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Deucalion Chronicles is a meta-series containing many stories all set within the same universe. So what’s that universe look like? To put it in TvTropes terms, it would be Fantasy Kitchen Sink Space Opera, full of Magitek. Or, to put it another way, it’s what happens when high fantasy gets out of the dark ages, shoots past urban fantasy, and . . .
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The British Isles, the 16th century. Decades ago, the fae returned to the mortal world. Released by a coven of magicians after centuries of imprisonment, they swept across the British Isles, covering the land with a tangled forest of enchanted trees. Cities fell. Thousands died. Only a handful of cities were saved. Years later, the people of the . . .
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Eelsvale: Population 1,355. Magic: Some. Sally Carter writes the fiction column in The Eelsvale Pages, but is a little low on weekly originality. Then she meets Detective Hood, recently turned freelance (reasons unknown). He has bit of a reputation, and a knack, for trouble, and doesn’t seem to mind her company (or else he probably wouldn’t keep turning . . .
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When a fire burns down the historic Bartlett House, the body of young activist, Emmy d’Angelo is found inside, dressed in bondage gear. Her older lover, professor Will Adelhardt, is under suspicion, but the manner in which Emmy is found is incomprehensible to Adelhardt, who is devastated by her loss. Now he must take a dark voyage through the . . .
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At the Eschaton City docks, Detective Sean Gibson begins his investigation into a bizarre cult-related murder. Meanwhile, Morgan Duane, professional cat burglar, is hired to steal a priceless artifact: the Book of the Blind. As events unfold, it becomes evident that these events are inextricably connected, that old gods are reclaiming their rightful places among mankind, and that it . . .
Bartlett House is a great read. At times, I found it riveting, and even when it’s not, the writing is still as smooth as silk.
The story begins with a deliberately set fire in an old, abandoned house, in one of the better parts of town. A body is found, and [more . . .]
‘A sansanosmilus,’ said the man. ‘Obviously.’
I appreciate any time that a story, regardless of the scope or detail of its world, is willing to dispense with weighty exposition and trusts its reader enough to drop into scene immediately. "Sally Carter," named for its narrator, manages to do this in the [more . . .]