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A Spoonful of Magic by Irene Radford
A Spoonful of Magic
Book 1 of Suburban Sorceress
Irene Radford

A witch needs a wand, be it a fountain pen, a wooden spoon, or a chess piece.

Newly divorced baker Daphne Deschants juggles a small business and three active teens. A sudden burst of puberty means this non-witch must teach a crash course in basic wizardry as well. Their philandering father needs to put aside his philandering ways and come home. Now.

Then she finds a pentagram inlaid in the floor of her attic and members of the true magical community, rather than the wannabes that fill the town, start arriving on her doorstep.

Daffy must now embrace her long suppressed powers to discern who is an ally and who represents evil.

The Sheriff for the International Guild of Master Wizards, Gabriel (G) Deschants’ work requires that he travel the world, stopping rogue magicians. He regrets not helping raise his three children. But his criminally insane first wife, D’Acorre, has escaped from Guild Prison and gone rogue.

To restore her magic, she needs the blood of her last remaining relative—her son, Gabriel’s firstborn, the boy Daffy has raised as her own.

G can best protect his family by staying away, but he can’t stay away if he is to recapture his murderous ex-wife.
Daffy and G must reconcile their differences and join with the children to save themselves and defeat the evil woman who threatens everyone they know and love.

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“Happy Anniversary, Daffy. And thanks for the last thirteen years, the most wonderful years of my life.” G raised his champagne flute and waited for me to click mine against his.

And waited.

Oh, tell another whopper, you lying S.O.B.

Somehow, I cracked something resembling a smile.

“Gabriel Sebastian Deschants, what is my name?” I knew he hated his full name. He’d been G for so long he probably didn’t remember how he signed our marriage license application. I’d never seen his birth certificate.

He grimaced and I almost rejoiced in causing him a small bit of pain. He deserved it.

Still, we’d been married for an unlucky thirteen years, together nine months before that. That should count for something.

But it didn’t. Not to him anyway.

“Daffy, what is this about?” He set his flute down carefully and speared me with his fabulous royal blue eyes. He knew what he was doing. Used car salesmen melted under that gaze. Bank loan managers lowered interest rates by three points under the scrutiny of that gaze.

Not me. Not any longer anyway. I fell victim to him the first day we met. After that, I’m not sure if any decision I made was mine or his, channeled through my mouth.

“You haven’t used my real name in so long, I just need to know that you remembered.”

“Daphne Rose Wallace,” he ground out each word as if dragging them from the back of his memory, a place he didn’t go very often.

“Daphne Rose Wallace Deschants now.” I lifted my own gaze to him. “Remember the Deschants part?”

“Of course I remember. This is our wedding anniversary. What’s got into you, Daffy?”

Our waiter came over with the bill for our very expensive dinner enclosed in a discreet black folder. He must have sensed the end of our sojourn. “Was the meal prepared satisfactorily, Madame?” he asked hesitantly, staring at the slices of rare prime rib still on my plate, along with half the garlic mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. And the still full flute of champagne.

“The food was just right.” I smiled at the troubled waiter, genuinely.

“Daffy?” G slapped his credit card into the black folder and handed it to the waiter.

“Eugene, Oregon may look like a thriving metropolis built around a major University and agricultural crossroads, but it is still very much a small town in attitude,” I said hesitantly. As much as I had practiced my speech I still hesitated to say what I needed to say.

Maybe I should just keep quiet.

But I’d never be able to live with myself, live with him, if I didn’t get it out there.

“Everyone knows everyone else and they gossip. A lot.”

Was that the beginning of a blanch on his face? I wanted to make him squirm and he’d given me the ammunition.

“Last week when you were supposed to be in Florida on business, Belle tripped over her own shadow and broke her wrist. She got a black eye to go with the blue and green cast. You didn’t answer your cell. You weren’t registered in the hotel where you said you’d be. And the emergency number of your employer is disconnected.”

He had the grace to look away.

“However, I received an email from one of your email accounts with pictures attached.”

His blanch took on a green tinge.

I held up my phone with the most incriminating photo showing. A naked G with an equally unclothed blonde sprawled upon a mattress. The white sheets and pillow cases looked like an anonymous motel or a dorm room. I couldn’t see enough of the woman’s face to tell if she was jailbait young or old enough to know better. G didn’t have his wedding ring on in the photo.

“Daffy, whatever you have heard…”

“What I see.” I grabbed the phone and flipped to the next photo and the three after that. The time stamp on the pictures, from a high quality digital camera, not a cheap cell phone, showed 02:07 AM. Dated three nights before.

The next morning I’d received a phone call from Flora Chambers, a neighbor who had moved three blocks away to a newer and better house, and fellow officer of the PTA, wondering why G was in old downtown instead of Florida as I’d told her at the last PTA meeting.

“Where? How?” G’s throat worked like his fine dinner was about to come up. “You have to know that photos can be altered. Not everything is at it seems. You know this town…”

“What about this one? It’s a close up. No distortions from window screens or sheer drapes or glass or anything. She’s draped all over you like a tick on a dog’s ear!”

He waved the phone away and tried to fix me with that compelling gaze again.

Had he used it on more young women? I focused on the bridge of his nose rather than let his eyes persuade me away from my course of action.

“You didn’t deny it, G. You just tried to dismiss the evidence.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No.” I pushed back my chair and stood. Suddenly I was more disappointed than angry. Deep inside me I’d truly hoped he had a logical explanation for his actions. Something weird and unbelievable. In this town not much was too weird and unbelievable to discount. I’d grasp anything he offered at this point.

“This is not what it seems, Daffy.” He gulped. “Parlor trick magic is… This town embraces the weird. Mundane cameras can’t capture magical illusion.”

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Writers Block

Jul. 1st, 2025 06:08 am
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Posted by Rachel

A good post about this at Patricia Wrede’s blog.

I like this post because

(a) Patricia Wrede immediately separates out clinical depression as something else before moving on, which I do think is crucial; and

(b) To my surprise, she also comes up with some new things I haven’t read before / thought of.

