by W.R. Gingell
What’s a little spit between friends?
I mean, what’s up with JinYeong? If it goes on, Pet is going to be more vampire than human. Or will JinYeong be more human than vampire? Which one is more contagious, more stubborn, and more likely to bend the universe to their will? Object, meet unstoppable force.
If you’ve become addicted to the worlds Between and Behind, you’ll get a kick out of Pet’s interactions with the Troika, a lycanthrope, a mysterious young girl, an unkempt old man, and assorted Behindkind of varying flavors. The three psychos will have their hands full keeping their Pet alive as more Behindkind take notice and the harbinger of the heirlings approaches. Pet continues to expand as a character, as do her abilities to bend reality/non-reality to her will.
W.R. Gingell’s story just keeps getting twistier and twistier, impelling us along for the ride. We learn more about heirlings, more hints about the shape of things to come, and less answers then we’d like to the growing mysteries. I got to the end of the book, and all I could think was “that’s just cruel!” as I read the note at the end saying that the next book would be out by the end of the year. Doesn’t W.R. know that that’s a LONG way away for those of us hanging on by our fingernails? Oh, well, guess I’ll get out the nail strengthener and slather on a few coats.
Just a lot of fun. Can’t wait for the next book!
Two fae is company, but a company of fae is trouble.
Which is exactly what we’ve got. Trouble, I mean. Well, and fae. Lots of fae.
Something or someone is stalking and killing high-level fae around Hobart—tearing out hearts and leaving a trail of bloody bodies behind. Fae don’t like it when they’re the ones getting killed, so of course they came to hire my owners.
Owners, you ask?
Hi. I’m Pet. No, that’s not my name. I am a pet.
My owners? They’re fae. Well, two fae and one stroppy vampire.
Welcome to the world Between.