Showing posts with label K.H. Koehler. Show all posts
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Monday, July 2, 2012

An American Werewolf in Paris from K.H. Koehler


The clock has struck NOON in Paris and we meet K.H. Koehler on tour.

Bouncer: [outside the Club Luna] Claude said no one is to be admitted once the door was locked.

Serafine: The full moon is rising; would you rather I remained out here with you?

Bouncer: Uh, no.
[opens the door and lets Serafine in, quickly locking the door behind her]
-from film, An American in Paris, per imdb

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by K.H. Koehler
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This review is part of The Werewolf Run to help promote the release of my own werewolf novel, A Werewolf in Time (Mrs. McGillicuddy #2). Please visit Amazon and Barnes & Noble online for information on ordering a copy of the book for your Kindle or Nook. To see the werewolf tour visit: http://www.khkoehler.com/the-werewolf-run/

AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN PARIS (1997)
There are times when I wonder if a director who’s making a film is actually looking at it. This is one of those times.

An American Werewolf in Paris has much the same setup as its predecessor, An American Werewolf in London. It involves three young people, Andy, Brad and Chris, who are touring Paris and who wind up ass-deep in trouble of the hairiest kind, though the movie seems to shift crazily between the three boys “adventure touring” versus “sex touring,” which rather foreshadows the movie’s erratic multiple personality disorder. Not a good sign. While bungee jumping off the Eifel Tower, Andy saves Serafine from a suicide attempt. What Andy isn’t aware of is that Serafine is the daughter of David Kessler and Alex Price, the lovers from the original movie, An American Werewolf in London. At least, that’s what internet sources would have me believe, though I was never really sure if this was canon in the movie. Nothing like it is ever discussed. In fact, I wasn’t sure about much of anything in this movie.

Not long after, the three young men are invited to an underground party, put on by the human-hating Claude, the head of a secret society of werewolves who regularly lure humans to their parties in order to devour them. During the festivities, Andy gets bitten, Chris gets lost, and Brad gets dead. Serafine intervenes to save Andy’s life, and Andy wakes the next morning forever changed. Claude, however, plans to come around and finish the task he started—eliminating Andy.

What Andy isn’t aware of, but will be soon, is that he has now joined the ranks of the furry, and there’s a full moon tonight. Meanwhile, Brad has returned, much like Jack from the first film, in an attempt to persuade Andy to kill the werewolf who killed him so he can escape his present undead state and move on to the next world. Serafine, meanwhile, is being haunted by her own undead mother—Alex from the first movie, who, in my opinion, got the shortest straw of all in life. Not only did she get involved with David, who was killed in An American Werewolf in London, but she bore his illegitimate wolf-baby, a child who winds up killing her despite her and her second husband’s attempts to reverse her condition. Did I mention Serafine’s step-father is also a paraplegic lycanthrope? And what about that clueless police inspector with the investigative skills of Jacques Clouseau? It’s almost like there was another movie playing somewhere and the characters just wandered randomly onto the set of An American Werewolf in Paris for some cameo shots.

An American Werewolf in Paris is a mess of a movie any way you slice it. In some ways, it feels like a movie half-finished, in another, a movie that should probably have never seen the light of day at all—sad, considering the movie was in development for six years. The Paris visuals are stunning both by daylight and moonlight, but past that, the film offers the audience nothing by way of entertainment value or even much logic. The relationship between Serafine and Claude is ambiguous at best—I can only assume Serafine changed Claude, except that a key part of the climax is Andy destroying Claude, which apparently “frees” Serafine from the curse, an act that makes no sense within the context of the story’s canon and rules. There are also weird sub-plots about Serafine’s scientist stepfather (and part time paraplegic lycanthrope) searching for a cure for lycanthropy, and Claude’s own anti-social hang-ups. Claude apparently loves Americans (or so he says) but has real issues with social welfare. His idea of reform is to devour all those people who are burdening the social system, though this would have a more negative impact on his clan of werewolves than anything else. After all, if all the “undesirables” were gone, Claude and his bunch of deviant furries would have nothing to hunt or eat. Chris, it turns out, has no role except as a male damsel in distress, beaten, hog-tied and threatened by Claude in disturbing, homoerotic ways.

