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The Friday 56 for 9/9/22: An Easy Death by Charlaine Harris

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An Easy Death

An Easy Death by Charlaine Harris

“We need to talk to you,” the woman said.

Maybe the man was looking a little harder, because he finally spoke. “We could come back in the morning,” he said, his voice quiet and even.

She half turned to him to say something, and he made a little hand gesture. She shut up. But she wasn’t used to taking hints. She was the boss.

“Any time is better than now. But most likely I won’t do whatever it is you want,” I said.

“Why?” She just couldn’t stop herself.

I picked the simplest reason. “I don’t want to have nothing to do with you,” I said. My mother would have given me the evil eye for bad grammar, but she wasn’t there and I was out of civil.

The Friday 56 for 9/2/22: Hell of a Mess by Nick Kolakowski

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Hell of a Mess

Hell of a Mess by Nick Kolakowski

“Where are we going?” Fireball asked as he escorted Jen down the steps, careful on the wet concrete. His heavy back. pack bounced against his spine, the straps too loose.

“No idea,” Fiona said. The station would protect them from the rain and wind, at least. With no trains running, they could safely walk the tracks to another station. Hell, it wasn’t impossible they could make their way back to the house while staying underground.

But what if the system floods?

You have a point, she told the treacherous demon in her head. Past hurricanes had ruptured tunnels and retaining walls, filling half the subway system with toxic water. For years, politicians insisted they were spending the money to ensure such a thing never happened again, but since when could you trust anything they said?

She would just have to risk it. And yet she hesitated at the top of the stairway, frozen by a vision of whitewater foaming down a tunnel, sweeping away anything in its path, drowning anyone foolish enough to try and take refuge deep in the earth…

The Friday 56 for 8/26/22: Down the River unto the Sea by Walter Mosely

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Down the River unto the Sea

Down the River unto the Sea by Walter Mosely

“Your mother sent me, Jacob.”

“She did?” One eye opened wide while the other strained for sight.

“You okay?”

“They hit me. They hit me hard.”

“Did you steal that money?”

“Are you going to take me home?”

From the looks of him I would have said he was midtwenties, but he spoke like and had the manner of a child.

“Not right this minute, but if you answer my questions truthfully, I’ll do my best to prove you innocent.”

That’s when he started crying.

Get To Know the Fantasy Reader Book Tag

Get To Know the Fantasy Reader Book Tag
I was tagged by Celeste over at A Literary Escape (a blog you should be reading) to do this, and it was a lot of fun to do. But I honestly don’t think that I’ve thought this hard about Fantasy books in ages—maybe ever. I had a couple of die-hard Fantasy reading friends in College that probably made me think about it pretty hard frequently (and taught me more about it than I’d have learned on my own—I still hear their voices in my head as I think about various books).

What is your fantasy origin story? (How you came to read your first fantasy novel.)

My first? I couldn’t tell you, there were a handful of stand-alones that I remember reading at my public library (don’t ask me the titles). The first one I have a distinct memory of—I remember the bookstore and context, too—was:

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis

There was a whole display of the entire Chronicles of Narnia, but I hadn’t yet come across a series that you had an intended order before. I remembered watching (and getting bored by) a cartoon version of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe in some group setting. But I liked the idea—and an adventure at sea sounded fun. It’s probably the one from that series I’ve read the most—the story of Eustace and the Dragon will be among my favorites until my memory goes, Reepicheep is probably a standard that I unconsciously rate characters against. Still, I’ve often said that this series/books from it turned me into a C.S. Lewis fan—it was Lloyd Alexander’s The Chronicles of Prydain that turned me into a Fantasy fan.

If you could be the hero/heroine in a fantasy novel, who would be the author and what’s one trope you’d insist be in the story?

Um…er…well. That’s a good question. Um. There’s an appeal to Sean Gibson or K.R.R. Lockhaven, for sure, that’d be fun. I think life in a Patricia Brigg’s (non-Mercyverse) Fantasy world would be difficult. I don’t know if I could handle living in a Seanan McGuire or Patrick Rothfuss novel, that’d break me (living in a Sarah Chorn novel would do me in even quicker). Joe Abercrombie would destroy me in a different way. If Jim Butcher wrote it, I’d at least sound more clever than I am. Maybe life in Pell would be okay—as long as I wasn’t a gnome or an elf—so, I guess Delilah S. Dawson and Kevin Hearne.

Trope in the story? Hmmm…is food that isn’t a stew and hardtack a trope? Comic relief characters surviving is a nice trope (and you know I’d be a better fit for that than the hero, no matter what the question said). I guess dragons would be good—dragons in a non-antagonistic relationship with the humanoid populace would be better. I’d also go for talking dogs.

What is a fantasy you’ve read this year, that you want more people to read?