In this post, Patricia Wrede distinguishes between burnout, extreme disinclination to work on something — I think surely these two intergrade into each other, but she lists them as #1 and #4, so she considers them separate. I would also say that extreme disinclination and depression might intergrade and I would be very suspicious if more than a couple of days passed and an author (meaning me) could not force herself to make noticeable progress on a project.

I say that because I am familiar with extreme disinclination, I hate it, it happens, I agree it’s not the same thing as depression or just getting stuck, and here is where setting a minimum wordcount per day or a minimum time spent writing per day might be most helpful, imo.

She also mentions more craft-related types of problems: writing block and project block. The former basically means having a hard time picking up a new project, and the latter basically indicates that the author is stuck in the middle of a specific project.

[Maybe you should figure out everyone’s secret plans before you’re 100,000 words into the story? -ed]

Decent suggestions at the linked post, with no indication that this is a list of Magic Tips That Will Work or anything like that.

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Daily Happiness

Jun. 30th, 2025 09:17 pm
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1. Our back screen door has two out of three broken hinges and the only thing holding it together at the top is the bar that makes it close on its own (idk what that's called), so whenever we open or close it, it takes more work than usual to get it to actually shut, since it's a little askew. I actually bought some hinges, thinking to try and fix it myself, but after I bought them I realized that the part of the hinge that attaches to the screen is welded on there, not just held with screws. So we ended up calling the people we got the door from (it's been over ten years since we installed all the pet screens!) and they came out today to take a look. Apparently these doors have a hinge plate that attaches with all the hinges on it, so they will order a new one of those. The door itself is totally fine, so I'm glad we can get just a replacement part rather than a whole new screen door. Unfortunately it will take a couple weeks to get the part in, but it's still usable as-is, at least, and can't get any worse since the bar on the top is quite sturdy.

2. This may be my favorite picture of Tuxie ever. How is that comfortable!? Only a cat would think so.

Bookshelf Briefs 6/30/25

Jul. 1st, 2025 01:49 am
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Choking on Love, Vol. 2 | By Keiko Iwashita| Seven Seas – The title continues to be very apt for this shoujo series, as Hibari has fallen for Gaku hard, but is unaware of her own feelings and very uncomfortable with the idea that she could love a free-spirited bad boy like him. He, on the other hand, is 100% fine with loving a girl like her, even to the point of injuring himself because he really wants to see her as soon as possible. That said, I do wish there was a bit more of her college design stuff and a bit less boy band. I sense the third volume won’t help there, as our heroes have met their competition, and not only does it crush them but one of them may know Hibari better than Gaku does. Good solid shoujo. – Sean Gaffney

Colette Decides to Die, Vol. 3 | By Alto Yukimura| Viz Media – I’m continuing to love this old-school shoujo series which screams Tokyopop circa 2008. In this omnibus, which is Vols. 5-6 of the original, we meet new gods (drunken layabout Dionysus and airheaded Demeter); Colette’s old mentor comes to help and has to fend off the fact that he is Available ™; and Those Two Apothecaries continue to exist, with Pola getting a spotlight chapter that tries (and fails, mostly) to have her be anything other than black-haired Colette, Jr. But it’s Colette and Hades that are the reason to read this, especially Colette, who will be the perfect partner for Hades if they can get over the human/god thing and she can stop working so hard she runs her body ragged… literally. Everyone needs to read this. – Sean Gaffney

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End, Vol. 13 | By Kanehito Yamada and Tsukasa Abe | Viz Media – The joy and tragedy of Frieren is that she has realized how she and Himmel are on the same wavelength, and perfect for each other, only now that Himmel is dead. As such, it’s great to see that, even in the past with a Himmel who you would think would be less experienced than his companion, they still work perfectly together. We then get to start up the NEXT arc, which looks like a “prevent an assassination” plotline, but more importantly, gives us more of everyone’s favorite crack pairing, Ubel and Land. He can’t stand her, she’s fascinated by him, and their chemistry is off the charts. Best of all, they’re totally different from Fern and Stark. Let’s now hope they can survive till the end of this arc. Always recommended. – Sean Gaffney

Magus of the Library, Vol. 8 | By Mitsu Izumi | Kodansha Comics – The fact that this series only comes out once a year can be a real problem, as I just cannot keep up with its monstrous cast. Things are not helped by the fact that this book is mostly an action manga, as a huge spirit monster invades the city… and sits there, a distraction while someone tries to steal the book Theo has been taking care of, and a quirky masked guy is wandering around the city insisting the entire world belongs to him. Always a dangerous thing to say in a shonen manga, and his cynical take on caring for the old people in the world (his take: don’t, let them die) is contrasted by Theo’s sunny optimism. All this plus a hypnotic possession of one of the cuter members of the cast, which doesn’t sound good. I hope I remember who she is by next year. – Sean Gaffney

My Hero Academia, Vol. 41 | By Kohei Horikoshi | Viz Media – When we were getting the chapters week by week on the Jump app, the chapters in this volume, or at least the first half, really made a lot of fans furious. We suspected it might happen—it’s kind of thematically appropriate—but everything in this volume points to Izuku losing One for All at the end of this fight and being quirkless again. Now, I admit that is kind of a bummer, but as we see in the last half of this book, at least he’s not alone, and has friends and allies who are there to save him. Well, those friends and allies who aren’t in a coma and near death. If you had forgotten who Sato and Sero were, as most of us had, here’s the chance to see them have one last cool thing. Next time is the finale. – Sean Gaffney

