows almost no interest in or affection for her daughter (who adores her mother, of course). Exhibit A is the fact that she calls Riliska (to her face!) The Long Hangover, “a headache she’s had for years.” Riliska’s a pickpocket and shoplifter, who sells what she steals to Kyrioc—who will frequently give her more than it’s worth so she can buy food.

Rulenya steals something from a high-ranking criminal during an exchange. After a day or two of searching, they find her, kidnapping both mother and child. Kyrioc goes off on a search for Riliska—and won’t let anything stand in his way. Criminals. Magical creatures. Gangs. Constables. Bureaucrats. More criminals. What no one realizes about the Broken Man is that he’s a world-class fighter, a one-man army, like John Wick or Jack Reacher with a magical secret. By the time they realize this, it’s too late for anyone.

What Rulenya, Kyrioc, and Riliska don’t realize (although Rulena has a little bit of a clue) is that her robbery is in the middle of a giant web of organized criminal activity, a power struggle amongst the gangs of the city, and a couple of overlapping investigations into that organized crime. The robbery sets off events that bring the city to the brink of a War between the gangs with the constables trying to pick them all off. Throw in the wild card of one nearly unstoppable man on a mission to save a little girl (although no one believes that’s what he’s up to)—and what will happen next is anybody’s guess.

It’s exciting, it’s thrilling, is impossible to predict—it’s very much not the kind of story you’re used to reading in a Fantasy setting. But it works. It works so, so well.

The Strengths of the Novel

The city of Koh-Salash is constructed within the bones of a dead god. Over the centuries, various layers of the city have been built, taking advantage of the bones—and the characteristics of some of them. I love this idea. I’d have loved it more if I hadn’t seen it in Michael R. Underwood’s Shield and Crocus in 2014. I’m also pretty sure that I’ve seen a reference to at least one other fantasy novel using the same kind of city. This is not a rhetorical question: is this a Fantasy trope that I’ve missed? Are there dozens of books out there with this kind of setting and I’ve only run into two (and a possible reference to a third)? Both Underwood and Connolly used the god skeletons differently and creatively (I’d argue Connolly took more advantage of it)—so I’m not complaining in any sense about this. It just struck me as strange that two widely different works had similar settings.*

* Oddly enough, both had a very contemporary-style story set in a Fantasy world.

The city is just part of the fantastic world-building (no pun intended). There’s an epic history of the world, a geopolitical structure, and a rich magic system at work. Connolly keeps most of that to himself, only giving the reader enough to understand what’s going on in this story, with the occasional tease to make you want to know more. Even the little bit of slang that you pick up is pretty creative, I was so glad to see that Connolly had made the effort to do that.

Make no mistake—this is a dark novel. There’s one character who can largely function as comic relief—and a few lighter moments, some hints of hope. But by and large, this is a man on a suicide mission, not sure he’ll accomplish his goal, but who is sure he’ll take a lot of people down with him. Of those he faces, some just know they’ll die because of their lifestyle—that someone will “take the point” to them—some are resigned to a hopeless life, and some who look forward to death because it will release them from the choices they’ve made. All in all, you’re not going to find optimists in Koh-Salash.

This has one of the best and most consistently interesting casts of characters that I’ve read this year—I started to say that I only really got invested in two, maybe three, characters (Kyrioc, Riliska, and maybe Kyrioc’s younger brother). But as I thought about it some more, I realized that wasn’t true—maybe I was more invested in them, but there are several others that I cared about—and there’s a looming threat to the city as a whole that bothered me more than I’d think it would after so brief a time. Connolly’s provided really well-rounded and developed characters—broken, fallible, smart—but not smart enough that they can’t make a mistake—with wildly divergent (and frequently contradictory) interests and desires. In fact, if we get other City of Fallen Gods novels, I have a list of characters I’d like him to focus on.

A Caveat or Two

There were a couple of things I couldn’t quite get excited about. Both of whom are very possibly just me. First of all, are the character names—some are just garden-variety Fantasy names, but others were just obnoxious (the name in the quotation above is a mild example of this). There seemed to be a well-thought-out naming convention based on social class and family—but I just had the hardest time connecting names with characters for the longest time, and spent a lot of time flipping back in the text to decide who the name was associated with. Yes, I eventually became acclimatized, but simpler (and more pronounceable) names would’ve helped.

The second was the pacing—I think this one is very likely all about my energy level as I read this, and is probably actually well-done. So this isn’t a critique, it’s a “know what you’re getting into.” Connolly spends so much time setting up his dominoes that I grew impatient. The story is really so intricate, with so many moving parts, that after a very strong opening, things slow down so he can make sure the reader gets the full lay of the land. It was all really interesting, and well worth the effort, but I felt like I was wading through molasses. That said, once the dominoes started falling? All that went out the window, everything had been so well set up that I had no trouble following it all and remained on the edge of my seat.

So what did I think about One Man?

