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Title: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Thea on July 30, 2007, 04:50:11 am
Tinker is the first book and Wolf Who Rules is the second book.
These are really fun books about a young woman who is a genius and the world has magic and science in a wonderful blend.
Elves, Oni, Dragons, Tengu, and Physics applied to magic.

Tinker is a really different type of main character. You will love the Elves, Wolf Who Rules and Galloping Storm Horse on Wind...
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: SF on July 30, 2007, 10:30:13 am
Yea this is a unique main character. Im still trying to get the second book :( my library is a little slow on getting books
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: dlm1065 on July 30, 2007, 03:11:54 pm
Awesome books. No telling how long till a 3rd in the series though *sigh* so obvious so many questions left to be answered that you want to know about I just hope she writes a third book.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Elle on August 01, 2007, 12:41:01 pm
Has anyone read any of her Ukiah Oregon series? Aliens and variations on werewolves. Good stuff.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Thea on August 06, 2007, 06:23:33 am
Yes, I liked the Ukiah stories (I never finished the last one though)
it was a GREAT idea for scifi
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on August 14, 2007, 09:20:58 am
I devoured Tinker! I think I must've read it three times in two weeks. Then I was at the bookstore the very first day that Wolf Who Rules was released. I just love those books. I also loved her Ukiah Oregon series, too. I do believe that is one original series!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: AnemicOak on August 15, 2007, 11:22:54 am
Absolutely loved both Tinker and Wolf Who Rules.  It'd be great if she write more in the series.

I have the first Ukiah Oregon book in my TBR pile, but haven't gotten to it yet.  Everyone tells me they're really good too though.


She has a new book, Endless Blue, coming out in December that sounds interesting.



~Brian
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Has on August 17, 2007, 09:38:07 am
I love Tinker and I am waiting till Wolf who Rules is out in paperback.

But I found the blurb to Endless Blue from Wen's site  :)

http://www.wenspencer.com/
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: jackie on August 17, 2007, 09:41:22 am
I wnet out looking, but took me a couple of stores to find her.  (none in the library here yet)  I found Tinker and Bitter Watter (Ukiah Oregon).  I really liked both.   Thanks guys!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on August 18, 2007, 06:46:31 pm
Current theory is that there won't be a 3rd Tinker book, although it's open to change.  The other forum I go to says she's tired of writing in that world, it's too hard to go back to the same one, where the rules are set in cement.
I really adore the Ukiah series, bought a 2nd copy of the first when I'd lent it out & needed to read it again (about the 4th time).

Have you read "A Brother's Price"?  I've a sister whimpering for a 2nd book in that world.  1 male to 10+ females, cloistered like a sultan's harem girls...
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: evaki on August 19, 2007, 05:16:23 pm
Current theory is that there won't be a 3rd Tinker book, although it's open to change.  The other forum I go to says she's tired of writing in that world, it's too hard to go back to the same one, where the rules are set in cement.


That would be a real shame.  I loved Tinker and WWWR.  Did WS actually give an interview and talk about the Tinker series?  Or are people speculating because she has taken so long and finished another book (Endless Blue) instead of picking up with the series?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on August 19, 2007, 09:34:17 pm
I can't say for certain, Evaki.  I'm repeating what I remember from the 'Tinkers Dam' site on the Baen's Bar forum.  This is what people who have met her at cons or have (presumably) some other in with her say, for the most part, although I believe I remember her having posted there at least once herself.  In fact, if you went over there & poked around, you might find some of my babbling in various sub threads.
I'm all for more of 'em, o'course.  But I'm really more of an affecinado of Ukiah & co.  It cracked me up that the dates in the first one were just a couple of years ahead of the publication date.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: evaki on August 20, 2007, 04:32:11 pm
Patti, Thanks for the heads up and the pointer towards Tinker's Dam.  I love finding forums dedicated to books I like.  Hence the reason I came here to scope out the forums.  ;)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Elle on August 20, 2007, 07:53:28 pm
I really enjoyed the Ukiah books. Has anyone heard whether or not Wen is writing more? It just seems like she's stopped with that series.  :-\
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on August 21, 2007, 07:02:16 am
I really enjoyed the Ukiah books. Has anyone heard whether or not Wen is writing more? It just seems like she's stopped with that series.  :-\

I recall reading that she's not ruling it out, but that she wanted to write in some other worlds, first. So it's a possibility, but no plans as yet.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Elle on August 21, 2007, 05:33:10 pm
Thanks Cerulean,

That gives me some hope. :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on August 24, 2007, 01:15:33 am
Hey, Evaki, did you see where someone saw a news article about a fire near Pendleton Oregon & thought (Well, alright, it was near Ukiah) 'why doesn't he move?'  I giggled a bit. 
The person continued, something like 'can you think too much about the books?'
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: evaki on August 25, 2007, 05:28:44 am
Hey, Evaki, did you see where someone saw a news article about a fire near Pendleton Oregon & thought (Well, alright, it was near Ukiah) 'why doesn't he move?'  I giggled a bit. 
The person continued, something like 'can you think too much about the books?'

The day I went over and registered they seemed to be having some technical difficulties as every forum I went to I got an error message.  But I haven't been back since.  I have to go check it out now.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on August 25, 2007, 08:50:14 am
Please do.  I think they were getting that because of something like a full buffer?  Anyway, they've trimmed off a bunch of the older stuff & it's responding better now.  Sometimes giving it a moment, standing to stretch or something, & then hitting the 'refresh' button will do the job.
There's lots of good stuff over there.  I even put in my mom's almost foolproof fudge recepie.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: evaki on August 25, 2007, 11:06:46 am
I did go back, I even posted and got a response from Wen herself.  check out the forum that says something to the effect "Endless Blue pending, what's next."
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on August 31, 2007, 07:39:42 am
Good good. ;D  It's always nice when the authors give individual attention.  Sort of a mixed blessing, because it takes time away from writing the good stuff we want to pay them for. :D :D
Did you look at any of the other things?  I like the story fragments made up for what's happening at the virtual Diner & Tavern.
And please tell me you read the Liadan Universe (TM) (or is it (R)?) by Sharon Lee & Steve Miller?  They post at Binjali's sub forum over there too.  No-one here seems to have anything to say about their work.
"Plan B is in effect.  Speak to me of danger, do!"
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: evaki on September 04, 2007, 03:03:23 pm
Have you checked out Wen Spencer's blog about deciding her next project.  So many people voted for a Tinker book, she had to ask them to stop.  No I have not read any of the Liadan Universe.  (I am currently way to engrossed in Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series and loving it.)  What is the general premise of the Liadan Universe?  It maybe up my alley.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 04, 2007, 08:12:52 pm
Hmm, you put me on my mettle here.  How to give you some idea without committing spoiler?
Well, first, let me say that the 3 earliest written books take place in what's called the 1300's Standard.  The thing is, they've written some back history since then, & may well continue to jump around the timeline.

I'll put it like this.  In the duology Chrystal Soldier & Chrystal Dragon, we learn of a great menace that has repercussions that aren't understood at probably more than 1500 years later.  (I suspect that there are at least a couple of hundred years unaccounted for before the 'Standard' chronology was begun.)

If you start with 'Agent of Change', the first written, you find there seem to be three types of humanity.  Terrans (or terran decended) who run to 5'5" up to 6'4" more or less, then the Liadans, who are more 4'7"ish to 5' even, for a tall specimin.  They have 'golden' skin, & the men don't grow facial hair.  Then there are the Yxtrang, who seem to have moved toward brutishness, & hunt the rest of us.
Oh, and there are Clutch Turtles.  We meet a hasty young fellow called Edger, who is a mere 800 years of age.  It's space opera, at least to start.  It gets deeper & more complicated as the series progresses.

The most unlikely people tend to meet & fall in love in this universe, they really do.  And if you've read any Georgette Heyer, many of the situations & patterns of speech will seem familiar.  There's some excellent humor, too.

And there I'll stop, before (hopefully before, anyway) I say too much.   Thank you for asking, I really think these authors are as good & underappreciated as Mrs. Briggs.  I'd actually think it would be hilarious if they wrote something together.  I mean the readers would be rolling on the floor laughing with joy.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Thea on September 22, 2007, 06:14:29 pm
I love Lee & Miller and I am reading the online novel.

I must admit, I really wanted Wen to write another Tinker book!!!!! I want more Pony  ;D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 22, 2007, 08:25:40 pm
And Oilcan!  I want him to get a serious romantic entanglement.  Not to mention the bike races.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: ForGetMeNot on September 24, 2007, 04:23:34 pm
Thank you everyone I just added 'Wolf Who Rules' to my wishlist for October.   ;D

Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 04, 2007, 08:06:37 pm
It's out in mass market paper now, I saw it today.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: jackie on November 05, 2007, 05:11:31 am
Yup,  just bought it and read it in the last few days.  I didn't like it as well as Tinker, but it was quite good.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on November 29, 2007, 03:11:35 pm
I really enjoyed the Ukiah books. Has anyone heard whether or not Wen is writing more? It just seems like she's stopped with that series.  :-\

I recall reading that she's not ruling it out, but that she wanted to write in some other worlds, first. So it's a possibility, but no plans as yet.

I understand that the demand for the Ukiah books weren't high enough for her to keep writing them.  Personally, I'm sorry she stopped.  Loved them.  And I think there are a total of 4 on the Ukiah books.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on December 15, 2007, 09:37:17 am
Has anyone read Endless Blue, yet? I've seen it in the stores, but I haven't bought it. It's hardcover and in a new universe, so I'm not sure I want to commit, yet.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Thea on December 15, 2007, 09:10:10 pm
I am part way through and I promise to post my take on this one.
So far it is very hard sci-fi-ish, but it is getting characters now that are interesting...
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on December 16, 2007, 03:00:53 pm
Haven't read it, but got a snippet over at the other forum.  As usual, she makes you turn your thinking on it's head.
Oh, and I just read a thread over there where they list where you can read a couple of short stories set in that world!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Has on December 18, 2007, 07:55:05 am
I got Wolf who Rules several months ago but I never got round to reading it yet- I dont think I can get Endless Blue its in hardback - I think I will wait till I can get it in paperback.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Rob on December 25, 2007, 04:52:46 pm
I've just finished reading Tinker and Wolf Who Rules....I loved them....does anyone know if she's got any plans to write anymore books about Tinker?  I looked on her website, but I didn't see anything about what she's working on or other future projects.  I hope she is.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on December 25, 2007, 07:05:14 pm
The information on it varies.  What I've heard is that there are a couple of short stories, (see above) but for a couple of reasons she's not planning on going back any time soon.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on December 31, 2007, 03:50:46 pm
I've finally read A Brother's Price. As much as I love Spencer, I'm feeling ambivalent towards this book. I may have to keep it around and read it again .... I liked how she upended the gender roles, yet I didn't like that they were so oppressive to begin with. Plus, I thought the romance was too quick. They fell in love waaay too quickly.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: jackie on January 01, 2008, 02:55:45 pm
Wen has definitely done better than The Brother's Price  But that still leaves room for a darn good book.  It is definitely weak in the relationship building between the rommance subjects and there are aspects of the that I plain don't like.  But it is good speculative fiction.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on January 01, 2008, 04:32:01 pm
Wen has definitely done better than The Brother's Price  But that still leaves room for a darn good book.  It is definitely weak in the relationship building between the rommance subjects and there are aspects of the that I plain don't like.  But it is good speculative fiction.

Exactly - you said it much better! Thanks :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Perkinator on January 04, 2008, 10:56:01 am
My 2 cents.

Ok..I love Ukiah Oregon, Tinker and Wolf Who Rules! Who wouldn't want their own Windwolf? And Tinker is just amazing. It might have just been me, but I didn't care for Endless Blue.  I just couldn't get motivated about the characters, so it might have just been me.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 04, 2008, 12:49:35 pm
Nah, it's whatever floats your boat. Some books by an author grab you, while others by the same person leave you flat.  Asimov mysteries? yes!  Foundation series?  no.  Like that.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: FireCatZ on January 06, 2008, 09:21:49 pm
I keep checking her web site but have not seen anything.

http://www.wenspencer.com/index.html
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: jackie on January 07, 2008, 05:47:47 pm
I liked Endless Blue myself.  The Misha is going to develop into a cool character, as is Eraphie, I think.  I love the gods and their take on mysticism and faith.  With fiction, we use lies to tell  Truths.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 07, 2008, 05:59:01 pm
   With fiction, we use lies to tell  Truths.
You should use that as a sig line, Jackie!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: jackie on January 07, 2008, 06:01:06 pm
I do say that a lot don't I? ::)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: rox_squirrel on June 01, 2008, 04:08:56 pm
i absolutely loved tinker and wolf who rules and wish there were more of the books in the works.  i also really liked the ukiah oregon series and wish there were more of those too.   ;D  i want ukiah's brother to meet his moms and his son as well as his partner.  i think it would be very interesting and entertaining to read
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on June 01, 2008, 04:53:45 pm
There's a rumor of a 3rd Tinker book, & there are a couple of short stories in that world available through Baen internet book sales.
I'd like to know how the families merge, or not, for Ukiah & Atticus too, but with the main Ontongard & Ae menaces dealt with, where do they go without it feeling like anticlimax?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Rob on June 01, 2008, 04:55:22 pm
Don't get my hopes up, Patti....you know how I feel about the Tinker books....
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: rox_squirrel on June 01, 2008, 05:13:59 pm
i would love a third book!

for the Ukiah books though, i'm sure the ontongard won't give up that easily.  i'm positive they/it/? can think of some other master devious plan to take over the world and kill all the humans  :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on June 01, 2008, 05:22:04 pm
You mean, just because the Ae didn't survive, they can't make more?  Given the time to make the tools to make the weapon?  Which, of course the Ontongard have.
Sorry, Rob.  I saw it over at Baen's, but it's something I'd put from my mind, if I had your feelings about it, it's too far in the future.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: rox_squirrel on June 01, 2008, 06:18:50 pm
maybe not the Ae per se, but something else diabolical and eeeeviiiiiillllllll.  the ontongard is supposed to be at least somewhat smart and i'm sure they can come up with other ways of trying to wake the sleepers and trying to take over the world (at least they can as soon as their author comes up with something ;D).  what would Rennie do anyway if the battle was over and done with.  for some reason i cannot picture him or pretty much any other member of the Pack working in an office building
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on June 01, 2008, 06:43:12 pm
Okay, they can't wake the sleepers, the sleepers were blown up.  But they could root around in their genetic memory & ome up with some other weapon,quite true.  Remember, the Ontongard aren't really smart, per se, or they'd be able to figure out how to imitate normal human behavior better.
And you're right about the Pack, office r not them.  But there are other jobs.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: rox_squirrel on June 01, 2008, 06:45:13 pm
part of me just can't see them settling down though  :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on June 01, 2008, 07:29:35 pm
Some for sure!  Can you imagine Degas?!  Others might, after a fashion.  Consider John McCain, of Die Hard. . .  And they wouldn't have the aging issues if it came back at them again.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mdauben on July 19, 2008, 09:09:40 am
Ok..I love Ukiah Oregon, Tinker and Wolf Who Rules! Who wouldn't want their own Windwolf? And Tinker is just amazing. It might have just been me, but I didn't care for Endless Blue.  I just couldn't get motivated about the characters, so it might have just been me.

I have not read any of the Ukiah Oregon books(s), but I too loved Tinker and Wolf Who Rules and wish the author would stop dancing around and do a sequel to those stories.  ;)

I kind of share your opinion on Endless Blue as I had a hard time connecting with the characters at first, and when they finally started to click the book came to a jaring halt.  It was almost like the story was being set up for a series, and then the author changed her mind at the end and had to tie up as much as possible in the last few chapters.  ???
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 21, 2008, 04:18:53 pm
On Ukiah and Prime's get, I thought of some other possiblities. Invent another alien menace; could the Ontongard be the only ones?
Shoot what if there was another sport like Prime, but paranoid & wanting to be rid of the other Ontongard & any other offspring?
How about an alien race that hunts Ontongard sucessfully, & catches their 'scent' on Earth, then has to be convinced that they don't have to kill all of them?  I think that one would rock, and could go on for some volumes.  Ontongard hunting in Europe, Asia, Africa, anyone?  What would those aliens look like?  How hard would they be to disguise to move among Terra's masses?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: OTenshi on September 21, 2008, 04:40:12 pm
In the books she implies that there are other alien races, so why not?  I think that they would be radically different in behavior, so there would be a learning curve to find them, maybe. 
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 21, 2008, 04:50:38 pm
Well, I don't think any of the Pack intends to get humans into space any time soon, they know some of the dangers.
The Ontongard don't want *us* in space, what they/it want is more backup to take us & essentially eat us.  Other races may or may not see us as food, or as allies.  Or slaves, beasts of burden, brood carriers. . . the list is diverse.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: OTenshi on September 21, 2008, 04:54:37 pm
*happy shivers*

I know.  Maybe the other species would track them down in order to get a better knowledge of how to fight the Ontguard?  Insider information, but with potentialy catastrophic results since they can't be sure what's happening on Earth when they approach?  Maybe they were monitoring the spread of Ontguard and noticed the decline on Earth, went to investigate, and couldn't deside if the DB's were friend or foe?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 21, 2008, 05:13:50 pm
By DBs, do you mean Pack?  Prime's Get?  Yep.  The information being broadcast from Terra is ambiguous at best regarding who & what is in charge, for an alien race to try to figure out if ONE predator race is there, let alone a rebel offshoot of it would be awfully difficult.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: OTenshi on September 21, 2008, 05:41:38 pm
I mean the Pack, but more specifically Prime's two 'clones', since they tend to be the focus of the Pack.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 21, 2008, 05:45:57 pm
Ukiah & Atticus aren't clones; they're breeders, specifically engineered to be 1/2 alien & 1/2 Terran.
The others of the pack are closer to clones, since they're colonized by his 'blood'.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: OTenshi on September 21, 2008, 05:48:32 pm
Shhh, don't argue with the Dayquil!

Hehe, yeah I got them backwards there, sorry.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 21, 2008, 06:13:43 pm
I have that effect on people, make them say the opposite of what they mean, from time to time.  Dumb superpower, huh?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: OTenshi on September 21, 2008, 08:17:36 pm
I don't know, it would work wonders if you were a lawyer. (http://www.anikaos.com/0034-purple-kao-ani/purple-hikahaha.gif)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 21, 2008, 08:19:07 pm
Bite your tongue!  None of that language around here!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 27, 2008, 02:29:53 pm
Oh, we had some speculations on what could be done by this author on the "Ukiah Oregon" stories.

Invent another alien menace; could the Ontongard be the only ones?
Shoot what if there was another sport like Prime, but paranoid & wanting to be rid of the other Ontongard & any other offspring?
How about an alien race that hunts Ontongard sucessfully, & catches their 'scent' on Earth, then has to be convinced that they don't have to kill all of them?  I think that one would rock, and could go on for some volumes.  Ontongard hunting in Europe, Asia, Africa, anyone?  What would those aliens look like?  How hard would they be to disguise to move among Terra's masses
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: rox_squirrel on October 26, 2008, 05:29:59 pm
that reaches the question of how far the Ontongard (sp?) really ended up spreading.
it would be cool to have more interaction between Atticus, Ukiah, and there respective families/significant others, as well as Ukiah's 'son'
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: ArtAngel on October 27, 2008, 06:16:32 pm
I read Tinker and Wolf Who Rules. I really enjoyed them and hopes she writes another one.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: OTenshi on October 27, 2008, 06:17:54 pm
We all did, and do!  SO yummy!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Thea on November 04, 2008, 09:31:20 am
did anyone read her newest book:
Endless Blue?
It was the first Spencer I did not like  :-[
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Has on November 04, 2008, 09:48:46 am
I was waiting till the paperback comes out- although I have read the reviews were mixed about this book.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: jackie on November 04, 2008, 08:46:12 pm
I liked Endless Blue.  It took me a while to get my head around the world she created: and one of her main characters is depressed - near suicidal, in fact.  Depressed people are often hard to like or be sympathetic with in real life too, so I guess her characterization was good. ;)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on November 09, 2008, 07:01:16 am
As much as I like Wen Spencer's books, Endless Blue is the first one I simply couldn't get into, much less finish.  It's a shame.  She's such a good writer.  Kept the book and maybe one day I'll try it again.

Has anyone heard what she is currently working on?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: jackie on November 09, 2008, 09:50:34 am
She just wnt through a particularly hard time personally and hasn't been writing much.  She just got back to blogging if you're interested, google her and you'll find her site.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: rox_squirrel on November 09, 2008, 12:40:36 pm
i hope whatever was happening in her life improves. i can't wait for more of her books.  i need to get Endless Blue from my library at some point
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Thea on December 24, 2008, 02:39:21 am
I agree Endless BLue was just disappointing  :-X
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 28, 2010, 07:03:46 pm
According to her blob she is writing a new Tinker novel.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: charmed on June 28, 2010, 07:09:11 pm
her blob? is that anything like a blog? :D :D Sorry, it was too funny to resist. :P
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on June 28, 2010, 07:13:04 pm
I've been reading the rumor about that at Baen's Bar.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 29, 2010, 05:55:22 am
her blob? is that anything like a blog? :D :D Sorry, it was too funny to resist. :P

Darn spell check. >:( Won't tell me I'm typing the wrong word!    9)

I've been reading the rumor about that at Baen's Bar.

Snippets here.

http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Has on June 29, 2010, 10:59:21 am
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG WHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on June 29, 2010, 04:44:55 pm
Wooo HOOO!! More Tinker, Wolf, Pony, & Oilcan :)  bOuNcY
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: ArtAngel on June 29, 2010, 05:18:46 pm
 bOuNcY bOuNcY bOuNcY bOuNcY

Thanks for the good news!!!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on June 30, 2010, 05:34:04 am
Any idea of when this might be published? I didn't see anything on her blog.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on July 30, 2010, 08:28:40 am
I didn't see any kind of dates either, but finally read the snippets.  Yum!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on October 03, 2010, 06:57:29 am
Elfhome (tentative title) will be out at the end of 2011. Second fantasy book contract (not a Tinker novel) has also been signed.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Has on October 03, 2010, 09:21:39 am
Ohh Thank you Janilee - I was actually on her blog trying to find info about this book :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 15, 2010, 02:30:21 pm
She's also in the process of moving to Hawaii.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 25, 2011, 09:07:30 pm
But wait there's more - Toni is a really nice person as well as being
a pu[bli]sher who believes in free samples as bait (grin).
And obviously Wen is also nice and kind and enlightened with regards
to such things.

Thus both these Wen Spencer stories are legally available online for free.

For Blue Sky
http://baencd.thefifthimperium.com/13-TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/Vol%201%20Num%202/1932093002___7.htm

Protection Money
http://baencd.thefifthimperium.com/13-TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/Vol%201%20Num%203/1932093003___9.htm
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on March 18, 2011, 01:20:52 am
A snippette from Elfhome http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/100851.html
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: wizardbear on April 01, 2011, 07:35:24 pm
According to her blog, Elfhome was due yesterday. So ... countdown begins ... tick tick tick ...

http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on May 16, 2011, 09:03:19 am
http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/101175.html  Good news, check it out.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on May 16, 2011, 09:31:31 am
Thanks Janilee!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on May 16, 2011, 09:38:32 am
Um... You're welcome. May I ask for what? :-\
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on May 16, 2011, 09:42:43 am
http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/duhh-funny-dog-loldogs.jpg

That was my first thought too.(I think she just noticed the snippet link.)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on May 16, 2011, 09:43:34 am
Oops. I think I got confused  :-[ I have several windows open and I seem to have read one of your posts in another window and then thought you were the one posting here....  9) Teach me to keep track of what I am reading where. LOL

Thanks Patti  :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on May 16, 2011, 09:49:05 am
O.K., I've been confused in the past and expect it to happen again.  LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 02, 2012, 05:53:15 am
There is a snippet of "Elfhome" on her face book page.  I don't facebook, just found it on Baen's Bar, so have fun.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 02, 2012, 06:15:24 am
Humph, won't let me in either place without joining!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 02, 2012, 06:19:16 am
Baen's is fun, and while of course they push their books, there ARE a lot of good authors there to choose from; many of them post there frequently.  Not as often as they did before this iteration of the Bar, because this software/carrier blows chunks, but they are supposedly in beta testing for yet a different version that shouldn't have these issues.  You can get some cool snippets. 
I'll see if I can bring over the link, or request permission to copy over the snippet; someone there did paste it on the Baen-site's thread.

Link to Elfhome snippet:  https://www.facebook.com/wen.spencer

Links to 3 Tinker shorts:
http://baencd.thefifthimperium.com/13-
TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/

For Blue Sky
Jim Baen's Universe-Vol 1 Num 2
http://baencd.thefifthimperium.com/13-
TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/Vol%201%20Num%202/1932093002___7.htm


Protection Money
Jim Baen's Universe-Vol 1 Num 3
http://baencd.thefifthimperium...203/1932093003___9.htm

Quote from Wen's facebook: "I said I had handed in Book #3, ELFHOME. Yes, there will be a book #4, but currently I'm working on a contempory fantasy based in Japan."
August 29 at 6:54pm (per someone at Baen's Bar)

Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Has on January 02, 2012, 10:35:50 am
The e-arc is available right now but its 15 dollars and there's a full excerpt too

http://www.baenebooks.com/chapters/A9781451637830/A9781451637830.htm?blurb

Not keen on the cover though.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 02, 2012, 10:49:47 am
Ah! Thank you both!  :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 07, 2012, 06:32:30 am

Links to 3 Tinker shorts:
http://baencd.thefifthimperium.com/13-
TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/TheBestofJimBaensUniverseCD/


This link does not work for me Patti, it gives a page not found 404 error. :(
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 07, 2012, 09:13:05 am
Darn... Try searching "the Fifth Imperium" and from there you should be able to find the stories.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 07, 2012, 09:21:24 am
I did find the other two though :) thanks. The three shorts in that link are different ones?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 07, 2012, 09:22:24 am
Yes.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 07, 2012, 09:23:35 am
I decided to download that whole cd. Most of the stories are by people whose writing I enjoy :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 07, 2012, 09:31:05 am
From what I saw in the ARC it looks like at least one of the stories will be retold in the novel.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 07, 2012, 11:36:30 am
I think I am not good at looking. I can only find Protection Money and For Blue. Did I misunderstand? Wasn't there supposed to be three more Tinker stories? *Confused*
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 07, 2012, 11:40:07 am
Those are two of the three, I believe.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 07, 2012, 11:41:34 am
Ah, then I did misunderstand a bit. Cannot for the life of me find the third one though.  ??? It was on the same cd wasn't it?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 07, 2012, 11:49:09 am
Okay, I don't have the least idea how the site works; I poked at it a couple of minutes and it's opaque to me.  Sorry.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 07, 2012, 11:57:13 am
No worries, I will find it eventually.   I hope :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 07, 2012, 12:13:04 pm
The only two that I ever found were For Blue Sky and Protection Money.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 07, 2012, 12:14:21 pm
Perhaps there only is two? LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 07, 2012, 12:15:47 pm
Protection Money seems to be written into Elfhome and For Blue Sky seems to be a prequel to Elfhome.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 10, 2012, 10:30:19 am
Uhoh. I went and read the sample on Baen.....

Is it July yet?!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 10, 2012, 10:47:25 am
Nope, cause I'm waiting too! LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 10, 2012, 10:48:06 am
No July until March!  Fair Game first.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 10, 2012, 10:52:51 am
That is right :D

Is it March?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mdauben on February 05, 2012, 10:20:31 am
The e-arc is available right now but its 15 dollars and there's a full excerpt too

http://www.baenebooks.com/chapters/A9781451637830/A9781451637830.htm?blurb

Not keen on the cover though.
After waiting so long for this sequel, I could not wait any longer so I put up the $15 for the eARC.  Overall, its a great addition to the Tinker universe with lots of action and interesting characters.  Oil Can plays a more important role here than he does previously, too.  I would imagine any fans of the first two books will like this one.

I have to agree though, I don't care much for the cover either.  Neither Tinker nor Impatience look quite right (Impatience isn't even the right color!). 
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on February 05, 2012, 10:45:11 am
I agree, it is a pity this cover is not more like the previous two.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 25, 2012, 03:55:45 am
New chapter of her new non-Tinker novel.  http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/103547.html#comments
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on June 25, 2012, 09:28:53 am
Thanks Janilee :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on June 26, 2012, 11:41:33 am
It looks really interesting. Amazon also has up two very short stories in the Tinker universe by her - Blue Sky and Wyvern.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on June 27, 2012, 07:27:42 am
I saw those but I get a message that they are not currently available. I suspect geo restrictions. :(
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 27, 2012, 09:28:28 am
Blue Sky was up on her Blog for a while. Wyvern I have never seen before.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on June 27, 2012, 11:32:07 am
I read it on the blog. Blue Sky, that is 9)

I read the excerpt from Wyvern, it seemed interesting.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 27, 2012, 11:42:31 am
I agree. Seeing Stormsong from the point of view of someone who does not like her is very interesting. :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on June 27, 2012, 11:43:50 am
Yes :) Now, if it was available to download I would be a happy reader.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 27, 2012, 11:44:36 am
 LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on June 27, 2012, 11:47:35 am
wut? ???



LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on July 08, 2012, 09:03:32 am
I finished Elfhome yesterday and I have some mixed feelings about it. I loved seeing more of Oilcan, which surprised me. He always seemed too low-key to be interesting. I really liked the plot revelations about the general identity of the Oni greater bloods. That could be *really* interesting to develop further. But it makes it even more confusing that Lord Tomtom was chosen to lead the Elfhome invasion given this knowledge. I also liked seeing the difficulty in the elves' understanding (or lack thereof) of how humans age. It made Oilcan's experiences much more interesting. I did figure out relatively early on that Oilcan would get changed.

Some things I did not like were Tommy - the whole section of how some of the tengu were planning to wipe out the half-breed Oni via the hoverbike races was 1) unexciting, 2) somewhat confusing, 3) and didn't jibe with how the tengu were portrayed in the last book. I assume the purpose was to show 1) the racial divide and 2) how Tommy reached out to others, which prepared him to be beholden to Oilcan, but it was too weak and uninteresting.

The writing was also weak. There were a lot of places where people would be interacting and then in the very next sentence, someone would speak, but there was no description of that person showing up. For example, in one conversation between Oilcan and someone else, suddenly Tinker talks, but she wasn't present at the scene. In reading further, she apparently showed up, but there was no transition. I had to go back and re-read several paragraphs to see if I'd missed her presence - but I hadn't.

The chapters vacillated between so many characters and subplots that it the writing was jerky. The flow was interrupted too many times, and for less interesting storylines.

And some of my favorite characters were barely present I really missed Wolf Who Rules and Pony.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on July 08, 2012, 09:31:12 am
I'm just going to spoiler this whole thing in answer to your concerns, Cerulean.  You have some good points on the "where did that person come in, she didn't mention that!?" but otherwise...
The tengu vs. half-oni - I found that because of the laying out of "the elves by themselves can't defeat the masses of oni, especially if they're being directed by Skin Clan, so they need all the other races of Elfhome working with them" this was quite important.  Instead of what should be allies to the elves, the tengu & half-oni would have been fighting each other because of the manipulation of the Skin Clan if Tommy hadn't listened to Jin and decided again to be more human and less oni.
The confusion you found in that I do sort of understand; I think Tommy shared it initially, but by again comparing what Jin discovered in questioning the handful (remember, there were only 20 of them out of how many thousand tengu) of race fixers against what he'd seen the full blood oni do before in manipulating people, he realized it was more of the same, whether it was a deep laid back-up plan or a more or less spur-of-the-moment cobbled together "divide and conquer" tactic against the elves & their allies.
Regarding how the tengu were portrayed in the last book, I don't remember it clearly enough to say for sure, but I go back to "it was a mere score of them who fell for oni glamour" and their own greed.
On the "racial divide and how Tommy reached out" bits, well... remember that the tengu are actually a fairly well homogenized race per se, with thousands of years of history and they breed true.  The half-oni are more muddled than that.  I don't quite see how that works, to be honest.  Tommy is apparently a little cat-like, from TomTom's input, while his cousin Spot - son of one of Tommy's aunts and an oni - seems to have a LOT of dog in him.  How does that come about? So the half-oni are a real mixed bag, in any case, with characteristics of probably half a dozen animals or more (cat, hound dog, fox[kitsune], warg? some kind of reptiles probably? and who knows what others0 and oni/Skin Clan "elf".  Presumably they are fertile, but with whom?  Tommy's sexual frustrations as laid out in this book indicate that they might run (barring rape or those strange people like that paramedic who was pursuing Tinker in the first book) have trouble finding mates.  Since they are mostly related, the ones who are left, they probably don't really want to turn to each other, so if/as they have children & grand children, they will become like Tinker & Oilcan, having some affinity for the magical, but basically human.  Probably.  The question does remain, will Jewel Tear prove to be pregnant by Tommy, since the Oni did apparently force fertility on her, & she and Tommy were going at it like bunnies.
Also, I found the material in the first book about incomprehension between humans & elves about the difference in aging pretty well spelled out in the first book, I didn't really need a lot more.  Not that I felt beaten over the head about what was done here.

One thing I did find annoying/difficult was the whole relationship between Forge and what was her name, Amaranath?  First, the whole "Domana caste don't have babies with anybody but other domana class, unless it's ordered from above" thing leaves me asking "so how did he end up - crazed stalker love or no - getting married to her?"  She was one of what Lemongrass called the unclean ones, or what Tooloo keeps calling the "wood sprites", the flawed first creations of the Skin Clan, right?  So how did he get away with it? 
Second, when and how did (presumably, we haven't heard her side of it) he eventually wear her down into marrying him?
Third, how did Oilcan & Tinker know that that song (and whichever one it was that was musing it was uber-creepy that he was essentially stalking her by getting her to paint his constantly expanding house was right, IMO) was about their great times X grandparents?  That came out of the blue, to me.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on July 08, 2012, 03:24:01 pm
I don't disagree that the racial divides needed showing and that the purpose was to show how it could be bridged, I just felt it was executed poorly. I say poorly because the storyline with Tommy was erratic. Or perhaps it wasn't set up as well - this was a problem throughout, I thought. Like Forge & Amaranth's story. One moment Oilcan is in the hardware store and the next he's singing a song and then afterwards the story is described. It's like the story was thrown in completely randomly with no preparation or setup. Then when Forge appears, the connection to the story and Amaranth was also pieced together too quickly. Going back to the hoverbike races, another reason it was poorly described is that the way the tengu cheated was murky. And how did they get this new hoverbike design? In thinking about it now, I might have liked it better if we "saw" more of their perspective. Yes, I think one of the problems with this storyline and others was that it was superficial. There was more telling than showing, which is astonishing for a good author like Spencer. Basically a lot of things just happened without much setup.

As for Forge & Amaranth I definitely did not get the impression that she was one of the unclean ones. I don't think she was one. If she had been, Tinker and Oilcan would also have that genetic history. A lot of weight was given to the fact that elf genetics run strong. I think the "wood sprites" are separate from the unclean ones. The unclean ones came first, even before the sekasha. The "wood sprites", bred for their intelligence, came later - at least that's my impression. As for stalker-vibe, I totally get it. And I'm a stalking researcher! It's not romantic to me. And for how Oilcan knew that song was about their ancestors, I'm not sure. I think he just pieced it together from how Forge looked and his comments. But it was really too quickly, IMO.

And for that other song at the end about unlocking things - you'd think that the song would come to Tinker, since she had a box to open, too. Wait - is the box that Tinker opened the same one as in the story? I didn't think so. Didn't someone say something about - yes, Earth Son had one that Jewel Tear found; she thinks it might've burned up in the fire, right?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on July 08, 2012, 03:28:10 pm
I'd have to have access to all three volumes to debate effectively with you, I'd want to cite passages.  I've only got Tinker - if that - in my library.
Although the hoverbike stuff & tengu/half-oni thing really depends on that short story, and if you haven't read it, you're screwed.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on July 09, 2012, 06:46:37 am
I'd have to have access to all three volumes to debate effectively with you, I'd want to cite passages.  I've only got Tinker - if that - in my library.
Although the hoverbike stuff & tengu/half-oni thing really depends on that short story, and if you haven't read it, you're screwed.

I'm not sure I understand - I was speaking only of things that happen in Elfhome. As described in that book, the hoverbike scenes and the early Tommy scenes were IMO, not smooth or clear. I have read the short stories, as well. In fact, I read them probably a week ago.

Overall, I loved Tinker and Wolf Who Rules, but I was sadly not as in love with Elfhome. I enjoyed the second half more than the first. I'll still read any subsequent books as Spencer definitely left room for more. I'll just hope that it's less spread out and it's more smooth writing/plotting.

Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on July 09, 2012, 06:56:06 am
I'd agree it's not as smooth.  I do think that the hoverbike/half-oni reaction as displayed in this novel doesn't make sense if the "Blue Sky" (or whatever the title is) short isn't right in front of you too.  For me, I was following it, but... that may be the way my mind works more than anything else. 
And yes, there surely is a lot of room for more to happen in subsequent books.  There were a lot of people who were in the first two who never showed up, or barely, in this one.  Maynard, the high court, most of the humans!  I'm still looking for some of Nathan's family to show up with reactions to his death.  I still want to see Windwolf's parents come and meet their new daughter in law.  And the consequences of Tinker's video research and genetic access to different clan's power stones.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on September 17, 2012, 03:39:01 am
Finished the Elfhome. I think the choppiness is due to the author putting several short stories together. I remember when the first part of the Tommy storyline was out as a short story. Looking forward to what she has planned next for this world.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on September 21, 2012, 07:30:08 am
I still like her Ukiah Oregon series better.  I felt like a fish out of water when I read the Tinker series.  I didn't understand half of it and I kept loosing touch with who was who and what was going on.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 21, 2012, 07:39:13 am
That's partly the long spaces between volumes coming out, I think, Mtomni.

I suspect she had Ukiah (who I also actually like better) all mapped out & 3/4 finished when she got the contract, so they could come out like nice neat presto logs, while the Tinker ones are more "oh, gosh, I actually sold more than one of these?  Um... what happens next?  What trouble can I throw them into?  What was it I said about the Team Blue Sky guys, the half oni, the tengu?  What about Tinker's mom?"  and scrambling to get it out.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on September 23, 2012, 04:55:54 am
Thank you Patti.  It makes me feel better knowing I wasn't the only one.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 23, 2012, 07:43:32 am
Well, part of it is that Ukiah knows he's out of the loop on a lot of stuff, and uncertain of himself, while Tinker knows she's a genius, and tends to be - well, arrogant, then furious when she has something happen that points up that she doesn't know quite so much, isn't actually as in control as she likes to believe.  I find her less relatable.  Besides the whole "1/3 my age and cute as a button" thing.  :P  That's more or less SOP with fiction, they're cute or pretty or beautiful, and/or well bred/monied.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on October 16, 2012, 12:58:36 pm
New free short story set in the Tinker universe up at Baen: http://baen.com/PeaceOffering.asp
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on October 16, 2012, 01:01:49 pm
Oooo! Ahem....You can unplug the ears now the schoolgirl squee is done.  bOuNcY

Thank you Varg. :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on October 16, 2012, 01:14:53 pm
:D
Facebook is sometimes useful, if you happen to be logged on at the right time to see these little announcements.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on October 16, 2012, 01:27:10 pm
I want to hit somebody for letting it go up with all those typos & so forth, though.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on October 17, 2012, 08:15:39 am
There are? I haven't gotten around to reading it yet. Bad publisher!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on October 17, 2012, 10:19:47 am
Yep.  Missing connectors, wrong versions of certain words, if I recall.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: SCoutts on October 19, 2012, 08:56:35 am
Great story though, even with the typos. I hope Elfhome #4 is great. #3 seemed a little off to me.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Cerulean on November 20, 2012, 08:01:24 am
Hmm, are  the Chinese building a gate (http://www.gizmodo.com.au/2012/11/what-the-hell-is-china-building-here/)? LOL.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 20, 2012, 08:05:42 am
LOL I saw that. Ms. Spencer linked to it on FB.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 10, 2012, 06:15:48 am
She is posting a series of snippets of something called "Wood Sprites" that is taking place in the Tinker universe.
The first part was at her blog: http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/  and there has been a string of more little snippets on facebook since :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on December 10, 2012, 09:29:39 am
Facebook, booo.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 10, 2012, 12:15:59 pm
Ok, so here is the FB snippets :)

Posted Saturday:
The seventh life lesson of the day was that when you're nine years old (minus one week) and you blow up your playhouse while you're in it, every adult in the world thinks a night at the hospital is a good idea. Thus they weren't able to investigate their conception until the next morning.

Posted yesterday
Their parents had insisted on calling the building in the backyard the girl's "playhouse" despite the fact it was actually a storage shed. Made of dried lumber and asphalt shingles, it had proved to be quite flammable. All that was left was a skeleton of blackened studs. Their father was dismantling it with reciprocating saw.

"We want to know more," Jillian called to him over the growl of the
blade.

"More?" Their father echoed. He had soot smeared across his pale cheeks like war paint. On another father, it probably look cool, but it only made him look silly. The strap on his safety glasses worked his straw blonde hair into spikes, standing up at every conceivable angle. His eyebrows were cocked into an extremely puzzled look. Their mother liked to use his expressions as proof that it was possible to get your face stuck in silly looking poses. He looked like a startled hedgehog.

"We want to know about our siblings," Louise said.

"Your what?" His mystified look changed to slight panic. He narrowly cutting his left hand with the saw blade and had to turn off the power tool for his own safety.

"Our sisters!" Jillian cried, still at the volume to be heard over the now silent saw.

"And our brother." Odds were that at least one of their siblings would a boy. "We read up on in vitro fertilization. We know that we probably have two or three siblings, if not more."

"We could have dozens!" Jillian cried.

Posted sunday
Their parents had insisted on calling the building in the backyard the girl's "playhouse" despite the fact it was actually a storage shed. Made of dried lumber and asphalt shingles, it had proved to be quite flammable. All that was left was a skeleton of blackened studs. Their father was dismantling it with reciprocating saw.

"We want to know more," Jillian called to him over the growl of the
blade.

"More?" Their father echoed. He had soot smeared across his pale cheeks like war paint. On another father, it probably look cool, but it only made him look silly. The strap on his safety glasses worked his straw blonde hair into spikes, standing up at every conceivable angle. His eyebrows were cocked into an extremely puzzled look. Their mother liked to use his expressions as proof that it was possible to get your face stuck in silly looking poses. He looked like a startled hedgehog.

"We want to know about our siblings," Louise said.

"Your what?" His mystified look changed to slight panic. He narrowly cutting his left hand with the saw blade and had to turn off the power tool for his own safety.

"Our sisters!" Jillian cried, still at the volume to be heard over the now silent saw.

"And our brother." Odds were that at least one of their siblings would a boy. "We read up on in vitro fertilization. We know that we probably have two or three siblings, if not more."

"We could have dozens!" Jillian cried.

today:
Their mother was in full African warrior queen mode in the laundry room, dealing with her smoke-laden cardigan while she growled at someone on her headset.

"The only exploding car in my backyard is a Barbie Glam Convertible." She shoved the cardigan deeper into the wash water as if she was thinking about holding someone's head under the suds. It made Louise edge slightly back. Now probably was
n't the best time to talk to their mother.

"I do think that while the demonstrations against the E.I.A zone expansion are going on that checking for car bombs at the gala is a perfectly reasonable. Anna Desmarais' a complete loon, though, if she thinks my nine-year olds are terrorist. You tell Taliaferro that if she goes after my girls, I will come down there and set his –" Their mother noticed them standing at the door and winced. "Short hairs on fire."
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on December 10, 2012, 11:32:51 pm
Hmmm!
Are those missing words & stuff transcription errors, or is she really being that sloppy about what she's putting up in public?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 11, 2012, 05:17:06 am
I have copied and pasted so the text is as it was on FB Patti.

Free shortstories, including one of hers available here: http://www.baenebooks.com/p-1598-free-short-stories-2012.aspx
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on December 11, 2012, 09:15:02 am
I thought that would be the case; I've noticed she overtakes herself sometimes, and the edits don't always catch it even in hardback books.

Thank you for the link.  I'll see if she's got anything new to me. :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on December 21, 2012, 11:30:51 am
Free Christmas short http://www.baen.com/awayinamanger.asp
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 27, 2012, 11:57:21 am
:D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on December 27, 2012, 11:59:27 am
Nice to know she is still writing in Tinker's universe.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 27, 2012, 12:00:08 pm
Isn't it. :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on December 27, 2012, 12:04:06 pm
 LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 27, 2012, 12:05:21 pm
9)  LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on February 13, 2013, 04:52:08 am
ARC of  Eight Million Gods is up. So are the first 10 chapters.

http://www.baenebooks.com/chapters/A9781451638981/A9781451638981.htm?blurb
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on February 13, 2013, 09:40:11 am
What universe is this one set in?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on February 13, 2013, 09:56:20 am
Modern day Japan. With living legends.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on April 05, 2013, 10:08:33 am
Hints from elfhome on Facebook:

Wen Spencer
What it's like to be a writer.
Mid-bath.
Jewel Tear: Hey, hi! Cool tub! I want to talk to Olivia.
Me: WHAT? Where did you come from?
Jewel Tear: *STARE* Anyhoo, I want to talk to Olivia. Write me a scene.
Me: Olivia? WHY?
Jewel Tear: *STARE*
Me: Are you sure you weren't a cat in an earlier life?
Jewel Tear: Just me and her bumping into each other -- well, actually me carefully ambushing her and pumping her for information but she's a child! And I've been to Court. It will be like taking candy from a baby. I want to know about these pregnancy tests that humans have, and what do you eat when you're pregnant.
Me: So, you are pregnant?
Jewel Tear: You don't know.
Me: Actually....no.
Jewel Tear: Well, write the scene, let me get one of those tests and then we'll both know.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on April 09, 2013, 09:52:42 pm
Was re-reading the "Shadow Unit" "scripts" the other day, and it occurred to me that Ontongard or Prime's Gets, or Ukiah, Atticus, or Kit (from the Ukiah Oregon series by her) could be mistaken for jammers.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on May 16, 2013, 01:39:18 pm
A short (ha!) story set in the Elfhome universe free to be read. Go, read, enjoy, infect....
http://baen.com/pittsburgh.asp
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on May 16, 2013, 10:13:55 pm
Thank you, Varg.  :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on October 23, 2013, 04:04:03 am
O.K., I've read Eight Hundred Gods through twice. I enjoyed the adventure. The romance was was only a subplot. What I found really interesting was Wen Spencer's use of her tendency to write lots of short scenes and then thread them together to make a story. What was a bit of a failure in Elfhome works beautifully in Eight Hundred Gods. There is a reason for the episodic release of information. Beyond the story which needs to be carefully read so all information is caught, Spencer's technical fix of her 'problem' is very interesting. I enjoyed it. :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on October 23, 2013, 12:13:49 pm
:D


Adds to wishlist...
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 14, 2013, 12:45:50 pm
There are snippets on facebook:

Charles Wyatt (hopefully I got that all spelled right) do you mind greatly if I use your name for a somewhat clueless history grad student who makes a documentary about Team Tinker and the invention of the hoverbike?
(He agrees on FB and seems to like it :) )

It took Wyatt weeks before he managed to catch Alexander on camera. Even then, he wasn't aware that he'd found the person that he was looking for. He'd cornered Team Tinker at the racetrack, packing up to leave for the day.

Heavy steel toolboxes and a mud-covered hoverbike were being strapped down onto the back of a big flatbed truck with "Pittsburgh Salvage" painted onto the door. Two massive elfhounds came to their feet as Wyatt walked up to the team, their growls as deep and menacing as a grizzle bear's.
"Bruno. Pete." A man in a Team Tinker T-shirt called to the dogs, silencing them. "We don't allow photographing of our riders except during the races. We do sell publicity photos. If you want pictures, come by our table in the concession area next week."
There was a jump in time as Wyatt negotiated the right to continue filming. During the interval, Alexander appeared on the back of the flatbed. Hair damp from a shower, she wore a matching Team Tinker T-shirt, blue jean cargo shorts, and hiking boots. She stomped in and out of the shoot, checking gear and complaining about the heat. Either Wyatt had been banned from photographing her or he missed the subtle body language of the people arrayed around him. Alexander might have been the youngest member of the team, but her teammates rotated around her like planets about a star. Instead, Wyatt kept the camera trained on the team's business manger, which was only identified by the name of "Roach." (Everyone in Pittsburgh apparently used weird nicknames.)

"Everyone I've talked to says that the Chang family might have built the race track but it was Team Tinker that started the sport."
"I suppose." Roach admitted cautiously. "Most of us went to high school together." This generated a rude noise from Alexander. "Those of us that went to high school. The statistical outliers we met through business." Another rude noise. "Roach Refuse." He tapped his chest. "Pittsburgh Salvage." He waved vaguely toward the truck. "Even people with brain the size of planets need help with how to successfully run a business when they're first starting out and I learned it from my grandfather's knee."

"How did you start the sport? Where did you get the hoverbikes? Were they already invented or was that part of coming up with the sport?"

Roach's eyes widen slightly and the corner of his mouth twitched with what might have been a nervous laugh. He started to turn toward Alexander, but she cut him short with, "Ah-uh! You're the one that agreed to this!" He winced and ducked his head to kick at the ground for a moment.

Orville came onto camera, freshly showered, carrying his muddy riding leathers and a cherry ice pop. With a wary look at Wyatt, he handed the ice pop to Alexander. He asked a silent question with the jerk of his head and Alexander snorted with utter disgust. The cousins sat side by side on the edge of the truck's bed as Alexander sucked on the ice pop and listened to Roach try to explain.

"It's not like we don't have money," Roach said. "But in Pittsburgh, we use barter a lot instead of cash. It's a simple way to cut out the middleman who would normally take a big chunk of the profit to collect and redistribute goods. I've got a puppy. The guy who wants an elfhound has half dozen old snowmobiles that are useless eight months out of the year. I know how to set up accounting books so the county won't hassle you." He jerked his head in the direction of the cousins. "They know how to cannibalize snowmobiles into something more all-weather. The thing nobody has a lot of are tires, especially ones for ATVs. Harder than sin to come by. We're sitting around, drinking beer, having a bull session on where we could scrounge up tires, and the little mad scientist starts to giggle."