The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, REALLY Love You, Vol. 14 | By Rikito Nakamura and Yukiko Nozawa | Ghost Ship – There’s a new girlfriend in this volume, who has a great “gimmick” (violins/violence), but it’s also great to see how quickly everyone accepts her love of blood and gore and welcomes her into the group, to the point where she gets to be part of a group of four battling some jerks at a gaming/toy store. I also loved the chapter where Naddy is accused of talking in incoherent Americanisms, where it turns out that not only do Rentaro and his girlfriends understand her perfectly, but when she talks in normal Japanese, the class does WORSE. All this and lines like “take me on an oral rodeo” are why 100GF works as both a heartwarming, progressive polycule and a funny ecchi manga. – Sean Gaffney

Skip Beat!, Vol. 50 | By Yoshiki Nakamura | VIZ Media – I have been an ardent fan of Skip Beat! since 2008, so it pains me to say that this volume was boring. I assign most of the blame to the fact that we have caught up with Japan, so new releases are infrequent. In this one, Kanae travels to America to appear in a film with Cedric D. Bennett, big star whom I had entirely forgotten about, with Kyoko along as her personal assistant. We encounter Cedric’s famous grandfather, whom I had entirely forgotten about. There are possible sightings of Ren’s parents, but I’ve almost entirely forgotten about them, too. And even some of the other Japanese actors that we see more often are pretty much indistinguishable to me. It’s a bummer. However, I’m hopeful this setting might spur some revelations for Kyoko about Corn’s true identity and Ren’s past in general. We shall see. – Michelle Smith

Alien Clay by Adrian Tchaikovsky

Jun. 30th, 2025 09:58 pm
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The Earth is ruled by the authoritarian Mandate, which like all such governments is constantly alert for threats to its stability. This extends to its scientific research: although the Mandate has explored space and discovered a number of exoplanets (a few of which have some form of life), it still insists that scientific discoveries must support the philosophy of the Mandate, which holds that human beings are the pinnacle of creation and that other life forms must all be in the process of striving to achieve that same state of being.

Ecologist and xeno-ecologist Arton Daghdev chafes against both these mental manacles and the Mandate in general. Some time before the story opens, he becomes part of a cell of would-be revolutionaries. After discovery of his improper views and rebellious actions, he is sentenced to what is meant to be a short life assisting research on the planet Imno 27g, casually known as Kiln for the strange clusters of pottery buildings scattered over its surface.

Life as a prisoner on Kiln within the research enclave is brutal in all the ways any such prison can be, when the prisoners are nothing but human-shaped machinery to accomplish the goals of their jailers. The Mandate's leadership has absolute control over who among their prisoners lives or dies, and if anyone should harbor the intent to escape, the environment outside the base is all too lively. The death rate among the workers is appalling, but new shipments of convicted crooks and malcontents arrive all the time, so it hardly matters.

None of the weird aliens seem to be builders of the sort needed to create the clusters of mysterious structures or indeed intelligent in any way beyond, perhaps, the level of social insects on Earth. Yet somehow the small, dysfunctional cadre of scientists on Kiln must serve up the desired tidbits of discovery to keep their commandant happy with them: evidence that there once were intelligent humanoids on Kiln.

Cut for more, including some spoilers )

I am an emotional person, and I want to like at least some of the characters about whom I'm reading. Daghdev is prickly, snarky, and fatalistic — but then, he has cause. He's also an unreliable narrator who only reveals to the reader what he wants, when he wants. The situation is really excruciating: people with a deep dislike of body horror might want to avoid this book. And there is not, in fact, a happy ending (at least not IMO).

On the other hand, this is very well written. For me, it moved along at a fantastic clip, and when I went back to check some particulars for this write-up, I found myself reading far more than I had intended because the story caught me up again. Some of the scientific ideas reminded me of other works (Sue Burke's Semiosis surfaced in my thoughts a couple of time), and sometimes I was reminded of something more elusive, a source that I can't recall. Does anyone else who has already read this have thoughts on the book's likely ancestors?

From my viewpoint, this was one of the most "science fictional" of this year's finalists. I think it might be my first choice in the vote.

The day in review

Jun. 30th, 2025 07:41 pm
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What went before: Monday. Sunny and already hot.

Breakfast was oatmeal and walnuts. Lunch will probably be a salad, because -- easy and cool.

I remembered something I wanted to add to the scene I wrote yesterday, and wound up writing a quick 300 words. Much better now. "Cory Robersun," indeed. Oh! And now I know why that's going to be important -- makes note. Yeah.  That's good.

So! getting ready to go out to see the chiropractor, then back to do chores, eat lunch, and then out again to meet friends for a catch-up.

What's everybody else doing today?

#

Where are my mariner/weather radio experts?

I have here in my hand a CCrane Skywave AM/FM/WX/SW/Air radio. I want to listen to the weather radio, in particular the polling of the lighthouses off the Maine coast and the report from Mt. Washington.

I know that the weather bands range from 162.3625 to 162.5875 MHz. My little radio has seven possible channels under the WX setting: 1 (162.400 MHz); 2 (162.425 MHz); 3 (162.450 MHz); 4 (162.475 MHz); 5 (162.500 MHz); 6 (162.525 MHz); and 7 (162.550 MHz). One of these has in the past been the correct channel, but all I'm getting on any of them is static.

My assumption is that I'm doing something wrong, but such is the scope of my ignorance, that I don't know what it is.

Could someone please educate me? I'd really like to listen to the lighthouses.

Spanish Aunts.

#

So took a couple bags of fiction books including a number by some scifi writers named Sharon Lee and Steve Miller to the library for the book sale. No sense them cluttering up the basement until it's time to clear the house and they end up in the dumpster, after all.

Met my friends, and had a lovely catch-up.

Came home to find that Maximus Medicare has decided Martin's Point made no error in deciding well after the fact that the treatment they told me was covered, wasn't, and I am liable for the entire bill. No one seems to care that this does not particularly make me willing to trust Martin's Point ever again, and I suppose they have a point. If I need a medical intervention, I'm probably going to have it done and worry about being bankrupted by medical bills later.

Coon Cat Happy Hour has been served and devoured. Trooper is sitting on my lap. Tali is lounging on the edge of the desk. I have poured a glass of wine.