Most of the fantasy I’ve read this year has been good enough to qualify, but let’s go with:

The Marauders, the Daughter, and the Dragon

The Marauders, the Daughter, and the Dragon by K.R.R. Lockhaven

This just came out last week, so few people have read it. I was supposed to post about it today, but didn’t quite finish it in time (this was originally scheduled for later in the week, it’s not like I did this instead)—it’s sweet, it’s fun, and a good adventure. Friends, Readers, Internet Denizens, lend it your eyes!

I also want to mention The Part About the Dragon was (Mostly) True by Sean Gibson—it definitely could use more readers (what book couldn’t?).

What is your favorite fantasy subgenre? What subgenre have you not read much from?

Hands down, my favorite is Urban Fantasy, although I honestly think of it as its own genre, and am probably not going to respond to any of these prompts with UF answers. Subgenre I haven’t read much of? Er…I really get lost when people talk subgenres of Fantasy (although, Witty and Sarcastic Bookclub‘s series on them this year is helping me) Romantic Fantasy, maybe? I think I’ve read a couple of things that qualify there. I don’t think I’ve read any LitRPG. I guess that qualifies as “not read much from.”

Who is one of your auto-buy fantasy authors?

Just one? Kevin Hearne. As far as I know, the only thing of his that I don’t own at least one copy of is his SF novella/short story (don’t remember the format at the moment)—and that’s just because I only think of it when I’m short on funds, or know I wouldn’t read it immediately so I talk myself out of it. I’m still going back and forth about what I think of the last third of The Iron Druid Chronicles, but really dig everything else (and on at least every third day, that applies to the IDC).

How do you typically find fantasy recommendations? (Goodreads, Youtube, Podcasts, Instagram.)

There are a couple of friends who are pretty good sources (hi, Nicole and Micah!). But I think I get most from Book Blogs—Witty and Sarcastic Bookclub, Paul’s Picks, Before We Go Blog have probably landed more on my TBR than the others. The Write Reads Book Tours and Escapist Book Tours are pretty good sources—they are likely more effective in actually getting me to read something rather than just adding it to my TBR. Under a Pile of Books has put a couple of things on my radar/or moved them higher on the TBR.

What is an upcoming fantasy release you’re excited for?

Amari and the Great Game

Amari and the Great Game by B.B. Alston

This is really the only one I can think of that’s coming out in the near future. If we were talking about Crime Fiction, I could rattle off a dozen books I’m waiting on. But Fantasy I really only think of when it’s out.

What is one misconception about fantasy you would like to lay to rest?

It’s all D&D/Tolkein-esque stuff about groups of people wandering around in pseudo-Medieval European countries, speaking in faux British Accents, Sword and Sorcery kind of things. I think that misconception is dwindling, but that’s the dominant perception (including, I think, among a lot of Fantasy readers!) from what I can tell.

If someone had never read a fantasy before and asked you to recommend the first 3 books that come to mind as places to start, what would those recommendations be?

Oooooof. That is hard, and would vary a little from person to person, depending on their preferences/personality. I’d do better with recommendations for people who have some familiarity with it, maybe from a few years ago and are looking to get back into it. But for newbies? Hmmmm…

Kings of the Wyld

Kings of the Wyld by Nicholas Eames

There are enough “classic” Fantasy themes and features to cue someone in—and it’d match up well with expectations. But it’s got this nice, contemporary feel to it that should make an intro to the genre easier than some others.

Also, it’s just ridiculously fun. I can’t see anyone reading this book and not wanting to find similar books. I want to go re-read it now.

The Hum and the Shiver

The Hum and the Shiver by Alex Bledsoe

This is a contemporary fantasy (some call it UF, but I don’t buy that) set in Appalachia. I’ve read this at least three times (and listened to the audiobook once)—so far. It’s a great way to see that not all Fantasy takes place in pseudo-Medieval European settings. There’s a hard-to-define magic at the root of this book, but it’s expressed in the music of the residents of Cloud County, a people known as the Tufa. I found this series at just the right time and have been nearly-obsessed with it since the beginning. I’ve recommended it often—and will continue to do so.

The Princess Bride

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

It’s just such an easy point-of-entry—there aren’t a dozen different races of sentient beings, there’s so much heart, not a lot of violence, and (mostly) timeless humor. It’s a fast, breezy read—unlike so many in a genre that’s stereotyped as being full of 500+ page tomes full of six-page descriptions of every last meal.

Who is the most recent fantasy reading content creator you came across that you’d like to shoutout?

I guess that’d be Peat Long’s Blog (“Perhaps the most erratic blog in Fantasyland”). There are a number of blogs that I check in on almost daily that are devoted to Fantasy (many more than are devoted to Mysteries/Crime, which is odd if you look at what I read), and most of those put out very thoughtful and thought-provoking content (which is why I keep coming back, I guess). Peat’s the most recent blogger on that list—posts about individual books are good, but the ones about the genre in general have been helpful to me.