They were in a little storeroom or front office, with a counter and shelves full of wooden dolls with skull- like faces and outstretched arms, as though the tiny figure of Death was asking for a hug.

In Kyrioc’s experience, when death came, it was often very, very small: A breaking stair, the vapor from a cough, the edge of a knife like the one he was holding. A tiny figure was exactly the right size for Death, as far as he was concerned.

It’s simplistic to say this, but One Man feels like Connolly took the strengths of his Epic Fantasy novels and the strengths of his Urban Fantasy novels and combined them into this novel. That’s more accurate than it should be, and it’s good enough for my purposes here. There’s a rich world, well-conceived and well-realized here. The characters are so strong, so well done. And a story that we’re all familiar enough with but told in a way that’s fresh enough that you can appreciate both the way it’s familiar and surprising. There’s really little to complain about and much to commend about One Man. It’s set up in such a way that Connolly could come back to the city if he wants, or he can leave it as a very satisfying stand-alone. Either way, I strongly recommend this to your attention.


4 Stars

20 Books of Summer

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The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding: BOOK IX., i.-iv..

I was ready to have this up hours earlier than I’ve been doing lately. And then my computer decided to do the thing that computers do when you’re cocky…3+ hours later, I got back on track and this is now late. Ahh hubris….
Fridays with the Foundling

Tom Jones Original CoverWe’re in a new Book, so we get a chapter of digression. This time, the focus is on fiction writing—novels and romances, in particular. This seems to be a special interest of people who read this blog (and who write it, too), so let’s take a beat to look at some of this. Worried about the success of some recent novels, Fielding warns:

Thus a swarm of foolish novels and monstrous romances will be produced, either to the great impoverishing of booksellers, or to the great loss of time and depravation of morals in the reader; nay, often to the spreading of scandal and calumny, and to the prejudice of the characters of many worthy and honest people.

Yeah, he seems to hold a dim view of his own profession, and goes on to say:

To invent good stories, and to tell them well, are possibly very rare talents, and yet I have observed few persons who have scrupled to aim at both: and if we examine the romances and novels with which the world abounds, I think we may fairly conclude, that most of the authors would not have attempted to show their teeth (if the expression may be allowed me) in any other way of writing; nor could indeed have strung together a dozen sentences on any other subject whatever… [A]ll the arts and sciences (even criticism itself) require some little degree of learning and knowledge. Poetry, indeed, may perhaps be thought an exception; but then it demands numbers, or something like numbers: whereas, to the composition of novels and romances, nothing is necessary but paper, pens, and ink, with the manual capacity of using them. This, I conceive, their productions show to be the opinion of the authors themselves: and this must be the opinion of their readers, if indeed there be any such.

From there he goes on to talk about contemporary fiction, qualifications for writing, characteristics of various types of writers…it’s good stuff.

Back to the story, Tom and the Man of the Hill are out for a casual stroll the next morning and chatting—it sounds like a really nice, drama-free, time. Which, of course, cannot stand. They hear a woman screaming, Tom leaves The Man behind and rushes to her aid.

The screamer is partially dressed and is being dragged by a belt around her neck by some man. Tom falls upon the man, beating him with his staff. The woman stops him from killing the man, so he ties him up and prepares to take him to a Justice of the Peace. It’s then he discovers that this man is our old friend, Northerton.

As Tom gets directions from the Man of the Hill, Northerton sneaks off (Fielding notes, his hands may have been tied, but his feet were free)—the woman was too busy focusing on her rescuer to notice. Instead of seeking justice, Tom takes her to an Inn to clean up while he procures some clothes. After depositing her in a room, Tom goes to talk to the landlady about that.

The landlady doesn’t give him a chance to ask—she does not run the kind of place where a man can bring a partially dressed woman that he’s probably not married to (and even if he was)—and starts beating him with a broom before he can explain. Tom starts to defend himself, but the Landlord joins in. By the sheer happenstance that this novel thrives on, Partridge wanders by, sees Tom in trouble and joins in. Then one of the Inn’s maids also joins the fray (and does more damage than anyone else). Then the poor woman—still in need of clothing—gets involved.

What stops this fight? New customers. So, obviously, the Landlord and Landlady have to go see to them. Again, by happenstance, these are soldiers who recognize the attacked woman as being their captain’s wife, and not some harlot or whatever. Obviously now, everyone falls all over themselves apologizing to her and to Tom—who brushes that all off and everyone drinks to seal the peace.

I’m not sure where Fielding’s going, but this was a fun few chapters. This was the digression chapter, followed by three chapters of narrative. In those three, we have 2 fistfights. If you stop and think about it, there’s a lot of fighting in this book. I’ve read Jack Reacher novels with fewer episodes of fisticuffs—and I’m only a little over half-finished! I’m not trying to say anything profound or anything—I just find that funny.

I’m still unsure why we spent so much time on the Man of the Hill’s backstory, but we’ll get around to learning it. In the meantime, this was fun.

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