Tomorrow, I'll go to the grocery early, I think, then come back for a solid several hours of writing before it's time to go to the needlework meeting.

I think that's it for the day. I'm glad I got in a tiny bit of writing before the day started.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Here are the coon cats, ignoring me and my silly, leafy lunch

 


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By Fuyu Aoki and Bodax. Released in Japan as “Seijo-sama ni Naritai no ni Kougeki Mahou shika Tsukaenain desu kedo!?” by GC Novels. Released in North America by Cross Infinite World. Translated by Kashi Kamitoma.

As I was about three minutes into the book, I joked that it should be called “Bocchi the Mage!”. Little did I know. There is a scene, with art to match, where Yuffie, the heroine of this novel, wears a party outfit to what turns out to be a standard noble’s ballroom party. It consists of big sunglasses, one a heart and one a star, and a T-Shirt saying Let’s Party. When you combine this with her hideous social anxiety and desire to abase herself, it’s really hard NOT to think of Bocchi. Or Monica, because she also gets invited to the student council, which feels very much like the one from Silent Witch. Unlike Monica, she’s only here to go to school and make a friend or two, if that’s possible for someone like her. Unfortunately for her, she lives in a world where magic is gender-binaried… and she’s just broken that binary.

Yuffie is a girl who lives in the middle of nowhere with her family, who aren’t abusive per se, but seem to be of the “why can’t you be like the normal children?” sort. She’s got crippling social anxiety, and her attempts to make friends have been laughably bad. When they team up for school activities, she’s always with the teacher. But she has a secret. When she was seven, she saw a saint using magic, and realized that’s what she wanted to be when she grew up. So she practiced magic. Every day. For seven years. By teaching herself. She manages to learn some healing magic… slow healing magic, but it’s there… and shows her parents, who say she should go to the magic academy! She’s delighted. Or horrified. One of those. See, she has a secret. She has immensely powerful attack spells like fireballs and lightning blasts. But… only men can use that sort of magic. It’s in their religion. Not good.

If seeing girls having a panic attack and debasing themselves constantly is not your thing… well, don’t skip the book, but you’ll need patience. Yuffie does get better by the end of the book, but it’s a long, painful road. She accidentally makes friends with most of the current student council. She’s trying to hide her attack magic, so the rest of the students and her teachers hate her. Oh yes, and it turns out that the demons are trying to attack humanity, starting with this school, and the only thing powerful enough to wipe them out is Yuffie. She self-taught herself magic so well she’s the most powerful attack magician in the country, and that means that it’s not – for once – just her paranoid fantasies,. she really COULD be imprisoned and experimented on. Fortunately, this school seems to mostly have good, if eccentric nobles. One seems to be a predatory lesbian, but it’s more of an “I’m taking her home with me!” cute fetish than anything sordid. Heck, even the bullying ojou-sama is almost immediately tamed by Yuffie’s apologies and delicious burdock roots.

This is not a must-read, but if you can get past Yuffie’s complete mess of a self-image, it’s a decent power fantasy, though it’s not so much a trans allegory as just another “what if I were OP as hell?” fantasy.

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SEAN: Lotsa good stuff in a busy week, but I mist admit I Wanna Be Your Girl leapt out at me as an obvious pick, despite the award winning Who Killed the Hero? and the license rescued The Twelve Kingdoms glaring at me from offstage.

MICHELLE: I am definitely interested in I Wanna Be Your Girl, but the one on this list that made me gasp and rush to pre-order it was volume two of Fushigi Yûgi: Byakko Senki. That seems like pretty strong evidence for making it my pick of the week.

KATE: I’m putting The Colour Out of Space at the top of my to-buy list; I could use a good spooky manga right now.

MJ: Seeing I Wanna Be Your Girl on the list has made me interested in a new manga more than I have been in years (I already pre-ordered!) so let’s hope it’s part of a trend!

ANNA: I’m extremely excited for Fushigi Yûgi: Byakko Senki, I didn’t even realize it was about to come out!

Once & Well

Jun. 30th, 2025 07:55 pm
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Their unlikely attachment would establish a dynasty.
He’s a reaver boy, raised by the fox whose captivity is a family secret. She’s a reaver girl whose line is both favored by and feared by dragonkind. The ward rising through the ranks meets the battler with a healer’s touch. They have little in common, or so they thought. Because trust can be shared, and friendship can belong to two. [An Amaranthine Saga prequel that offers glimpses of Michael and Sansa during their Ingress Academy days.]

Audio Exclusive! This short story has been narrated by Travis Baldree, and I’ve set up a drop over on Patreon, where you’ll find a countdown to its debut on Wednesday, July 9 at 8:00 a.m. (Pacific). You’ll be able to purchase Once & Well in my shop.

© copyright by forthright, 2025
narrated by Travis Baldree
10k words | 1 hour, 5 minutes