The movie has other problems. There are the awful inside gags, Andy’s murky motivations, and the werewolf visuals themselves. Andy, as a werewolf, manages to kill two people and one cute dog (truly, the movie has no shame) yet he’s practically unaffected by his acts of violence, despite him being a so-called “nice guy”. One of the undead return to haunt-and-taunt him, again like Jack, and make silly commentary about her decaying body and popping eyeballs, while the other undead (including the cute dog) are curiously absent. Somehow, I feel cheated by the missing undead dog. In fact, I’d rather follow his drama than the frantic, mindless series of impossibly stupid incidents that befall our protagonists. The CGI-generated werewolves themselves are so badly rendered, they make pieces of art out of made-for-Syfy computer animation.

The entire movie is a sucking miasma of werewolf vomit that I strongly recommend viewers run, not walk, away from. Please, do it for the undead puppies.


1/2 pentacles out of 5.

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Guest post created by K.H. Koehler of A Werewolf in Time
© 2012. All rights reserved.

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--~ eBook Giveaway courtesy of author ~--


A Werewolf in Time
Mrs. McGillicuddy #2
- The Mrs. McGillicuddy Mysteries
by K.H. Koehler
Just released: May 2012

The Dark is rising…

The McGillicuddys travel to the village of Whitby in East Anglia for a very delayed honeymoon. But once there, they discover the ancient legend of The Wild Hunt, a haunted village of people in the grips of nightmares, and some very recent unexplained murders at the castle estate of Edwin’s old friend, Lord Ian Severn.

Eliza absolutely must investigate! But before she can uncover the secret behind the old castle and its creepy, archaic laboratory, an ancient, power-hungry race of dark Fae stir, which in turn summons the Werewolf of Whitby, the ages-old hunter of the Fae.

Soon, bloodshed and bad fairies abound. And it isn’t long before Edwin and Eliza’s once-relaxing holiday goes straight to the dogs!


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Offer ends: July 15, 2012

TO DO:

VISIT at least ONE of the stops on this book's tour here and leave a comment there.

RETURN here and tell me where you went.

AND, leave your email (if I don't already have it)

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* film review is a re-post with permission by the author,
original post is located here

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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Giveaway: A Clockwork Vampire by K.H. Koehler


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“Attention: Passengers. We are entering an unexpected wormhole. Please remain calm and seated.”

Easy for you to say, you think cryptically as you shrink back into your seat. You swallow about four Xanax and grit your teeth as the shuttle that was supposed to take you to a sci-fi convention at one of the new lunar hotels makes a sudden detour. It lurches suddenly, then spins like a badly weighed load of laundry as it’s swallowed by a giant vacuum existing in both time and space.

A half hour later, your pilot wrestles the shuttle through some angry grey cloud cover and you see the earth glittering far below, but it’s not the earth you know, the earth you grew up on. The earth you’ve left behind. For one thing, once you land and the passengers began to deplane the shuttle, you see something very peculiar. The walls of the terminal churn with a bizarre jigsaw of clockwork parts and a low, cold, London-esque fog seems to cling to everything. Women are dressed in long bustled gowns, and men prance by you, dressed in tweed suits and top hats. They stop to check the time on their watch fobs. They sport canes and spats. Their female companions carry parasols and wear huge feathered hats.

There’s a man in the terminal reading a newspaper, but he’s at least eight feet tall and looks, well, rather shaggy. Across the terminal you spot a man under suspicion. Five men in security uniform wrestle him against a wall in order to search his possessions, but instead of complying with them, he starts to morph into a creature half man and half leopard. The guards drag the were-leopard off while he screams about suing them and about his civil rights as a US citizen. One of the guards asserts that he has no rights.

Besides you stands a man who looks made up mostly of prosthetic clock parts. His head swivels to and fro hydraulically as he searches for his flight number on the lighted departure board.

OK, you think, I’m gonna stay calm. No need to get excited. Right?

