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06 March 2012
Time to Get "Fixed"
can’t begin to tell you how excited I am to announce that the DAW anthology,
The Modern Fae’s Guide to Surviving Humanity, has hit brick-and-mortar and virtual
bookstores everywhere.In addition to
featuring authors like Elizabeth Bear, Seanan McGuire, Jay Lake and Jim C.
Hines, the collection contains my first story in a mass market paperback, a
little (ahem) tale about a cat shifter trying his darnedest NOT to get “Fixed".
contribution is a comedy, but the anthology has something for everyone.To quote the jacket copy:
if the fae were still here, living among us?Perhaps living in secret, doing their best to pass for human?Or perhaps their existence is acknowledged,
but they’re still struggling to fit in.How have they survived?Are they
outcasts clinging to the edges of society, or do their powers ensure success in
the mortal realm?
are fourteen fabulous stories by Seanan McGuire, Susan Jett, Kari Sperring,
Juliet E. McKenna, Avery Shade, Kristine Smith, Barbara Ashford, April
Steenburgh, Anton Strout, S.C. Butler, Jean Marie Ward, Shannon Page, Jay Lake,
Elizabeth Bear and Jim C. Hines—ranging from humor to dark fantasy—that explore
how the creatures of the fae are fitting into the modern world.
to whet your appetite, here’s a little taste of “Fixed”:
were lots of advantages to being
a part-time cat. Being chased by a Rottweiler named Bitsy through Holcomb Creek
Park wasn’t one of them.
pounding, chest heaving, Jack Tibbert raced down the bike path, insensible to
the late November cold, the people on the path, or anything except escape.
Bitsy’s heavy grunts grew louder as she closed the gap between them. His
imagination added the heat of the dog’s breath on his neck as her massive jaws
closed in for the kill. He had to take cover—high where her crushing teeth
couldn’t reach. But where? To his right the ground dropped sharply to the
creek. The leafless saplings masking the fall were barely up to Jack’s feline
weight. They’d never survive the dog. The only trees worth climbing grew on the
left side of the path. To reach them he’d have to cross a field of dead grass
set with exercise equipment too low to fend off a Chihuahua. It was gonna be
right. With a triumphant woof and the crackle of dead weeds, his pursuer
plunged into the brush. Jack veered left, gaze locked on the outdoor balance
beam. If he could run the dog into the log…
a female voice screamed.
just in time to see a bicycle twice his height tearing up the center of the
path. Instinctively, he jumped. The wheel clipped his shoulder. He tumbled
across the pavement and kept rolling until one of the saplings knocked all the
wind out of him.
It took him
a minute to put the world back together. Had
to get up. Dog. Too close. Yelping? He shook his head.
“Are you all
girlish voice seemed to come from heaven, which had dropped to a few feet
overhead. The angel kneeling beside him had a perfect oval face, almond-shaped
eyes and windblown black hair streaked with rusty brown. She looked about
sixteen, maybe a year younger than him—the kind of girl you see in all those
dumb TV shows set in high school but you never meet in real life.
raked her plump lower lip. “Don’t scratch me, okay? I need to touch you to see
where you’re hurt.”
Sugar, you can touch me wherever you want.
the background, Bitsy started to whine. Her owner wailed, “But it’s the cat’s
Bitsy was off her leash and chasing him,” Jack’s vision shouted over her
shoulder. Foxy chick was a cat person, too. He purred, arching his back
into the hand she trailed along his fur.
hips, good,” she muttered to herself. She found his tail. He flicked the tip
playfully. “All right. Anything else we can fix.”
at another blast from the Rottweiler’s owner. “Just keep her calm, Mrs. Saar.
It’ll be okay. I’ve got my phone.
like it hasn’t happened before,” she added under her breath.
She couldn’t keep her hands off
him. Swearing at the hit-and-run cyclist, dialing her phone—the whole time, one
of her hands was stroking him or scratching the sweet spots behind his ears and
between his shoulders. He rewarded her by turning the baby blues on high. They
worked their usual magic. Her bright brown eyes and pretty pink mouth got all
soft. She forgot the phone pressed to her left ear. When the call connected,
she bounced in surprise. Ev-er-y-thing
a grin as wicked as feline lips allowed, Jack rolled his shoulders and hauled
himself to his feet. Joints popped. A dozen different muscles and tendons
hummed with pain. He tottered a couple steps, wincing at his scraped fore pads,
and collapsed dramatically across her jeans.
find out what happens next, you really need to read the book.
I am evil like that.Why do you act so