Books read in 2025

Jun. 30th, 2025 01:43 pm
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37  Copper Script, K.J. Charles (e)
36  The Masqueraders, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Eleanor Yates (re-re-re-&c-read; 1st time audio)
35  Everyone Here Spoke Sign Language: Hereditary Deafness on Martha's Vineyard, Nora Ellen Groce (e)
34  Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, Winifred Watson, narrated by Frances McDormand (re-re-re-&c-read; 1st time audio)
33  The Wings upon Her Back, Samantha Mills (e)
32  Death on the Green (Dublin Driver #2), Catie Murphy (e)
31  The Elusive Earl (Bad Heir Days #3), Grace Burrowes (e)
30  The Mysterious Marquess (Bad Heir Days #2), Grace Burrowes (e)
29  Who Will Remember (Sebastian St. Cyr #20), C.S. Harris (e)
28  The Teller of Small Fortunes, Julie Leong (e)
27  Check and Mate, Ali Hazelwood (e)
26  The Dangerous Duke (Bad Heir Days #1), Grace Burrowes (e)
25  Night's Master (Flat Earth #1) (re-read), Tanith Lee (e)
24  The Honey Pot Plot (Rocky Start #3), Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer (e)
23  Very Nice Funerals (Rocky Start #2), Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer (e)
22  The Orb of Cairado, Katherine Addison (e)
21  The Tomb of Dragons, (The Cemeteries of Amalo Trilogy, Book 3), Katherine Addison (e)
20  A Gentleman of Sinister Schemes (Lord Julian #8), Grace Burrowes (e)
19  The Thirteen Clocks (re-re-re-&c read), James Thurber (e)
18  A Gentleman Under the Mistletoe (Lord Julian #7), Grace Burrowes (e)
17  All Conditions Red (Murderbot Diaries #1) (re-re-re-&c read) (audio 1st time)
16  Destiny's Way (Doomed Earth #2), Jack Campbell (e)
15  The Sign of the Dragon, Mary Soon Lee
14  A Gentleman of Unreliable Honor (Lord Julian #6), Grace Burrowes (e)
13  Market Forces in Gretna Green (#7 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
12  Shakespeare: The Man Who Pays the Rent, Judi Dench with Brendan O'Hea (e)
11  Code Yellow in Gretna Green (#6 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
10  Seeing Red in Gretna Green (#5 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
9    House Party in Gretna Green (#4 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)*
8    Ties that Bond in Gretna Green (#3 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
7    Painting the Blues in Gretna Green (#2 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
6    Midlife in Gretna Green (#1 Midlife Recorder), Linzi Day (e)
5    The Goblin Emperor, Katherine Addison (Author), Kyle McCarley (Narrator) re-re-re&c-read (audio)
4    The House in the Cerulean Sea,  TJ Klune (e)
3    A Gentleman in Search of a Wife (Lord Julian #5) Grace Burrowes (e)
2    A Gentleman in Pursuit of the Truth (Lord Julian #4) Grace Burrowes (e)
1    A Gentleman in Challenging Circumstances (Lord Julian #3) Grace Burrowes (e)

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*Note: The list has been corrected. I did not realize that the Gretna Green novella was part of the main path, rather than a pleasant discursion, and my numbering was off. All fixed now.


The Inheritance: Chapter 10 Part 2

Jun. 30th, 2025 02:57 pm
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Many thanks to Mod R for reading the first draft of this and suggesting changes that made it better.

Also, please stop obsessing over the timeline. There is no distortion of time in the breaches. Ada is fighting and resting sporadically, which means that sometimes she travels for 6 hours and sometimes for ten before she has to take a break. She has no idea how much time has passed. 

Elias sat alone in his makeshift office inside Elmwood Library. Outside the windows, the street was pitch black except for the floodlights bathing the area around the gate in bright electric lights. His phone told him it was just past ten. He hadn’t slept well last night, woke up at 5:00, and then spent the entire day catching up on all the admin crap that had piled up in the past two weeks. There was a chance that Elmwood gate would be his last. Some people would’ve shied away from that thought. He was a realist who liked to be prepared. If he didn’t come out of the breach, the Guild would pass to Stephanie Nguyen. As Chief Operations Manager, she was the third in line after him and Leo. The transition would be as smooth as he could humanely make it.

He was tired. He should’ve gone to bed as soon as he finished, but he couldn’t sleep.

Jackson was due to land after 2:00 am, if everything went well. It would take him awhile to clear the customs and get his baggage, so he would be on site by 4:00. Leo hadn’t come to bother him with any updates. It probably meant that things were going as expected. Elias thought of finding him to check in but decided against it. The kid was running himself ragged as it was. If another calamity fell on their head, Leo would appear and report to him about it.

Elias sipped the last of his cold coffee. The picture on the tablet in front of him was twenty years old. It was taken at the Chicago Dwarf Conifer Garden, on Thanksgiving holiday. Brenda wore her favorite blue coat. She crouched on the stone steps, a wall of picturesque pines behind her, her arms wrapped around six-year-old Ryan. Ryan’s face was scrunched up like he’d bitten a lemon. His son had waged a private war against having his picture taken since birth, and the kid had won most of his battles. Brenda was smiling, her soft brown hair spilling from under her white hat.

He didn’t know why he fixated on this particular photo. There were other pictures, some at the beach, some during other holidays, a few pictures from the army balls, he and Brenda dressed up and posing. But he always defaulted to this one.

Back then he had just come back to the States, with his second deployment under his belt, and he was done with the Middle East for a while. He’d also made captain on his first try, and a company command assignment had been in the works. He had no idea where exactly it would be, but he knew it would be stateside. They would ship him off again eventually – he had no doubt of it – but for now he’d earned a couple of years of being home in the evenings, if not every night, then most nights. It was that feeling of knowing that wherever they sent him, Brenda and the boy would be there too. That they’d be a family again.

Brenda had finished her Ph.D. in Pharmaceutical Sciences. She’d postponed the job search until they knew where they were going, but her degree was in demand, and she hadn’t anticipated a problem. She’d stayed in Chicago, close to her parents, through his deployments. They wanted time with Ryan, and she needed support while working on her degree. He thought she would be reluctant to leave Chicago, but when he brought it up, she hugged him with that glowing smile and told him she couldn’t wait to escape. He could still recall the relief he felt.

That picture was a moment in time when they had everything in front of them. Years of hard work and sacrifice were starting to pay off. The future looked bright.

Happier times. If he could go back to any point in his life, this would be the one.

Ten years later she was dying. The cancer was aggressive and resisted treatment. They thought they had decades left. They had months.

He took emergency leave and when that ran out, he asked to extend it. It was denied. The command wanted to move him up from XO to his own battalion. He was in line for promotion to a lieutenant colonel. His CO called him in and told him that he had to think about the future. As tragic as things were, in six months he would be a widower, but he would still have a son and the rest of his life. He had a solid track record. He could go very far if he made the right choices. Once the funeral is over and your kid graduates and goes to college, what will you do with yourself? Make a smart decision.

Elias had resigned his commission the next day.