You look around sheepishly, luggage in hand, and spot your name on a placecard being held up by a tall blond man. He’s quite the looker, young, not at all threatening. Maybe he knows what’s going on? Where did that damn wormhole deposit you? You feel like you’re in Wonderland…in some alternate, gadget-crazy, monster-ridden sci-fi universe. You start toward him, then realize he’s sporting a pair of impressive bronze wings! He looks pale, even for a blond, and when he smiles, he makes a concentrated effort not to flash any fang. Whoa, you think. My ride’s a vampire!

You have a surreal moment of indecision like when you were a teen and you were reading a Choose Your Own Adventure book and had to make a split decision: Should you go with the vampire or run away? He smiles as he cuts a path toward you and shakes your hand.

“Hey there, I’m Cesar, and I’m your tour guide,” the vampire states in a friendly manner.

You jump at his icy handshake.

“Welcome to New York.” He smiles cheerily, picks up your ultra-heavy luggage like it’s made of foam rubber, and heads out of the terminal.

You sigh and hurry after him. Somehow you know this will not end well.

The vampire passes through the doors of the airport and crosses the street toward a peculiar-looking streetcar. It looks like a cross between an old-fashioned San Francisco trolley and a steam locomotive. The streets of New York are packed with people and filled with more of that low-lying steam. You can barely see anyone through it all. Tall, art-deco-style buildings rear up on all sides of you, and everywhere you look you see people, monsters, and a few that look in between.

Oh man, you think as you board the steam trolley with Cesar, I am so not in Kansas anymore…

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Guest post created for October Trix-n-Treatz event by K.H. Koehler, author of A Clockwork Vampire
© 2011. All rights reserved.

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A Clockwork Vampire
by K.H. Koehler

Win a copy of this book!

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Sunday, September 11, 2011

In My Mailbox - 9.11.11



Free from Kindle: beware some free offers are limited

Bright Young Things
with Bonus Material
by Anna Godbersen


For Review:

Mar the Pirate Vampire
(teen-paranormal romance)
Vianka Van Bokkem


Anna Dressed in Blood
by Kendare Blake


Original Sin
by Lisa Desrochers
courtesy of publisher
Thanks Aisha!


For Review and giveaway:

Cherished
by Belinda Boring
courtesy of author
Thanks Bels!
stay tuned: giveaway in October


Without Mercy
by Belinda Boring
courtesy of author
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Dangerous Designs
by Dale Mayer
courtesy of author
Thanks Dale!
-fantasy, YA
stay tuned: giveaway in October


Lust After Death
by Daisy Harris
courtesy of author
Thanks Daisy & Bels!
-romance, zombies
stay tuned: giveaway during September Zombies, Sep 20-30


Isis Unbound
by Allison Byrd
courtesy of author
Thanks Allison!
-romance, zombies


The Peculiar Superpowers of Eleanor Armstrong:
A Zombie Love Story
by K.A. Schloegel
courtesy of author
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A Clockwork Vampire
by K.H. Koehler
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Free from Netgalley: got mine, get yours!

The Windup Girl
by Paolo Bacigalupi
-steampunk


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Monday, October 18, 2010

Ghosts: Skullvines


Skullvines Press is holding an October Contest.

All you have to do is sign up to their newsletter to keep up with all the good schtuff coming up.

Like...

More of their horror and fantasy books.

Titles from YA and Romance genres which they've just added.

AND a new release from Briane Keene!

Details for the Skullvines October Contest is here.
offer ends: Oct 31, 2010

One of my favorite steampunk books is included in the prize selection...

Black Jack Derringer:
Book I
by K.H. Koehler - my review
(2 copies up for grabs)

All “Wild” Alice West wants is to be a respected bounty hunter,
and make some legitimate cash along the way.
But in the post-apocalyptic world of the Skillet,
there is no room for a woman doing a “man’s job.”


