BVC Announces Trickster’s Dance by Irene Radford

The axis of the Earth changed its tilt. All the glacial and polar ice melted. Humanity was reduced to a tiny fraction of the once teeming masses.

The concussion that robbed Gabby of her memories of the Before times opened her to trance visions through dance. She dances herself to exhaustion to learn Truth. She dances to banish evil spirits, Death, and illness.

But Gabby is too young for the role of Shaman, too untrained. When strangers bring new ideas and change, she’s unable to prevent Utopia’s harmony and cooperation from cracking. Violence spreads.

The dance that gives Gabby much wisdom does not tell her how to find a murderer or how to stop a war.
The man she hopes to marry sees no options but to fight. The stranger who touched her heart in a vision must abandon her and Utopia for a greater cause.

Saving all that she loves she must do on her own.

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Update: Pard and the Time Machine

In an earlier blog post* I described my cat’s relationship to the Time Machine that sits on my desk keeping tabs on what goes on in my computer. When both Pard and the Time Machine were younger, it often made faint clickety buzzing noises, which convinced him that it it contained beetles. A reasonable assumption, since our house swarmed with box-elder beetles that year, and they did get into everything. He enjoyed hunting them. But eating them always appeared to be more a duty than a reward. Presently he gave it up. Then he gave up beetle-hunting altogether, as a boring juvenile pastime beneath the dignity of a mature cat.

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All the sluts at once

I’ve really loved writing these books. They’re funny and feminist and fantastical and finally off my desk, featuring succubi, shoes, and shopping, massive quantities of food and controlled substances, boots-on-the-ground empowerment, all-girl hot tubbing, riot-grrl rage, rollicking, revenge, renewal, rejoicing, and six women who find out what they’re made of by making themselves into something totally other.

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Food fantasies and big girl power in Coed Demon Sluts: Pog

For a lot of big (and formerly big) women, food is not necessarily a part of the picture. For Pog it’s everything. Sex equals power, demonhood means wealth, but food is love.

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My first lesbian love story, Coed Demon Sluts: Amanda

This story is less boffo than the first three Slut adventures mostly because Amanda needs to travel such a long way from numbness to love. I found myself siding with Cricket a lot, prodding Amanda emotionally in the middle of the night, tickling her sense of humor, luring her into the woods, leading by following, crashing around in her life like upbeat ball-lightning, tempting her to live a little.

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All the sluts: the hinky side of women’s fiction

I’m so excited about this series launch, I’m squeaking like a mouse. Also bouncing. Coed Demon Sluts was conceived at the point when I realized that my last series, Slacker Demons, was leaving the lair of the incubi empty. I’d … Continue reading

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Tremontaine: When Collaboration Really Works

I find all kinds of collaborations interesting, from the centuries-long shared-world collaboration of Arthuriana among Europeans to the amazing Mahabharata of India. I think the greatest collaborations are more than the sum of their parts. Nowadays, collaborations are happening in … Continue reading

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