Two months later, he was in the hospital room, exhausted and bleary-eyed, watching Brenda breathe. They’d cut her open again, trying to remove the tumors. He remembered sixteen-year-old Ryan resting his hand on his shoulder. “Dad, go home. Take a shower, sleep, maybe eat food. You stink, and you look like crap. I’ll stay with mom. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

He went home and crashed. When he woke up the next afternoon, the gates had burst, monsters overran the city, and the two people he loved most in the world were dead. Before the gates, he was a husband and a father. He had a wife. He had a son. Ten days later, all that was left were two urns of ash.  

It hurt still. Time didn’t make it better. Killing shit didn’t make it better. He had only two options: to think about it and hurt or to not think about it and carry on.

And here was Malcolm, who had everything he’d lost. A wife, two children, family…

And a mistress.

And a huge gambling addiction.

And a debt he could never repay.

It made Elias irrationally angry.  

He was pissed off at Malcolm for not valuing everything he had while Elias was sitting here wishing he could rewind time. He was pissed off at himself for missing Malcolm’s addiction, putting him in charge of a team, and getting them all killed. He was pissed off at whoever made the breaches. He was just fucking pissed off.

He saw Leo manifest in the doorway. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that his XO could teleport.

“There was a typhoon heading for Hong Kong…” Leo started.

Elias’ fist landed on the desk. It cracked and shattered into a thousand pieces. His tablet and phone clattered to the floor.

Jackson stuck his head out, leaning from behind the doorway with a small smile. “I heard you’re getting the old band back together. Is this a bad time? I can come back.”

Elias swore.

“He put me up to it,” Leo said.

“I did.” Jackson nodded.

Elias just stared at them.

Jackson raised two mugs in his hands. “I brought you some of that swill you call coffee around here. Why don’t you come out of this tiny room and have a drink with me?”

“I’ll get the desk replaced,” Leo said.

Elias sighed and fished his phone and tablet from the wreckage.

They moved into the lounge outside of the office on the second floor, overlooking the library floor below.

Elias gulped his coffee. It did taste like swill, but at least it wasn’t cold. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Called in a favor,” Jackson said. “I didn’t have a choice about the departing flight. They escorted me all the way to my seat. Got off the plane in Hong Kong, got onto another plane instead of cooling my heels for eleven hours, and here I am.”

The healer sipped his coffee and grimaced. “Foul.”

“It’s hot.”

“Well, there is that,” Jackson agreed.

He was a lean man, not just thin, but slight, short, and pale, with thoughtful eyes and light brown hair cropped close to his head. Easy to overlook. Easy to dismiss.

“A fine mess we landed into,” Jackson said.

“Yes.”

“Leo tells me that the DDC will be releasing the update tomorrow.”

“That’s right,” Elias said.

They were out of time. The DDC could only sit on the fatal event for so long, and Leo’s contact warned him that things had changed, and she couldn’t keep it quiet any longer. A press release would be coming tomorrow. As soon as it hit, Cold Chaos would become the focal point of the country.

It looked bad. An assault team and a mining crew were dead, a week had passed since the fatal event, and both DDC and Cold Chaos had done nothing about it. The media would be all over it. The politicians would hijack it for their own purposes. The rival guilds would accuse Cold Chaos of cowardice and the dereliction of duty. The public pressure would be immense.

He’d seen this scenario play out before. The law gave the DDC authority to reassign the ownership of the breach if the original guild was unable to close a gate. Tomorrow the country would demand accountability. The DDC would reassign the gate to get the focus off themselves.

The guilds existed in a cutthroat competition with each other. It didn’t matter how good your track record was; it only mattered how well you closed the latest breach. Cold Chaos couldn’t afford to give up Elmwood. If they let another guild recover the bodies because Cold Chaos was too weak to handle this breach, the DDC would divert the higher difficulty gates to someone else. It would take them years to regain their standing.

Even if that route was possible, Elias didn’t want to take it. They lost people inside that damn breach. This was their mess, their responsibility. They owed it to the families.

“We can’t lose the gate,” Elias said.

“No, we can’t,” Jackson agreed.

“Our people died in there.”

“And we need to bring them home,” the healer finished. “What do you want to do?”

“The DDC press conferences are always scheduled for 10:00 am,” Elias said. “We go in at first light. They can’t reassign the breach if we are in it.”

Jackson laughed softly.

“Do you think you could’ve cured Brenda if she hadn’t died?” Elias asked.

“You asked me that ten years ago, remember?”

He remembered. It was on the day they met. There were eight of them in that original group: Elias, Jackson, Stephanie, Leo, Graham, Simone, Nolan, and Miles. It was the first gate dive for most of them. Leo was barely twenty-two back then, a kid. Stephanie no longer entered the gates; Miles was dead; Nolan took the civil service route and climbed up the ranks in the DDC; Simone became the COO of the Telluric Vanguard; and Graham ran the Guardians. A lot happened in a decade.

Jackson’s eyes were kind and mournful. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told you back then. The past has happened. It cannot be changed. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Elias drank his coffee.  Jackson was watching him with a particular focus.

“Don’t do it,” Elias warned him.

“Do what?”

“Put me into restorative sleep.”

“You look like you need it,” Jackson said.

“What I need is to enter that damn breach. I’ve been sitting on my hands for five days now. What the hell possessed you to go to Japan anyway?”

Jackson smiled. “The trees, Elias. They are good for your soul. Now tell me more about this breach.”

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Update: Probably tomorrow

Jun. 30th, 2025 03:10 pm
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Posted by Rachel

I’m going to try to do the last of the proofreading tweaks to Hedesa today AND make a decent-looking epub file today, and if all goes well, then I’ll schedule that to drop at my Patreon tomorrow morning. If necessary, I’ll finish sorting out the epub file tomorrow and drop it as soon as it’s ready, which still means it’ll probably go live tomorrow, just later in the day.

