Mourning Dove Locket by Juli D. Revezzo

I love this series, so much. I’m a fan of all Juli’s material, but this one? This one is my  favorite. Trevor and Caitlin remain one of my favorite couples of all time . Here’s a bit about the newest release, Mourning Dove Locket.

 

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For antique shop owners Caitlin and Trevor Fulmer, the intrusion of gods and ghosts is an unfortunate daily occurrence. After a young girl offers Caitlin a gold locket, however, she can’t help but notice it’s oozing with paranormal energy.

More significantly, the locket’s owner is surrounded by Otherworld spirits. Caitlin recognizes in the girl all the signs of a budding witch in the midst of a dangerous crisis.

Can she and her covenmates protect the girl and assist her in embracing her powers, before those beyond the veil extract their revenge?
Mourning Dove Locket

Series: Antique Magic, book 4

Genre: Paranormal, fantasy, cozy mystery

Page count: 274 pages

Cover art: Raven Queen Publications

Rating (PG—some violence)

 

Available at Amazon: https://amzn.com/B01HAIIM5O

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mourning-dove-locket-juli-d-revezzo/1123948328?ean=2940158202964

Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/6243582

Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/mourning-dove-locket-antique/id1126202616?mt=11

And

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/644828

Bio:

Juli D. Revezzo writes fantasy and romantic stories filled in with elements garnered from a lifetime love affair with magic, myth, witches, wizards, and fated lovers and legend. She is the author of The Antique Magic series and the Paranormal Romance Celtic Stewards Chronicles series, New Adult romance Changeling’s Crown, and short stories published in ETERNAL HAUNTED SUMMER, LUNA STATION QUARTERLY, among others. She is also a member of the Independent Author Network and the Magic Appreciation Tour.

To learn more about this and future releases, visit her (no really, visit her!) at: http://julidrevezzo.com

 

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When Worlds Collide on Kindle

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From the blurb:

Hest just wants a break. With Yule finally over, and his responsibility to his family along with it, he’s looking forward to a well-earned rest – and he wants that rest far, far away from his siblings. Perhaps stopping by the city his mother calls home isn’t the best idea, but meeting her charming neighbor is definitely a high point.

Too bad she has to witness his mother throwing a man from an eighth-story window. . .

Meliah likes her quiet life, her boring job, her daily routine. One drink to celebrate her first vacation away from her mess of a family was all she wants; is that too much to ask? Instead, her entire world is turned upside down when a stranger pulls her from danger only to plunge her deep into family troubles that put her own to shame. She should be running in terror from him and his impossible siblings, so why can’t stop thinking about him?

When Worlds Collide is the first novella in a series that challenges assumptions, explores the way relationships are formed, and celebrates the power of love. If you enjoy gods-as-characters, first contact stories, and Loki, you might just enjoy this story.

Also, it’s only 0.99!

Okay, look. I lied. Also, Camp NaNoWriMo!

In my last post, I mentioned that I’d be offering a stand-alone story for June’s installment. I like the idea of stand alone stories to allow you, my supporters, a chance to be free of prolonged suspense, to allow you a chance of a smaller time commitment, and also, to remind myself that that I can, indeed, writer even shorter fiction. There’s something extremely satisfying about starting and finishing a story quickly.

I love the story I’ve started — it’s actually a story I’ve wanted to write for a while, and I made good progress on it. And then we had house  guests and I couldn’t write for a week, and it was okay, because I’d planned for that, and I was still going to meet all my deadlines, even while working over time at the day job, and it was going to be fine.

Except, while I waited to get back to that story, Mundi (who is not a huge fan of that nickname) and Fen both became eager for me to finish their story. And, really, I’m not a hard sell, because it’s a more exciting story, with more chances for my favorite themes: first contact and finding home. It centers around gods I love and spirits I adore, even if they’re fictionalized. Part of learning how I am as a writer has been learning to go with the story that is the most interesting to me at any particular time — and it’s this one.

So, June’s installment will pick up where May’s installment left off, sort of. We leave Hest and Meliah behind, to follow Jormungandr. Furious beyond reason at the attack on his brother, unable to vent his frustration on his enemy, and banished from his brother’s side, Jormungandr is confined to Midgard until Loki decides otherwise. He seeks aid from a woman who just about runs him down with her car, and discovers a secret Tyr has managed to keep hidden from them all.

