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Short Fiction Friday: That Seriously Obnoxious Time I Was Stuck at Witch Rimelda’s One Hundredth Birthday Party

That Seriously Obnoxious Time I Was Stuck at Witch Rimelda’s One Hundredth Birthday Party by Tina Connolly  “That Seriously Obnoxious Time I Was Stuck at Witch Rimelda’s One Hundredth Birthday Party” is a seriously funny story set in the world of Seriously Wicked, a young adult fantasy novel by the acclaimed author of Ironskin. Get ready to embrace your angsty inner witch at a pool party teeming with krakens, hexes, and cursed banana bread. What caught my attention of this story was the title, I read some stories previously that had similar playful and funny titles that proved a whole lot of fun. Now I am not familiar with the series of Seriously Wicked but didn't let that stop me from reading this story.  That Seriously Obnoxious Time tells how awful Camellia is experiencing the birthday of a friend of Sarmine. The Witch who is currently training her in the finer arts of witchcraft. She was already at reason 572, so you can quite imagine that she isn't having the best ...

Excerpt: Silverblind by Tina Connolly

Excerpt: Silverblind by Tina Connolly   Chapter 1 INTERVIEW Adora Rochart had not called on her fey side for nearly a decade, except for the merest gloss of power that helped keep her unnoticeable: allowed her to slip onto trolleys without paying, to slip under the radar, and incidentally to keep breathing. When the fey had showed her how to extract the blue from her system, they advised her to keep the tiniest film of fey dust about her. There was no other creature such as she: no other half-human, half-fey, and on many things the fey could not advise her. But the Monday morning she went to her job interviews—that morning, for the first time in seven years, she unlocked the copper box of concentrated blue, and dipped her fingers in it. More than the dusting she had had. Far, far less than her whole self. The blue must have sparkled on her fingers before being absorbed. Surely it must have tingled. But mostly, we may never know—why that particular morning, did s...