***6,000 word short story prequel to The Airship Racing Chronicles***
Christmas Eve 1820.
At Rose’s Hopper, a popular London tavern frequented by airship jockeys, all is merry and bright—except Lily Stargazer. Lily and her crew are set to run the Christmas Day Yuletide Race from London to Calais, but not before spending the night swimming in mulled wine and longing for absent lovers.
Even the prospect of a Yuletide win can’t convince Lily that this Christmas will be better than any that came before. But Lily’s about to find out there really is a Father Christmas.
I’m not usually one to read Christmas stories, but I made an exception for Melanie Karsak. This brief story made me both happy and sad at the same time. It was so great to go back and revisit my favorite characters, and to see them all from the beginning, but it also reminded me just how much I miss them. While I was hoping that it would serve to hold me over until Chasing the Fog, it only served to whet my appetite all the more!
You don’t have to wait until Christmas comes again to read it. It will stand alone, without giving away any spoilers to the remainder of the series, but I highly recommend you read the other books first, for character development and to understand any foreshadowing.
Urban Fantasy with a Cyberpunk Twist
***first episode of the nine-part serial***
What’s your life worth on the open market?
In this gritty urban fantasy, debt collectors take your life energy and give it to someone more “worthy”… all while paying the price with black marks on their souls.
“Quinn has a way of writing heart-breaking characters.”
“You’ll be holding your breath, looking over your shoulder, and begging for more.”
Lirium plays the part of the grim reaper well, with his dark trenchcoat, jackboots, and the black marks on his soul that every debt collector carries. He’s just in it for his cut, the ten percent of the life energy he collects before he transfers it on to the high potentials, the people who will make the world a better place with their brains, their work, and their lives. That hit of life energy, a bottle of vodka, and a visit from one of Madam Anastazja’s sex workers keep him alive, stable, and mostly sane… until he collects again. But when his recovery ritual is disrupted by a sex worker who isn’t what she seems, he has to choose between doing an illegal hit for a girl whose story has more holes than his soul or facing the bottle alone—a dark pit he’s not sure he’ll be able to climb out of again.
Contains mature content and themes.
I have been slowly working my way through the audio version of Debt Collector: Season One. I’m not a huge fan of audio books, mostly because I have young kids who make constant noise and it’s hard to find the time to give a book my undivided attention. I just simply lose focus. And if the book weren’t so darn good…? The narrator has this slow lazy voice, and sounds a bit like Nicholas Cage. Not entirely bad, but uber relaxed. I am LOVING this book! HARD! It’s completely unpredictable, taking crazy twists and turns!
I do wish there was more time spent on world building, painting a more vivid picture of what the surroundings look like, but the characters more than make up for it. Highly recommend! Plus, the first episode is free on Amazon, so it doesn’t hurt to give it a shot, am I right? 😉
If I tell you right up front, right in the beginning that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear. You will know it’s coming, and it will hurt. But you’ll be able to prepare.
Someone found him in a laundry basket at the Quick Wash, wrapped in a towel, a few hours old and close to death. They called him Baby Moses when they shared his story on the ten o’clock news – the little baby left in a basket at a dingy Laundromat, born to a crack addict and expected to have all sorts of problems. I imagined the crack baby, Moses, having a giant crack that ran down his body, like he’d been broken at birth. I knew that wasn’t what the term meant, but the image stuck in my mind. Maybe the fact that he was broken drew me to him from the start.
It all happened before I was born, and by the time I met Moses and my mom told me all about him, the story was old news and nobody wanted anything to do with him. People love babies, even sick babies. Even crack babies. But babies grow up to be kids, and kids grow up to be teenagers. Nobody wants a messed up teenager.
And Moses was messed up. Moses was a law unto himself. But he was also strange and exotic and beautiful. To be with him would change my life in ways I could never have imagined. Maybe I should have stayed away. Maybe I should have listened. My mother warned me. Even Moses warned me. But I didn’t stay away.
And so begins a story of pain and promise, of heartache and healing, of life and death. A story of before and after, of new beginnings and never-endings. But most of all…a love story.
Let’s just say that I had very few expectations of this book going into it. I’d seen it all over my feeds, but I barely glanced at the blurb, and I couldn’t pick the cover out of a line up. But the title, the title definitely stuck with me.
This book was a mix of awesome and suck. Why did it suck? Because holy emotions batman. I wasn’t expecting that gut punch whatsoever. I thought I had the book pretty well figured out about half way through, and most of my predictions were spot on, but I missed some things, and that’s surprising. Very few authors are able to surprise me, and please me, and gut me all at the same time.
The Law of Moses is a book that people should read. Not think about reading, not talk about reading, not “bumped up the TBR”. No, actually opened and consumed. And yes, I am talking to you Lindsay.
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