Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," less than a week before Samhain! Almost time to carve those turnips! (Gotta be authentic, dontcha know.)
Today an email arrived that contained a PDF of my novel, Gray Magic. With trembling fingers I opened the file and found ... oh, by all the bored Gods and Goddesses and Sacred Totemic Animals ... a really great book!
Now, y'all know I'm not usually a puffy egotist, although I do carry some pretty strong opinions around in my backpack. But damn, I couldn't stop reading my own doggone story, even though I've been through each chapter about a dozen times over the course of 15 years.
A previous commenter asked if the book has heaping helpings of my truly atrocious humor. Alas, no. It's serious. It's an adventure story, brimming to the plimsol line with dungeons, fire, and sword.
Would you be intrigued if I told you that one of the characters is a young woman who so longs for her dead brother that the faeries send his spirit into her body? (It's called being a changeling.)
No? Well, try this. The brother was gay. How does a woman behave who carries within her the spirit of a gay young man? It's the Middle Ages, mind you. End of the thirteenth century.
Wanna read it now?
FROM THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS