The familiar comes with the day job.

Why pick on small criminals when there are bigger crimes?

Modern urban fantasy lacks cultural roots. Pulp fantasy seeks to anchor itself in tradition.

First||Previous||Next Part Seventeen There’s a bright flash of light, and the dragon is no longer there, but a man stands in its place, dark-skinned, red eyes, bald head, wearing a black suit, appearing

First||Previous||Next Part Sixteen I rest my back against the alley’s wall, patting over my various pockets just in case. No luck. “Val? By any chance did you pick up my phone?” “Hm? No, why?” He looks

First||Previous||Next Part Fifteen “Holy shit.” Zombies I can handle. “Holy shit.” Fae are new, and weird, but I can handle that. “Holy. Shit.” Gods. Even gods I can handle given enough time. “Holy fucking

First||Previous||Next Part Fourteen The world returns to rest, but I’d swear I heard a rumble off in the distance, miles upon miles away, out of my sight or perception, but it gives me the creeping feeling

First||Previous||Next Part Thirteen I don’t recommend running for your life in Doc Martens. There’s not a lot of shock absorption, the arch support doesn’t matter when you’re moving faster than a brisk

From Wikipedia Book: Blood Price Author: Tanya Huff Genre: Urban Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal Romance Buy Link One of the things that I’m studying in the genre of urban fantasy is how a series works. If you

First||Previous||Next Part Twelve “If you say ‘Challenge accepted’, Parsival, I swear to God I will order you to jump off Victory Tower.” And that’s the other. I’m not bitter, why do you ask? The

First||Previous||Next Part Eleven “Parsival, you’re free.” Later in my life, I’m sure I’ll be proud that this was my first instinct. For now I feel like shit for not noticing it sooner. So I’m not offended

For The coin flips through the air, lands in the fountain, and manages to turn head over tails one... more... time, before it comes to rest gently on the blue tile amongst its penny and dime bretheren.

A pastime of grad school (Okay, it was a requirement), we hopeful future degree -holders had to be able to read a book and write a 600-900 word paper on it (that wasn't a book report) all in one week.

First||Previous||Next Part Ten “Humans and your damned technology.” The situation is defused, thankfully. Apparently, mythics are as tech-savvy as Midwestern grandparents, and a negative Yelp review can

First||Previous||Next Part Nine Instead, I take a deep breath, and look just beyond him, in the mirror behind the bar, see the shadowy figure there. It’s a disturbing image, to say the least, or would

First||Previous||Next Part Eight I understand that, typically, going clubbing isn’t something that would inspire dread and horror unless you’re an introvert, agoraphobic, or both. To explain it, I’ll have

First||Previous||Next Part Seven I plug in the tablet, so it won’t run out of juice while Pumpkin is reading, and head to my room. Room is a stretch, honestly, there’s barely room for my mattress and a

First||Previous||Next Part Six “Do I want to know what happened to your keys?” Tasha, my roommate, is standing in the doorway, a literal barrier between me and my room, and more importantly, my bed. She

First||Previous||Next Part Four “What are you planning?” His voice is different, much more serious, a cold wind through a dark and empty hall. I sit back in my seat, and fight back a shrug. “I consider

Start||Previous||Next Part Four “Not what you were expecting, Miss Ebinger?” The alleged god of the underworld is pouring himself a glass of bourbon, the car already in motion, but I barely felt it. The