Other Prizes include:

Fear the Woods: Book One by Jerrod Balzer

Plea of Apollisian: Book One of the Abyss Walker by Shane Moore

Birth of a Nation: Book Five of the Abyss Walker by Shane Moore

Keepers of the Dead by Bob Freeman (A Cairnwood Manor Novel)


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* my weekly post on things steampunk (Victorian sci-fi/fantasy)

* totally inspired by steampunk posts written by Celia of adventures of cecelia bedelia


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Monday, June 7, 2010

SteamPink: coach car - vvb


Meet: Velvet aka vvb
Occupation: Book Blogger
Location: somewhere between virtual Scotland and England
Main mode of transportation: steam train - Devonian Express
Genre: Steampunk, Action

Romance steam gauge: none, no time for it

Wait a minute...
Before we leave dev.car19,
vvb notices that the closet door is ajar...

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Velvet stepped through the Internet Door to the Skillet and was instantly transformed.

She was impressed. Her usual clothes had been swapped out for a burlesque gown of wine-red satin, froths of (she felt) itchy black lace, fencenet stockings and a huge black buccaneer hat with a hole cut into it. Sitting in the hole was a spray of white, odorless, desert flowers, and amidst them a small birdcage with a tiny blue-feathered dove in it the size of her thumb. For one moment she tottered, then quickly acclimated herself to the additional weight.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, shaking her head with disbelief, which almost threw her weight off balance again. With a hand securing the enormous hat atop her head, she started looking around. This was no place she was familiar with. The concave walls were dull gunmetal grey, the furniture rawbone and splintered from wear, and vibrating beneath her spiky, four-inch heeled privateer boots was the distant heartbeat-like thud of big machines at work.

“I gotta get me a new gig,” she remarked before choosing a direction at random. Down a long hallway she walked, slowly becoming aware of voices, shouting and the occasional gunblast—which made her flinch. It seemed to be coming from a room at the end of the hall. A thin slice of light cut across the threshold, and she could swear the odious smell of cheap perfume mixed with cigar smoke and spilled whiskey was emanating from the door.

Sweating, Velvet put her gloved hand upon the door. She found it swung open easily. Immediately a chair flew at her head. Velvet dived to the floor to narrowly miss it colliding with her head. She was lucky. Instead, it crashed into shelves of bottles behind a long, worn iron bar, covering the bar top in various icky, sticky substances. “Jesus,” she said. It was like walking in on one of Dante’s infamous Circles of Hell.

The room was crowded with men and women in outrageous clothes, tottering drunkenly and shooting and yelling at each other. The noise level could have raised the roof, had there been an actual roof. She realized she was aboard a sandboat, destined for parts unknown, and a full saloon fight was in progress, with various parties shooting, getting shot, dodging bullets, fisticuffing or otherwise tossing loaded bottles of booze at each other. Bottles of electric blue whiskey exploded like bombs against the floor or the skulls of unlucky victims. People weaved, hooting like maniacs, various homemade guns raised to take aim at their perceived enemies, though Velvet was doubtful that anyone knew what target they were actually shooting at at this point. One gentleman who looked a little like Wild Bill Hickok on a bender raised the barrel of what seemed to be a harpoon gun resting on his broad, drunken shoulder, and took aim at her.

Immediately someone pulled Velvet down and behind an overturned table. She recognized the bushy blonde hair, the man’s buckskin shirt, the worn boots and dusty flat black hat—the sunworn blue, blue eyes. “Alice! Is it Wild Alice West?” she asked, hoping she’d hit paydirt.

“Get down, moron, before you get shot!” said Alice, taking aim at someone scurrying by with her custom Colt. The man fired and Alice deftly fired back. Neither bullet found a target.

“Moron?” Velvet cried. “Excuse me…”

The man with the harpoon gun let a bolt fly, the impact knocking the table back a full three inches, the tip of the bolt coming precariously close to Velvet’s face. “Oh my god,” she cried.

“Melville 606,” Alice said.

“Wha—what?”

“It’s a Melville 606.” Alice said. “One of the best pooners out there.”

“That’s actually a harpoon gun he’s got?”

“With speed-reload,” Alice said. As if to back up her claims, the table took another hit, knocking them both a few more inches across the floor.

“This is nuts,” Velvet said, swallowing hard against the lump forming in her throat.

