Patricia’s first love was Terry Pratchett. Twenty years later, that still shows in a lot of her writing. Though she’s also there for epic high fantasy and for urban fantasy. So here be a bit of everything – before long, that’ll also include science fiction. Obviously, there will be lots of lesbian fantasy stories. Those, after all, provide the rare opportunity to tell stories that haven’t been told like that before. There’ll also be some where sexual identity is just irrelevant, though.
The Temple Treasure
Since Rhi has no special talents or skills whatsoever, she is the perfect choice for a scapegoat when the Forest Rebels attack her home. So while the rest of her family run for safety, she ends up a prisoner. In the rain. Trying to fool a bunch of criminals into thinking that she is the famous Oracle of Byrn. Suffice to say she’s had better days.
Ahh yes, this story. I’m always quick to change a story that doesn’t work for the audience, but I’ve always had trouble pinpointing what’s wrong with this one, other than knowing that there is something. One reader told me it takes too abrupt a turn from funny to serious, which I get, sort of, thing is just that I don’t mind it myself. My publisher suggested that what’s lacking is a romance. (“Between who?” I asked, confused. – “Between Rhi and the rebel leader,” she replied, as if it were obvious. – “The rebel leader has rotten teeth,” I said. I bet she slashes Severus Snape, too.) Anyway, all that just means that this story is uniquely qualified to serve as free content for you, my dear readers. Can’t sell it, gotta give it as a gift instead – obviously. I hope it works for y’all.
Bad enough that Simone had to pretty much flee to Boston when the German demon community didn’t understand her master thesis. When she scores a date with a beautiful woman upon arriving in the land of endless possibilities, she should have known that yet another demon secret service would have had a hand in that, eagerly waiting to ruin more of her life.
Same ‘verse as A Gift of Words, but considerably more bananas, the Linguist Blues is an example of a kind of story that I’m sorry to say is my number one staple these days – exasperated first person narrator undergoing plot while rolling her eyes at the sky and asking how this is her life. (see also: Paula Gets A Pony Ranch under general fiction) Though the Linguist Blues also goes back a long, long way to a self-insert prompt I once took in a fandom challenge. So you could say there’s no character more like me than Simone. Poor woman.
A Gift of Words
The community of the Boston demon clans does not have words for what Hekate Lorca and her clan leader Cal do with each other whenever they meet up alone. Everything changes, however, when they stumble upon a human Christmas fair and observe two kissing women.
Sexual discovery stories are super out, did you notice that? I haven’t seen one around for ages – I guess there used to be so many that the “Shit, am I gay?” thing just got old. And God knows the majority of reviews I ever got for this story started with, “Ugh, not again”… though I’m happy to report they tend to end on, “…that was surprisingly good.” Anyway, when I wrote this story, I had fun setting it in 1994, a time when that trope – and that issue – was still very, very real and personal for queers more often than not. Long story short, this is set in the same ‘verse as Linguist Blues, although it does not share the other story’s cracky touch. It’s also a prequel to a novel that’ll get written, one day, dammit. Just not, well. Not now.
It should also be mentioned that A Gift of Words was first published in the holiday anthology Do You Feel What I Feel by Ylva Publishing, a charity project to donate money for homeless LGBT youths. So if you’d rather read lesfic by multiple authors, go there. And if you want to do a good thing by spending a little bit of money, definitely go there.
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