Sophie doesn’t know what to make of the man who fell in front of her car from out of thin air, and she certainly does not like the look of him. Bloodied, and battered, and foreboding, there’s something about him that encourages her to trust him. Or maybe she just needs a distraction from the increasing isolation she’s feeling as her family life implodes around her.
This is the first time I’ve done a series via the subscription plan. My plan is always to eventually release the stories, like I did with Igraine’s Flight (only with an editor seeing it first, yikes) but I’m not there with When Worlds Collide yet. So! If you’re interested in opting in, but you didn’t opt in for the first story, contact me (jolenedawe@gmail.com)  and something can be arranged. In fact, if you’re interested in any of my published work, please contact me, and something can be arranged. Seriously. Word of mouth. It matters.

In other, related news: Camp NaNoWriMo is happening in July, and I am signed up! My word count goal is 25k, though unofficially I’m really aiming for 30k. July seems more friendly to challenges than November does, so I’m curious to see how it goes.

 

 

 

 

When Worlds Collide Final Installment, and info about the new story.

The last section of When Worlds Collide is in the hands of my editor, and will be coming back for final fixes today. *rubs hands gleefully*. I’m super excited about this novella, and I’m grateful for all the positive feedback I’ve been getting.

There will be two other stories in this series, and the first installment in the second will be going out in July. I’m taking a break to bang out a stand alone short that will not get out of my head any other way. The new story is currently without a title, alas, but I’m a quarter of the way into it after just two days, and loving it so very much. She’s a swamp  witch, you see, and something of an outcast, so it’s not very surprising that she winds up with a greenman for a husband. What happens when he gets a yearning to explore his roots, when he decides to seek out family he doesn’t even know? Will she still have a place at his side? Will they accept her, human as she is? Will they even accept him?

In July I’ll be returning to Loki’s children, and we’ll take a look to see how Mundi is dealing with this chaos his brother brings to their lives . . .

If you’re interesting in getting the previous four installments, please contact me at jolenedawe at gmail dot com. Each installment is $10. For more information, please see my subscription page. You can also opt in via paypal, on the button in my sidebar.

Celebrating Pagan Fiction video series launch!

This is by no means a fancy video — I don’t know that I’m ever going to do fancy videos. It is, though, the first in what will hopefully be an awesome series featuring pagan-friendly fiction written by pagans.

First up: Jennifer Lawrence’s Fire on the Mountain.

(now I just need to figure out how to showcase e-books, since my e-reader device and my video recording device are the same. Fancy video editing may have to happen after all.)

Future videos already planned: Beth Wodandis, C.S. MacCath, Juli D. Revezzo, yes this is an excuse to finally get Deborah Blake’s books. Any suggestions are welcome!

When Worlds Collide Chapter Two is live!

For my subscribers: emails should have hit your inboxes last night. If you’re expecting an installment and you did not receive one, please contact me. I triple check the addresses before I hit send, but I’m also human. I plug those in by hand (one day I’m going to look into a fancier way of doing it, I swear!) and I was working through a nagging headache last night, and omissions have happened before, so please, please  don’t hesitate to call me on it. Edited to add: I skipped a whole group of subscribers. See? This is why I ask. It should be remedied now, but again, if you haven’t gotten your installment, call me on it. As always, thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoy this installment.

For those who have no idea what I’m talking about, but are curious: I run a story subscription. For $10 a month, you receive a story or story installment (let’s be real, it’s usually a story installment; novella is my ‘sweet spot’ length) of unpublished, brand new material, 4 thousand words (roughly 8 pages) or more in either .PDF, .mobi, or .epub format. We’re on the second installment of what is looking to be a five installment long story, When Worlds Collide.  There are a few ways you can join in on this. I have a Patreon set up, so if you want to pledge $10 a month for the duration of the story, you can. You can also pay via paypal.com. There’s more information about that here.

Even though the story has started, you can still opt in, and that will be true until the very last installment is set to go out. When Worlds Collide is a paranormal romance, and an amusing glimpse at what it might be like to count Loki as family. It centers around some of His more famous children, and is the first of three such stories. Personally, I love this story, but then, I would, and Loki — even as a secondary character — is wonderful to write.  If you like gods as characters in stories, if you like the illusion of the mundane being shattered by the presence of the magical, if your favorite themes are First Contact and Finding Home (those are totally my favorite themes), you might want to check this out.  (Below is an excerpt from Chapter 1) [When Worlds Collide 2016 copyright Jolene Dawe]


“So . . .” Meliah groped for words. Usually she wasn’t unnerved by silence, but this was a tense silence, the kind you wanted to break, the kind that got heavier and heavier the longer it stretched on. They were both, she realized, extremely nervous. Which made her want to laugh. What the hell was he nervous about?

Possibly that she was going to press charges.

“Your father has a bad temper, then?”

Hest very nearly laughed beer out his nose. He turned a few shade of red, managed to swallow without choking, and set his empty bottle down. “He’s not my father,” he said, “but, yeah. He’s sort of legendary for it. It’s unfair — he’s not unreasonable in his anger. He doesn’t just pop off randomly. Unless his kids are involved.”

“So, they’re all your half siblings?”

“Yeah.”

Meliah nodded. Fiddled with the label on her bottle. “Did—” She stopped. Inhaled. Tried again. “He threw that man out the window. Eight stories. And he got up like he’d tripped.”

Hest lifted his bottle to drink, found it empty, and frowned at it. “Yup.”

“That’s not possible. The windows. My apartment.” Meliah heard her voice going shrill, and stopped again. “Is it going to be safe for me to stay here? Or is he going to come back.”

“Oh, he won’t be back any time soon, love.”

Meliah had the satisfaction of seeing Hest flinch, so she didn’t feel so bad that the woman’s voice startled her half out of her skin.

She stood in the open doorway dressed in a neat, tidy pantsuit. Dark auburn hair brushed her shoulders in a riot of waves, suggesting that it’d been tied up wet and was newly released. She offered Meliah a slight smile before her eyes fell on Hest. The wattage of her smile hiked up to brilliant, lighting up her whole face. She lifted her hands and crossed into the apartment without an invitation. “Ach, my boy.”

Hest folded Meliah’s neighbor into his arms, squeezing tight, and dropped his head to her shoulder. Meliah hadn’t noticed him looking particularly tense —  then again, she was rather focused on her own stress — but she could see the tension draining out of him. “It’s so good to see you, Ma.” His voice was muffled.

Meliah stood, feeling awkward and intrusive in her own kitchen.

After another long minute or two, Hest stepped back. He held his mother at arm’s length. “Are you all right?”

His mother shrugged a shoulder. “Oh, him? Please. It’s a familiar song and dance, nothing more. Some of us simply like our routines. Others of us like to seek out something new, now and again.” She shifted so that she could look at Meliah and Hast at the same time. “I’m sorry to have met you under these circumstances,” she said, holding out a hand. Her grin was almost all teeth this time. “I’m Loki.”

 

Favorite New (to me!) Authors of 2015

This list is in no particular order. I want to make that clear before I go any further.  I’m a bit of a bookworm (erg, was that too sudden? Do you need to sit down for a minute? Catch your breath; I’ll wait). Part of the fun of reading for me is thinking about the authors whose works I’ve discovered for the first time, whose works get me all jazzed over writing and reading, authors whose material being in the world at this point in time makes me grateful to be alive and able to get my hands on said  material. Even though I do write nonfiction, and even though Beth and various friends have thoroughly convinced me that nonfiction writing counts as real writing, when I reflect upon this, I don’t often reflect upon the nonfiction writers. Maybe I should; maybe I will. For this past year, I have not, and so that’s something I’ll keep in mind going forward. For now? For now, I want to share with you the authors whose work I’ve discovered and loved during 2015.

Annie Bellet. Now,  this might not be fully a 2015 discovery. I came across her work first in Nine By Night, which was a flippin’ awesome bundle (which no longer seems to be live; that’s too bad. It’s a great collection)  I read back toward the end of 2014. I did a lot of book binging during last December, and I primarily remember reading a ton of Lindsay Buroker, and I don’t remember if I read Twenty Sided Sorceress series before that or after that, but I don’t care. It’s a great series, and while it’s not the most favorite of my favorite new discoveries, it’s up there.