“This is the Skillet,” Alice answered her. Taking aim, she shot at the chandelier over the pooner’s head, sending a thousand pounds of glass crashing down like a bomb, spikes of crystal sparking off in every direction and making the shooters back off—except for the pooner, who had been buried alive, along with his Melville 606. Had they not been shielded by the table, Velvet thought it was possible she would have become a very shish-kabobed interviewer.

She thought about screaming, then realized that nobody here would hear her anyway.

“What happened?” she asked instead.

“What do you mean?” Alice answered in a frighteningly casual tone. She might have been making a laundry list, or reciting pi, her voice was so bored.

Velvet waved her hand. She felt dizzy and the bird in the cage atop her head was squawking something awful, giving her the beginnings of a migraine headache. “This can’t be a normal night, even for you.”

Alice checked her munitions with a frown. “Oh this? This isn’t me. This’s all Mr. Treen’s fault.”

“What’s that?”

“The stolen brooch.”

“This happened because of a brooch?”

Alice shrugged. “The brooch belonged to the mayor’s wife. Hey, it ain’t like Mr. Treen didn’t winnit fair n’ square.”

“The brooch?”

“No, the mayor’s wife. The mayor put her in the pot to raise a bet.”

Velvet stared at Alice with a blanked-out expression.

Alice shrugged. “The mayor didn’t like his wife,” she explained. “But he really liked that brooch, said it was his mother’s.” Alice snapped the magazine of her gun closed. “Here’s our break,” she said. And thus saying, a huge black Suffolk barreled into the casino, being ridden by a horseman all in black. He crashed through roulette and poker tables, scattering dice and chips high and wide. The horse screamed as it came to a halt beside their overturned table.

More shots were fired from guns being held by very drunken hands. All of them whizzed off Goliath’s impermeable steel-hard hide like angry hornets. Alice grabbed Velvet by the sleeve and hauled her up. “Get on. I’ll cover you.” She shot several blind shots into the casino room at various rogues running hither and yon.

Velvet stared up at the enormous beast, weaving uncertainly, wondering how in hell she’d ever get up that high with so much clothes weighing her down. But before she could turn to Alice for help, the tall, lanky figure atop Goliath reached down from on high, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her up into the horse’s saddle before him with no trouble at all. Suddenly she was sitting astride this enormous and unnatural animal and being held in place by something in a long dark coat that looked more like a ghoul than a real man. His grip was like iron.

“Yikes,” Velvet said. “Are you some kind of ghost?”

“Boo,” said the man. And immediately she recognized the goofy expression of Mr. Treen’s face under the vilifying layers of dark western wear. Mr. Treen grabbed up the reins and turned Goliath around. “Miz Alice…!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Alice responded, shot off two more random shots into the crowd, and then jumped leap-frog-style onto the back of her horse.

Mr. Treen, sitting between the two young women, kicked the horse into a canter. In seconds they were out of the casino and riding down a corridor of the sandboat, gunfire following them like hollow explosions.

Velvet’s ears rang.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miz…?” said Alice, leaning around Mr. Treen to shake Velvet’s hand.

“Um…Velvet,” she said, for the moment so shook up it was difficult to remember anything, including her own name and the fact that she had a real life outside this insane asylum of a fictional world. It didn’t make her feel any better that she was being crushed up against Mr. Treen, who seemed to be enjoying moving his hands around her waist for a better grip.

“Velvet,” said Mr. Treen. “I like that.”

“Don’t even go there, buster,” Alice warned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What can we do for you, Miz Velvet?” Alice asked just a nice as can be, as if nothing in the last couple of minutes had ever happened, the gunflight, the pooner, the chandelier, nothing.

“Well, I was going to interview you guys for my website. But you know what?” Velvet said. “Why don’t you just leave me off at the next Internet Door? This place is bad for my health.”

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Alice interview by K.H. Koehler
Based on characters from Black Jack Derringer. © 2010. All rights reserved.

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*** steampunk book giveaway - courtesy of author ***


Black Jack Derringer
by
K.H. Koehler - my review
Published: 2009

Sign up on one of the SteamPink giveaways to own a copy of this book.

