An October Daye novel ; # 7 Part of my RIP IX reading. Goblin fruit is a pleasant drug for the fae, if they are pureblood that is. Changelings only need to taste it once and they are addicted. It always kills them in the end. And for humans it is pretty much instantly fatal. […]
An October Daye Novel ; 5. Generalised spoiler warning in effect for the first four books, because, well obviously. Toby has come along way since we met her back in Rosemary and Rue. Back then she was keeping her head down, avoiding her past, not thinking about her future. She wasn’t really doing much past […]
An October Daye novel #3 Originally read for the Once Upon a Time VI challenge, 18th May 2012 reread for OUaT 8, 22 June 2014 And on my reread I enjoyed a huge amount more than I did first time around. I’m bumping it up to 8 Stars October Daye, she’d much prefer you call […]
An October Daye novel #1 Reread in May 2014, also for this year’s Once Upon a Time Challenge. And it was just as enjoyable the second time round. Toby has a wonderful voice and character. Read for the Once Upon a Time VI challenge In 1995 October Daye made a mistake. Trailing a “bad guy” […]
An October Daye novel #2 A another reread for this year’s OUaT challenge, originally read for the Once Upon a Time VI challenge October Daye is a changeling. Her mother is Amandine of the Daoine Sidhe, and her father was a mortal man. She works as a private investigator but she also a knight for […]
It is 1920’s Los Angeles and single mother Christine Collins is trying to raise her boy. One Sat she is called in to work and when she returns home little Walter Collins is nowhere to be found. The police set about looking and eventually, after 5 months they bring him back. Only the boy they return to Christine is different; she is, however, informed that those changes are the result of her shock and the boys trauma. Why it is quite the done thing for a boy to shrink 4 inches as a result of such a horrifying encounter. And circumcised now you say? Well it is healthy, and who knows what that drifter may have been thinking. Ms. Collins is not about to rest however. She wants her boy back.
The ghoul lady takes out her white linen handkerchief and uses one corner to dab at her watering left eye. It’s an old wound, a relic of her spent and reckless youth, but it still bothers her sometimes, especially when the weather Above is wet.
I bought this on impulse. I vaguely recalled seeing the author’s name mentioned on Neil Gaiman’s blog. And it has an interesting title. Then again I was put off by the cover, and the fact that it seems to be the third in a ‘verse of books. Not a series though, so in the end I decided what the hell and shelled out the cash.