As a perk of setting the preorder date for August, there’s no huge rush about the paperback or hardcover versions, which means that for the first time I will be making (virtually) all the corrections to just ONE file and then creating the other files, rather than having to make a hundred corrections to three or four different files. I plan to enjoy that, as it’s the only less-tedious part of this particular proofreading task. Special thanks to Linda S and Anna S, who each proofed two drafts and thus suffered through the majority of the typos. As always, I’m stunned to find things such as, oh, it should be “astrologer” but it’s actually “astrology.” Ugh, hideously obvious typo. I’ve done significant tweaking that is much less obvious, but I think is important. But, as I say, I’m about finished with that.

MEANWHILE

I really did work on other things most mornings to reduce the wear and tear of tedious tweaking and proofing, and I will just say that Sekaran keeps getting longer, as I think, “You know, I think I’ll add a chapter right here … and another one right here …”

Something that arises from writing something so episodic is that the scenes are so distinctive and so disjunct in time that I can write them completely out of order without the least difficulty. Since the whole point has been “Save Self From Dying of Boredom,” this means I’ve been kinda writing the most fun bits of different chapters, skipping around, so at this point eight chapters are completely finished and three are partly finished. There should be about fifteen chapters total, unless, I mean, I DO keep adding chapters. It’s at the 150 pp mark at this point. I expect it will most likely turn into Tuyo: Book 11, while the thing that happened in the west will more likely be Tuyo: Book 12 — that just hit the 50 page mark — and that means Tano’s next book, picking up immediately after the ending of Hedesa, will be Tuyo: Book 13.

MEANWHILE

I just got comments back on World of Tiers Not It’s Real Name, and I’m relieved that the first reaction is: Yes, it’s in good shape. Fiddling will of course ensue, but (a) the cover should be started soon, by a very fast cover artist, so soon I will have to truly decide on the title and then I will put this book up for preorder. I will look over editorial comments once more, but I expect I will set it to release at Amazon September 2, with the expectation that I will drop it at my Patreon two to four weeks in advance. This is what I meant when I said the back half of the year would have a lot more action than the first half.

MEANWHILE

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These aren’t honeybees or bumblebees. They all appeared yesterday with a whoosh after the rain stopped and the sun came out. I think they’re miner bees. They’re extremely placid — most bees are, really — and easy to photograph.

There are 20,000 species of bees in the world, give or take a few thousand species, which is why the occasional panic about honeybee colony collapse is the single silliest ecological worry that has ever or will ever be promulgated. Honeybees — you may know this — are invasive, except people like them and support them, so no one calls them an invasive species. But they are, and they have had fairly dire effects on native bee populations on every continent except wherever they originated (different theories, but it wasn’t anywhere in America). Miner bees, however, are fine, relatively speaking. We have hordes of them around. They aren’t as pretty as the metallic blue and gold and green bees, not as cute as the tiny black bees, but I like them. Miner bees are a solitary species. Each female digs her very own little burrow and lays eggs in it with a pollen supply. You almost can’t get them to sting, always a plus for insects. Just don’t actually put your hand down on one and you’re fine.

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Daily Happiness

Jun. 29th, 2025 08:35 pm
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1. Carla grilled today. Hamburgers and corn and tri-tip. The burgers and corn were delicious, and while I didn't have any of the tri-tip tonigh, it smells amazing and I can't wait to have some on sandwiches.

2. I feel like this picture sums up their relationship very well.

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Posted by Sean Gaffney

By Atekichi and Yukiko. Released in Japan as “Heroine? Seijo? Iie, All Works Maid desu (ko)!” by TO Books. Released in North America by Airship. Translated by Matthew Jackson. Adapted by Michelle McGuinness.

This was the best volume in the series to date, mostly as a) it managed to actually get through to its heroine/saint/maid and make her realize that her “aw shucks, this is just normal maid magic” thing is absolute hogwash, and b) it actually started pushing back on her omnipotence and perfection, showing her screwing up several times over the course of the book, and also having another crisis of faith, this one even stronger than the one she had in the second book. Melody loves maids, and loves to be a maid, but at heart this is a heroine reincarnated in a fantasy world book, and nine times out of ten when that happens the main character is a workaholic. Melody does not know what to do with time off. She literally has no outfits other than maid uniforms. And, despite riding her way through an obvious event flag, she remains completely uninterested in romance. She is not here to be a romance heroine, thank you very much.

It’s summer break, and time for Luciana and her entourage of servants to go back to the main estate and tour their lands. Though this journey is thrown off slightly by the arrival of Maxwell, who is here to invite Luciana to the Summer Ball, something that absolutely flummoxes her, and she asks for time to think it over. After this, they head off on the long journey there, and watch Melody literally build a two-story mansion from scratch… and also store it in a snowglobe for later use. You know, just Melody things. Unfortunately, as they’re almost there, an earthquake rocks the land, and her family estate is totally destroyed! Even worse, the three villages that make up what remains of their domain are suffering from a blight AND a poor harvest. Will this finally be a problem even Melody can’t solve?

This has a classic otome game dilemma at its heart, which is that the game’s plotline wants to happen even though Melody has completely broken it. It keeps trying to ruin and kill Luciana, to the point where the poor girl is literally dreaming of the game creators discussing her death, though she has no idea who they are. We meet another love interest here, and he’s a smiling villain if ever there was one, and he also falls hard for Melody (who is uninterested, but less uninterested than she is with everyone else.) Most of all, Melody spends an exhausting night curing all the blight and poor crops… only to have it come back almost immediately. Some dark force wants this family and region destroyed, and I suspect we’ll get more of hat as the series goes on.

So while there is still a lot of ludicrous maid stuff, Melody *and* the series itself are getting more serious. Which is good, as it’s a long-runner, and you can’t get by on oblivious OP maid forever.

Weekly Reading

Jun. 29th, 2025 04:23 pm
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Currently Reading
Sister Outsider
17%. Collection of essays by Audre Lorde. I have never read any of her writing before, so when this came up on a Kindle sale I was browsing, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. I've only just gotten started, but the first essay was about her trip to the Soviet Union in the 70s, which was very interesting.