Meghan Ciana Doidge Picking my favorite author, or even my favorite author out of a distinct category (modern-day set/paranormal suspense/indie-published) is sort of like picking my favorite cat — it’s not gonna happen. Even if I can narrow it down to a small pool (three. Four if you count recently-transitioned-to-spirit companions. Six if you count beloved cats of beloved friends/family. Erm). That said: Meghan? Yeah, I really like Meghan. Maybe it’s that I find her easy to relate to (in a totally not-creepy way). Maybe because I know we’ve been to some of the same places. Maybe it’s the knitting. Possibly it’s the chocolate love. Likely it’s the Persians (it all comes back to cats. Cats are magic). Certainly it is her vampire, who is the most Other-ed of Othery vampire I’ve read since Robin McKinley’s Sunshine novel. I love the world of her Dowser and Oracle books.  I love the characters. I love everything about these books, and I’m so glad to have discovered them.

Jordan L. Hawk. This is a tough one. So — I was introduced to Hawk’s writing via her Whyborne and Griffin series, which starts with Widdershins (which you can get for free and you really should do that if you haven’t because, just, yes. Yes. Please, gods, yes). The series is based out of an alternative Massachusetts towards the end of the last century. Electricity is still  not overly common, automobiles are scary with their high speeds of 20 mph, and occult magic is a thing that happens and has real results. It’s one of those alternative histories where things are only a bit off, where you forget it’s not your own history, until something bizarre happens and you have no choice to remember because there are monsters trying to break into your world and destroy everything you know and love and — er.

Where was I?

The series made me homesick for a Massachusetts that never was. I’m surprised that I loved this series as much as I did. While I don’t mind reading about M/M love interests, it’s not my most favorite pairing, especially when the two involved are both human. How boring, right? Except, I found Whyborne so incredibly endearing, and Griffin intriguing, and really, I want a great story, I don’t so much care about the gender of the people involved. More than that, I was surprised to like it as much as I did because it’s very much based in Western occultism, and I just don’t care so much about that at all, at all.

Hawk’s writing is fantastic. She’s got some of the hottest sex scenes I’ve read, but also the sweetest, and it’s very much a glimpse into their lives. The stories are solid, and they do this lovely building thing that has me despairing of ever being that good. (I’m not a novelist, and I’m certainly not a serial novelist, and the building that’s gone into this has blown me away). I don’t want to brag, but I am a writer, and I am a bookworm, and I’m that annoying friend who,  without trying to puzzle things out, will have figured out the ‘who dun it’ of plots way early on. So having a writer whose stories can surprise me, even four or five books in, is pretty fantastic, and is certainly not something I experience a lot. It’s not every one , and it’s not even always the major things, but layer-y things that she works in that just utterly blindside me. Foreshadowing so deftly done that I don’t register it until the final piece slips into place and it all becomes so obvious. Fantastic. Oh my god.

She’s going to make me a better writer just by trying to be half as good.

Jennifer Lawrence. Specifically her book Fire on The Mountain, whose  protag  deals with chronic pain for much of the book in a refreshingly realistic way. I keep meaning to check out her second book, and I keep forgetting. Why?? Why does ordering from Lulu.com seem like such an ordeal. It’s not! It’s just not one-click. Oh, how lazy we can be.

N. K. Jemisin. Of my list, she is my most recent new discovery and I cannot wait to delve into the rest of her books. *rubs hands with glee* Her Inheritance trio is a must read for anyone interested in gods-as-characters, god shards in people, walking living myths, etc. So, so good.

I read way more than this, and I read a lot of books I loved a lot, but all by authors whose works I’d already come across.

What are some of your favorite discoveries of 2015? Doesn’t have to be books! (though, please, talk about books!)

When Worlds Collide* — an excerpt

“So . . .” Meliah groped for words. Usually she wasn’t unnerved by silence, but this was a tense silence, the kind you wanted to break, the kind that got heavier and heavier the longer it stretched on. They were both, she realized, extremely nervous. Which made her want to laugh. What the hell was he nervous about?

Possibly that she was going to press charges.

“Your father has a bad temper, then?”

Hest very nearly laughed beer out his nose. He turned a few shade of red, managed to swallow without choking, and set his empty bottle down. “He’s not my father,” he said, “but, yeah. He’s sort of legendary for it. It’s unfair — he’s not unreasonable in his anger. He doesn’t just pop off randomly. Unless his kids are involved.”

“So, they’re all your half siblings?”

“Yeah.”

Meliah nodded. Fiddled with the label on her bottle. “Did—” She stopped. Inhaled. Tried again. “He threw that man out the window. Eight stories. And he got up like he’d tripped.”

Hest lifted his bottle to drink, found it empty, and frowned at it. “Yup.”