As usual, I’m not tagging anyone in this—but I’d like to see what you all have to come up with.

The Friday 56 for 8/19/22: The Art of Prophecy by Wesley Chu

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The Art of Prophecy

The Art of Prophecy by Wesley Chu

It took her old eyes several squints in the darkness before she sighted the small figure dangling halfway down. At the base of the wall was a cluster of soldiers, with Sinsin standing just below the boy as if positioning himself to catch him if he fell. What by the enlightened imprint of Goramh’s ass was that fraud still doing here?

Taishi focused on the boy. Whatever credit she had given Jian for thinking outside the box last night was immediately wiped away by his trying to rappel down a hundred-foot wall with fifty feet of rope. Even more stupid was that it had taken him climbing all the way to the end of the rope before he realized he was in trouble.

The Friday 56 for 8/12/22: One Decisive Victory by Jeffery H. Haskell

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One Decisive Victory

One Decisive Victory by Jeffery H. Haskell

Jennings sat back, staring intently at the map. She manipulated the controls, zooming in on the compound and rotating it clockwise to look at the building from all angles. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but… what about a compromise?” she asked.

From the expressions on the other marines, Nadia suspected those words might never have escaped the sergeant’s lips before.

The Friday 56 for 8/5/22: Composite Creatures by Caroline Hardaker

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Composite Creatures

Composite Creatures by Caroline Hardaker

The house already felt different.

We’d taken down our meagre Christmas decorations the day before (we’d only hung them up so the house looked festive for the party), and though the place felt lifeless now and drained of colour, that wasn’t why it was odd. The passageway seemed lighter and the doors further away, as if I was psychically stretching out into every room on alert for sharp things or towers likely to fall. I was a thousand eyes cast across the floor and tingled with electricity, ready to release a bolt.

I dropped the folders at the bottom of the stairs and flung my soaking boots on the shoe pile. Art and I gave each other a look and then began to walk the mile up the stairs, Art balancing the box carefully in his arms. My hand kept slipping on the bannister, and either because of nerves or the cold, I couldn’t feel my feet.

The Friday 56 for 7/29/22: The Shoulders of Giants by Jim Cliff

Self-Published Authors Appreciation Week
Since I’ve been focusing on Self-Published works here this week, I figured I’d use a self-published work for this post, too. This is a flashback to the first self-published book I can remember buying…

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The Shoulders of GiantsE

The Shoulders of Giants by Jim Cliff

The following morning, I woke up to hear noises coming from my kitchen. The clock on my bedside table read 10:14. As quietly as I could, I slid out of bed, pulled a pair of jeans on over my boxers, and picked up my Glock.

As I left my bedroom and started across the hall towards the closed kitchen door, I smelled bacon. This was bizarre for two reasons. Firstly, I couldn’t work out why someone would break into my apartment and start cooking, and secondly, I didn’t think I owned any bacon.

I took a deep breath, and kicked the door with my bare foot, simultaneously aiming my pistol at the first thing I saw, and yelling “Freeze!” The door swung open violently, to reveal a man standing in front of my fridge-freezer.

Before my brain registered what was happening, Scott let go of the carton of juice in his hand, and by the time it hit the floor, his gun was in his hand, and pointed at me.

The Friday 56 for 7/22/22: Ghost of a Chance by Dan Willis

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Ghost of a Chance

Ghost of a Chance by Dan Willis

“What’s this?” he asked as she pulled out a small key ring.

For a brief moment a frown crossed her lips, but she replaced it almost instantly with her sardonic smile.

“This is the reason I’m here,” she said, inserting a key in the lock. She turned it and pushed the door open. “Don’t touch the handle,” she said, reaching inside to switch on a magelight. “It’s got a needle coated in a nasty contact poison hidden inside it.”

Alex raised an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugged.

“What?” she said. “Don’t you have security measures around your valuables?”

The Friday 56 for 7/15/22: AMORALMAN by Derek DelGaudio

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AMORALMAN

AMORALMAN: A True Story and Other Lies by Derek DelGaudio

“Why do you think the puppeteer was there?”

“How should I know?”

I told her I wasn’t a philosopher and then accused Plato of being a lazy writer. She tried to move on and discuss other elements of the story—the shadows, the prisoners, and the inexplicable escape. But I couldn’t. For me, the story was centered around a deliberate act of deception. To gloss over that deception, and ignore the motives of the deceiver, was incomprehensible to me. The Universe wasn’t trying to deceive us when we believed the Earth was at its center. And the Earth wasn’t trying to pull the wool over our eyes when we believed it was flat. But the puppeteer in the cave was trying to deceive those prisoners. And I wanted to know why.

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