A Terrible Nasty Business
41%. Sequel to A Most Agreeable Murder, which I liked a lot. This is just as amusing and fun.

Riding the Rails
43%.

How Jesus Became God: The Exaltation of a Jewish Preacher from Galilee
69%.

Recently Finished
A Botanist's Guide to Rituals and Revenge
As I mentioned in my last post, I didn't love this one as much because I was so frustrated by the MC's bad choices, but I am definitely still interested in reading more books in the series.

The Mystery of Locked Rooms
This was fun. It looks like there's a sequel coming out later this year, so I'll definitely check it out.

Horrorstör
I think this is the third Grady Hendrix book I've read and they all end up being good but not great. I did like the premise a lot, though.

These Fragile Graces, This Fugitive Heart
Dystopian murder mystery novella with clones. I enjoyed this a lot and would definitely read more in this universe.

Linus and Etta Could Use a Win
Cute middle grade novel about a trans boy at a new middle school who makes friends with a girl who's recovering from a bad friend break-up, but unbeknownst to him, her enthusiasm about him running for student council is due to a bet with her ex friend. I really liked this a lot, but was frustrated by the fact that the friend breakup didn't have a satisfying resolution. It was this whole thing about the friend cutting Etta out of her life with no explanation and we never get an explanation!

Dwellings
Graphic novel featuring various horror stories set in the same town. I liked it, but the cutesty art style (kind of Richie Rich/Casper vibes) made it hard to tell characters apart and also hard to tell their ages (I kept assuming people were kids and then realizing belatedly they were adults). It was all right.

Ojisama to Neko vol. 15
Yet another new character whose issues are fixed by getting a cat lol.

Kindaichi Papa no Jikenbo vol. 1
New Kindaichi series, set seven years from the Kindaichi Age 37 series. Now he has a kid who goes mystery solving with him. Still good mysteries.

Kinou Nani Tabeta? vol. 24
This was a bittersweet volume. I love this series.

Winding down the weekend

Jun. 29th, 2025 05:43 pm
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What went before: SNIPPET!

"You are such a smart ass," she said, sadly.

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought that had been well-established."

"Some days, it just shines brighter," Miri said.

And back to work we go.

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We're at an awkward hour; the hour wherein Google assures me that there is No Chance of Rain until Thursday, and yet -- that does appear to be water falling out of the sky. It is also the hour wherein I have finished a scene, which adds, in addition to action! adventure! and pathos! to the WIP,  +/-1,295 words, for a Grand Total of 46,435. More or less.

It's early in the day yet, but I've made the Conservative Decision to not try to plunge into the next scene, but to gently wind down the day, and the weekend, here. I am pleased with progress made these last couple days. I have a kind of Swiss cheese day tomorrow, so likely there won't be much writing done, but Tuesday is free until it's time to go to Group Sewing, and the rest of the week is free, except for brief visits to the chiropractor. So, it looks good for more writing getting done in a reasonable manner.

There had been an appeal -- somewhere (here are the wages of mirroring my posts everywhere) -- to describe what goes on at Coon Cat Happy Hour. These things of course are confidential, but you look like a trustworthy bunch.

Coon Cat Happy Hour begins about an hour before 7 pm with Trooper announcing that his throat has been cut and this dire wound can only be healed through a proper application of gooshy food to a plate, right NEOW!

At 7, I arise, open a can of gooshy food, split it four ways, arranging each portion artistically on its own china plate. I serve the ladies first, as Miss Manners would have me to do; and then the gentlemen. The ladies tend to share their portions; the gentlemen view imbibing as a competition, to see who can finish his plate first, then horn in on the ladies. The ladies have lately been managing to eat their portions, daintily and without fuss, before the Huns descend from the mountains.

After the dishes are shining clean, I pick them up and put them in the dishwasher.

I then pour myself a glass of wine and join the coon cats in their after-Happy-Hour-Club on the couch, where we read or watch an episode of (lately) Dr. Who until it's time for me to get my evening meal together.

And on that note -- everybody stay safe.

I'll check in tomorrow.

Napping happened this afternoon, and I have proof!


The Performing Arts: Real

Jun. 29th, 2025 05:32 am
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Posted by Brenda Clough

I’m an English major. I’ve read all of Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets (although don’t ask me for details about all those 150 sonnets). And the great truth about those plays? It’s a big mistake to read them. No one was ever meant to read them. The plays were written and designed to be performed. Hamlet on the page is a pale ghost of Hamlet on stage.

Actors know this. Everybody needs to see the experts’ work. Football players spend the weekday looking at game videos; painters go to museums to examine a genuine Van Gogh, and actors spend as much time as possible, attending performances. And we, in this latter day, are fortunate to live in an era of recorded performances. You can take in Laurence Oliver playing the melancholy Dane on YouTube without moving from your chair, and then you can turn right around and view Kenneth Branagh or Benedict Cumberbatch in the same role.

So when I took a class in the history of theater, we had a textbook and a reading list. But they were mainly a guide and a reference. The most important thing to do was to cue up the play on YouTube and view it. Suddenly dull screeds become riveting; pages of pointless dialogue develop focus. Everything suddenly makes sense!

What does this say about other art forms? Do you get the full benefit of music, when you listen to recordings? What are we missing, from the songs of humpback whales or dolphins? Do you have the sense, with some sculptures, that there’s a significance that’s sailing right over your head?

And this is the most important insight. The thing becomes real when it’s embodied.  Words aren’t enough, not on stage. You need the body, the actor standing there and saying the words. More than that: the actor has to act. The actor uses his body to give the words meaning, more meaning than words can carry by themselves. It’s an entire art form, a skill of great complexity, how to do that. I use my fingers and hands to create. Actors use their entire bodies! Is it too late for me to learn the trick? Let’s find out!

 

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