“That’s not possible. The windows. My apartment.” Meliah heard her voice going shrill, and stopped again. “Is it going to be safe for me to stay here? Or is he going to come back.”

“Oh, he won’t be back any time soon, love.”

Meliah had the satisfaction of seeing Hest flinch, so she didn’t feel so bad that the woman’s voice startled her half out of her skin.

She stood in the open doorway dressed in a neat, tidy pantsuit. Dark auburn hair brushed her shoulders in a riot of waves, suggesting that it’d been tied up wet and was newly released. She offered Meliah a slight smile before her eyes fell on Hest. The wattage of her smile hiked up to brilliant, lighting up her whole face. She lifted her hands and crossed into the apartment without an invitation. “Ach, my boy.”

Hest folded Meliah’s neighbor into his arms, squeezing tight, and dropped his head to her shoulder. Meliah hadn’t noticed him looking particularly tense —  then again, she was rather focused on her own stress — but she could see the tension draining out of him. “It’s so good to see you, Ma.” His voice was muffled.

Meliah stood, feeling awkward and intrusive in her own kitchen.

After another long minute or two, Hest stepped back. He held his mother at arm’s length. “Are you all right?”

His mother shrugged a shoulder. “Oh, him? Please. It’s a familiar song and dance, nothing more. Some of us simply like our routines. Others of us like to seek out something new, now and again.” She shifted so that she could look at Meliah and Hast at the same time. “I’m sorry to have met you under these circumstances,” she said, holding out a hand. Her grin was almost all teeth this time. “I’m Loki.”

*I suck at titles. This is a working title only.

Story Subscription News, Writing News, Read All The Things!

By now, those of you who are already signed up for my Story Subscription will have received the twelfth, and final chapter in A Marriage of Land and Sea. From the bottom of my heart: thank you. Being able to check this particular story off my to-write list is rewarding for so many reasons. Roern and Charlie have been with me, in one form or another, for over ten years. While the troubles they’re facing aren’t completely over (there are two more books to come), the story of their arranged marriage is, and I couldn’t be happier. I hope you enjoyed the book.

A Marriage of Land and Sea was part of a plan for 2015 that more or less failed. While getting that book written was a success, everything else about my writing plans for the year was not. Of course, it would have helped if I had planned realistically, but that’s neither here nor there. The plan going in was to get aMoLaS and its following books all written by the end of July. Maybe not all written and ready to been by the world, but at least the rough drafts finished. I thought this was reasonable, a reasonable outgrowth of upping my word count every year since 2011, and of participating in NaNoWriMo for the previous two years (‘winning’ the one, and coming close the year previous by stopping at 45k). Let’s never mind that participating in NaNo taught me that I hate writing at that particular pace (though it’s the schedule more than the pace) and never mind that this meant I’d decided I would write 150k in seven months while working full time at one job and part time at a second. And, too, never mind the nonfiction writing – neither the blog posts I write, nor the 20k that I got done on the Sacred Marriage book. Never mind that that sort of writing pace was going to me miserable and thus unlikely to stick to it. I was going to get it done, using A Marriage of Land and Sea as a buffer for the Story Subscription. I was going to get all the writing done and it was going to be spectacular and wonderful and prolific and perfect.

Yeah, see . . . No.

I went into November deciding at the last minute to participate in NaNoWriMo, and I managed 20k on the new book, and realized in the second week that I’d allowed NaNo fever (get the words out, write the words, do it now!!) to distract me from everything I’ve learned about my writing practice, how to make discipline work for me, etc. I’ve had to unruin the story from where I brought it, and it’s taking me a bit longer than I’d like. I’d planned to use NaNo to get the new project (The Midnight Circle – about an insomniac and not entirely human knitting circle, originally going to be a collection of novella-length stories) started, at least . But suddenly I was writing a book, instead of stories, and the pacing was all off, and it was rushed and also not fast enough and just wrong.

I have other things started, and even though the wanting to finish the stories for themselves should be enough motivation for me to stick to them until they are done, what I’m learning is that, having an audience, a real audience and not a hypothetical audience, makes all the difference in my staying on track. Charlie was with me for thirteen years, but it took knowing you were reaing along to get her to the end of that book. So maybe I’d drag McCredie out before you, or maybe I’d revisit Brittany and Thistle –

Except those are both book length books, and I’m jonesing for something a tad shorter. Possibly a bit sweeter. Certainly not so dire. And, I’ve been owing Loki a story for a while . . .

