I have me some catching up to do with her series with Sacrificial Magic #5 and Chasing Magic #6.
I keep getting them from the library and running out of time to read them. So I MUST !!
Chess is one of my top three chick leads of all my reading in any genre. She is awesome and Terrible ( yes that is his name) is your most unlikely male lead. He is brilliantly written.
LOVE this cover!
LOVE this cover!
This is Urban Fantasy I think at its best. If you haven't cottoned on to this series, well, I HIGHLY recommend it.
You can check my reviews and even an interview I have with Stacia out from the left side bar. Just click on her author name and scroll down and read.
This cover is a commissioned painting by artist Alessandra Kelley. (Sometime soon I'm planning to have Alessandra here to discuss the process and how the image went from concept to final cover). Seriously, guys, she drew this. And painted it. By hand. From scratch, as it were. Isn't that amazing?
The font is called "Dirty Ego" and was designed by Eduardo Recife at Misprinted Type.
Release date to announce SOON!
His phone beeped. A text.
From Sela. “Home alone. Bored and lonely.”
He knew what that meant. She probably already had her clothes off; she usually did, when she sent texts like that. Specially when she’d been drinking some, which he guessed she had been with them shrieky dames she hung around.
“Something wrong?” Chess asked.
He glanced at her, glanced at the phone, and set it back down. He could tell Sela he was busy when he got it, be why he ain’t answered. “Naw, naw, just sayin no problems this night.”
“So what’s happening with that?”
He hesitated. He had to be careful what he told her, causen of what Bump might say, and causen he ain’t wanted to give her anything might upset her, when she already weren’t in a great mood.
She mistook his hesitation, and said real fast, “I mean, if you can talk about it. I know—”
“Naw, naw, ain’t that. Just ain’t got more to say on, dig. Almost done up. More worried on Slobag, him sneakin over here make trouble, dig.”
“He’s getting past the border streets? I thought you guys had people watching for that.”
A second’s calculation, before he made the decision. Ain’t like it mattered. Chess kept she mouth shut. And she weren’t gonna try going down there sheself; witches ain’t liked the downs. Ghosts were more powerful underground, she said. “Using them tunnels. Run all under everywhere.”
She hesitated with the water bottle right in front of her lips. The way she held it made her shirt gap at the neck; he ain’t could see the bite-mark anymore. Make-up, maybe, or maybe she did some spell or something to hide it. She could do shit like that. She could do anything. “I thought those were a myth.”
“Naw. Them real. Only no point starting fighting over em, aye? Just keepin eyes out. Figure one day we use em. Til then letting Slobag an they think them got one over, dig.”
She smiled. Aye, whatever she took were hitting her. “Are you ever not having to think about every little thing you do, and have strategies in place and shit like that?”
He cocked his eyebrow. “Like you ain’t do the same.”
“Yeah, but only when I’m working.” She looked at him, caught the raised brow, smiled bigger. “Or, well, okay, maybe not only then. But at least sometimes I’m not working. You always are.”
“Not here.” He glanced around, wished again his place were nicer. It suited him fine, and part of the reason he’d picked it was the lack of walls, the lack of places people could hide, but still. And it was cold, he thought; the back of his neck felt cold, and he reached up to cover it. “Only place I ain’t gotta do shit, aye? An ain’t gotta look over my shoulder, see who’s comin up behind, who’s giving me the try. Only place I’m relaxing, dig.”
“Yeah,” she said. Softly. All of the sudden they ain’t were teasing anymore. “I guess you have to be really careful, huh. The second you let your guard down… You never know what people are planning to do.”
He nodded. His turn to feel all awkward, he guessed. Never could decide if it made him feel good or embarrassed when she knew what he meant so fast on shit like that. When she understood what he meant. Like she knew him. She knew him better than anybody else, he figured, cepting Bump. Maybe even better than Bump.
"Stacia Kane has upped the stakes for all those writing in the urban fantasy genre — UNHOLY GHOSTS is gripping and brilliant." --FantasyLiterature.com
"taking paranormal fantasy to another level right before our eyes." --Barnes & Noble Explorations
"UNHOLY MAGIC spits on gritty and calls its mother names." --Fiction Vixen
"The ultimate Bible of badassery." --Ann Aguirre, National Bestselling Author of SKIN DEEP