Actually, this one's pretty much what it says on the tin.

I feel like I've been waiting to read this book FOREVER (which, uh, I can no longer type like that, btw, because I also feel like I've been waiting to read FOREVER, FOREVER). Once upon a time, I used to go to bookstores and buy old friends, replacements for books OB-Wan owned that I had destroyed by re-re-re-re-reading in the bathtub (or in the garden. Or the dock. Or on a deserted island five hours off the coast of Australia (funny story, involves a jelly-fish)). Now I meet people here, stalk them read their journals for months and months, and by the time the book comes out I know their styles, their way with words, and if they are likely to use the word "nauseated" properly.

(For the record, "Blood Magic" is a definite yes for that, at multiple turns, even.)

It's fun! I like it. I love it when I'm reading a book written by someone I've spoken to online. It gives me hope.

I was especially excited for "Blood Magic", as it would complete my Merry Sisters of Fate hat-trick. I was not disappointed.

(Spoilers from here on out!)

( I would recommend eating before you open it, though. )

Of course, after everything, I find out there's a sequel. I didn't know that until yesterday, when Gratton mentioned it by name on her twitter. And again, I begin the waiting game (you'd think I'd be better at it; at least I have a use for my day-planner now). Because, really, I want to know WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THE DEACON!!

9/10 of creepiness with a side of awesome (with a side of blood), and for being one of the most storied stories I've read in a while (and for the line about the magnetic knife strip, because that's one of my favourite short stories).