I still don’t have a name for it, but January’s story installment will kick off a brand new story, and while Loki’s proving reluctant to be a main character, Loki will be involved – and so will Loki’s children. I can’t promise you a length – I’m still toying with having two POVs, which will necessitate a longer story than just a short short story. If I had to go on feel (what do you call that, the feeling of the substance and complexity of a story that tells the writer, this may be 5k, it might be 10k, there’s no way it’ll be as little as 30k? Is there a word for that? Am I watching too many old Vlogbrother videos, that I’m looking for words for things?), I’d say this might be as long as Igraine’s Flight, but possibly shorter, and not much longer. So, novella, not novel, not short story. I’ll be posting a sneak peek in the coming days. If you’re curious about my writing, there are places you can got to read some of my stories for free. If you’re interested is subscribing, there’s more information about what that entails here, but for a quick run down:

The subscription is $10 a month. This gets you four thousand words (roughly eight pages of new, previously unpublished material) in .mobi or .epub, direct in your in-box once a month. I accept both Patreon pledges or payment via Paypal.com.  (I need to get a button back up on my page. My paypal is bluedolfyn at yahoo dot com) Right now I’m mailing the material out on the 15th, so if the payment hits my paypal before or on the 15th, you will get an installment.

I am incredibly grateful to my subscribers in 2015 for supporting the release of a Marriage of Land and Sea – I don’t know that I’d be happy with getting chapters of books fed to me one at a time for twelve whole months. (I lie. I totally would be. Chapters are noms!) I won’t say never again, but I will say that I’m tired of writing books, bring on the shorter stories! So, if you’re curious and you want to give it a go, now might be the time!

In other news, I’ve got another story collection in the works for release in the coming year. Most of the material will be republications of fiction I’ve already had published, but I won’t say that new original fic won’t find its way into the collection, too. This is one of two that I’m looking at releasing, (re-releasing?) mostly to get my work all together in one place, for my own satisfaction and convenience. More about that as progress is made.

Plans for 2016? Keep writing! I’m staying away from big goals, keeping my mind on what I know works for me, and am just going to enjoy the process.

 

The Hundred Thousand Kingdom; or: A Week for Perfect Stories

First, the delightful series that is C.E. Murphy’s The Negotiator, replete with all my favorite themes, and now this.

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I’ve heard praise for this book coming from a lot of different sort of readers. It was recommended enough times that I’ve even gotten the book out from the library two or three times (there’s always a wait for this one) but I never managed to get around to reading it. It promised to have gods as characters, gods interacting with humans, and while that is one of my favorite things, they were not my gods, and it was not my world, and that made it a tad less appealing, and because it’s more high fantasy, I feared it would be gods among mortals the way it’s sometimes done, where they are remote and just . . . I don’t know. I was afraid to get my hopes up, and so, it never really made it to the top of my list of priorities, even when I had a copy in my home.

Silly. So silly. Because, this book, you guys. THIS BOOK.

Is it perfect? Well, it’s not over, exactly — there’s more in the series, so I suppose there’s room for it to fall apart (I hope it won’t; I doubt it will) and the perfection of the whole series is yet to be seen by me, but this first book on its own? Yeah, it hit all the right places. (There are books on my Perfect Book list that are parts of series whose sequels do not make it onto the list. Darkborn is one such book).

Once, there was a war between the gods. Once, there was a murder, and an enslavement, and now one of the remaining Three is a chained weapon of people who have chosen the other remaining one of the Three over all the other gods that exist — and these people are twisted, cruel, selfish, self-serving.

It’s a curious sort of monotheism that exists when the other gods live in your palace, caged in flesh and mortality and interacting with you.

It’s always refreshing to read what is in essence polytheism done well. In secondary world fantasy, polytheist universes often read as polytheism as seen through a monotheistic mindset — an imagining of what something might be like, although the storyteller cannot possibly believe it could be true. I don’t think this is done intentionally; it simple rarely reads as complete or whole or believable or something — there is always some thing missing that I can’t quite name but leaves an ‘off’ taste in my mouth.

I’m planning a trip for the used bookstore today, and I was planning on getting the Kingkiller books (have read the first, want to reread it, do not want to carry around the hardcover that the library has) if they had them, but I have to admit: if the bookstore has the other books in this series, it’s going to win.