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SteamPink: coach car - Alice


Meet: "Wild" Alice West
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Location: Skillet
Main mode of transportation: Goliath
Genre: Steampunk, Dystopia

Black Jack Derringer
by K.H. Koehler - my review
Published: 2009

Romance steam gauge: light

Trilogy description from publisher's site:
In K.H. Koehler's post-apocalyptic/ string-bean western/ science-fiction/ steampunk/ action-adventure/ romantic suspense/ sexy pirate trilogy, a bounty hunter named Wild Alice West struggles to survive in a vast desert known as the Skillet, which has no tolerance for women trying to do a “man’s job.”

Though fiercely independent, Alice recognizes that she needs a front man to give herself legitimacy in her chosen career, and after weeks of looking around New Hope, she thinks she’s found the perfect partner in Mr. Treen, who has his own dark secrets.

Book 1 Description from Horror Mall:
All “Wild” Alice West wants is to be a respected bounty hunter, and make some legitimate cash along the way. But in the post-apocalyptic world of the Skillet, there is no room for a woman doing a “man’s job.”

Enter Mr. Treen. Alice believes that by hiring the albino card sharp, she can give her business the legitimacy it needs. But Mr. Treen has his own secrets—some of them dark. And once these misfits get together, you can be sure the Skillet will never be the same again.

* contains violence and some language

*** steampunk book giveaway - courtesy of author ***

Sign up on one of the SteamPink giveaways to own a copy of this book.

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Saturday, May 29, 2010

PeekAbook: Black Jack Derringer

One of many to be featured during SteamPink week, June 4-12, 2010.

Black Jack Derringer
Book 1: The Ace of Spades
by K.H. Koehler



Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Black Jack Derringer by K.H. Koehler

Black Jack Derringer
Book 1: The Ace of Spades
by K.H. Koehler

Published: 2009
Genre: Action
Paperback: 104 pages
Rating: 5

Descriptions from publisher's site:

Trilogy Description:
In K.H. Koehler's post-apocalyptic/ string-bean western/ science-fiction/ steampunk/ action-adventure/ romantic suspense/ sexy pirate trilogy, a bounty hunter named Wild Alice West struggles to survive in a vast desert known as the Skillet, which has no tolerance for women trying to do a “man’s job.”

Though fiercely independent, Alice recognizes that she needs a front man to give herself legitimacy in her chosen career, and after weeks of looking around New Hope, she thinks she’s found the perfect partner in Mr. Treen, who has his own dark secrets.

* contains violence and some language

Book 1 Description:
All “Wild” Alice West wants is to be a respected bounty hunter, and make some legitimate cash along the way. But in the post-apocalyptic world of the Skillet, there is no room for a woman doing a “man’s job.”

Enter Mr. Treen. Alice believes that by hiring the albino card sharp, she can give her business the legitimacy it needs. But Mr. Treen has his own secrets—some of them dark. And once these misfits get together, you can be sure the Skillet will never be the same again.

* contains violence and some language

My two-bits:
In-a-word: Hee-haw!

Another Alice, in another kind of adventure. She's tough. She's cute. She's wild (not girls gone wild wild). The setting is a kind of wild west in a wild futuristic setting with that wild gritty feel.

You're in for a wild ride with this one with derringers and colts and a horse named Goliath.

Some steampunk creations included ;-D

Looking forward to book 2 in the series, coming out this year.

Folks, I'm holding onto my copy which is signed by the K.H. herself. The dedication includes a clue about Mr Treen. If you end up getting this book and would like to know the clue, shoot me an email.

Neil Gaimain sighting?
And, oh, the ship...it was a 100-year-old black-gone-to-gunmetal grey cargo behemoth called the Neverwhere, dented and pocketed by decades of brutal sandstorms and sunworn journeys across the massive wasteland of loose white sand that separated one side of the Skillet basin from the other.
(page 40, chapter 9)


Series:
Ace of Spades
Queen of Hearts
Book 3 - title not yet known (to me)

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8 Card Kit
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