A woman walked into camera range, carrying gear that she dropped beside Alexander. "Usually a very terrifying thing and you want to get out of blast range as quickly as possible, but still be in viewing distance, because it will be worth watching."

Alexander glared at the woman who danced away from a half-hearted kick.

Roach took a couple of steps out of reach too. "A week later, we all had hoverbikes. And of course, the most natural thing in the world is to race them."

There was a long silence after Roach came to the end of his story. Wyatt waited for more but none was coming. Judging by the looks Roach was giving Alexander, he was vaguely afraid of saying anything else.

"You're Team Tinker." Wyatt broke the silence. "Is Tinker the one that invented the hoverbikes? I've heard all sorts wild rumors about Tinker."

The racing team all froze in place at the question.

"What wild rumors?" Alexander had been in the middle of licking her fingers of melted ice pop.

"Um." The camera bobbed as Wyatt accessed his notes. "Um. The half-elf that runs the general store in McKees Rocks said that Tinker lived in the middle of the river and handed out magical swords to future kings."

"What?" The entire team half-shouted, half-laughed.
"Yeah, it sounded really Arthurian to me," Wyatt said. "I talked to a few elves and they all said that Tinker is a baby wood sprite, which apparently is a race of very clever but dangerous elves or a very clever but dangerous raccoon. My Elvish isn't that good."
Roach was making little snorts as he tried to hold in his laughter.
Orville scooped up Alexander as she started to sputter and carried her off camera.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 14, 2013, 03:40:48 pm
Oh, that's fun! LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on November 15, 2013, 02:44:30 am
 :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 15, 2013, 08:16:52 am
Poor confused guy! LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:09:56 am
Large number of snippets and drabbles(her own word) from different things that Wen Spencer posted on FB since i went to bed last night. Seems she is looking through old things and sharing some of them. There is something that looks like a new story in the world of A Brothers Price, with the middle Whistler sisters as main charachters. I really hope that turns into a book! :D



I have copied and pasted all the snippets I saw today into the following posts for the enjoyment of those not on Facebook.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:11:24 am
Drabble: A bit of fiction that belongs no place

This is some brain fart. NO IDEA WHO OR WHAT but out it comes. According to the file info, it's almost two years old.

A ringing phone woke him. He fumbled in the dark by his pillow, wondering why it was in bed with him and not on his nightstand. Every movement flared pain through his body. His fingers closed on the sleek metal square and he managed to click it on. The feeble light pushed back the darkness to reveal pure white silk.

"What?" he mumbled into the phone.

"Joshua! Are you okay?"

He winced as the simple question awoke a storm of memories, all painful. "No. I think I've been shot. Several times."

"Where are you?"

"I don't know." He considered the white silk pressing close around him. The ceiling seemed troublingly low. He reached up and touched it. His bloody fingers met pillowed softness.

"Is Decker with you?"

He turned his head and discovered Decker beside him. Dead as usual. "Is it daytime?"

"It's two in the afternoon. Decker is out cold, wherever he is. I'm at the house. It looks like a warzone. What happened?"

"People came with guns." He only had splashes of memories. "I think I killed them. I don't remember it clearly. They shot me."

"Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I don't know." In an oversized coffin. Someplace. Without knowing if the sun was shining in the room beyond the lid, he couldn't get out without risk to Decker. It was a very good thing he didn't have trouble with enclosed spaces. If he freaked out and changed while locked in a box with Decker, the vampire would come out looking like Swiss cheese.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm going to have to get back to you on that." He hung up.

Almost instantly the phone rang again.

"What?"

"Is Decker with you?"

"Yes."

Lawrence breathed out deeply in relief. "Where are you?"

"I don't know. Look, I'm going to have to wait until Decker wakes up, so – just let me get back to you."

#

Decker woke to the comforting sound of steady strong heartbeat.

Joshua was curled beside him, breathing deep, a small furnace of heat.

He had to grin, glad that the man couldn't see.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:12:23 am
Drabble: More fiction that doesn't have a middle or end.

This is actually part of a collection of YA werewolf stories I played around with three years ago.

As soon as she said it, Kate knew she made a mistake.

There was stunned silence in the locker room around her. She threw the damp towel into her gym bag and started to dress as quickly as possible. Time to duck and run. Deb was giving her a surprised hurt look while Cheryl started to laugh.

"Yeah, right." Cheryl finally managed in the mocking tone that made Kate so pissed off in the first place.

Whoever invented bras apparently didn't believe women might need to dress quickly. Kate fought with it, the fabric deciding to grab hold of damp skin.

"You're lying." Cheryl had a bra that looked like it came from Victoria Secret.

Kate considering saying she had lied. The conversation would end and someday – when radioactive material once again became inert – Cheryl would let the world forget it. It grated too much, though, to back down and let Cheryl win this one too. "No, I'm not."

Shirt. Jeans. She skipped putting on her socks, just shoving bare feet into her tennis shoes.

Cheryl stepped over the bench in the center of u-shaped locker area, blocking Kate's escape. "If you're not lying, prove it."

The most frustrating thing about Cheryl was Kate knew she could easily cram the girl into the nearest locker and storm out. Her parents, though, would yank Kate out of school in a heartbeat if she did. Even with annoyances like Cheryl, she didn't want to be stuck at home everyday, being home schooled.

Kate pulled her wallet out of her schoolbag and found the one and only photo to prove she wasn't lying.

Cheryl frowned at the photo, obviously not wanting to admit the possibility that Kate was telling the truth. "You're kidding me. You're – what – ten in this picture?"

Kate shoved it back away. "Twelve."

"Twelve?" Cheryl mocked.

And Deb looked even more hurt.
#
Mrs. Barbelli showed up, killing all conversation. Kate escaped while Mrs. Barbelli was chewing out Sue Elder for not taking a shower. Deb followed.

When she reached her locker, Deb stood behind her, silently screaming resentment. Kate knew she was there despite the silence and the roar of kid moving through the halls. She could smell Deb's fresh sweat and baby powder deodorant.

"I want to see," Deb finally said.

"It's a stupid photo," Kate said. "I look like an idiot."

"You showed it to Cheryl."

Kate growled softly in frustration. She should have just kept her big mouth shut and let Cheryl score her stupid little points. She shoved her gym bag into the locker and dug her wallet out again. "Don't show it to anyone."

Deb stared at the photo as if committing it to memory.

Kate blushed hotly. She'd been furious the entire trip to New York City as all the plans of her birthday party been scraped. She still couldn't understand why her life had to be thrown into disarray because of a tragedy that happened hundreds of miles away to people she never met. She'd lost her temper just before the photo been taken, and had been literally dragged, screaming and kicking, to the ballroom. Her hair was a rat's nest, her nose was bleeding, her dress was torn, and she was missing one shoe. She glared at the camera like she was going to tear the photographer's throat out.

She looked like Cinderella on acid.

Deb's focus wasn't on Kate but the boy that stood beside Kate in the picture.

Kate braced herself for all the stupid, embarrassing questions that was bound to follow. But instead, Deb shoved the picture back at her and stormed away.
Kate grabbed her calculus book, slammed shut her locker and made sure to spin the lock. She caught Deb on the stairs up to the second floor. "What is your problem?"

Deb stopped on the top stair to drop her voice to a furious whisper. "I tell you everything – about my stepdad -- and you never tell me about him?"

"There's nothing to tell about."

Deb gave her another hurt and wounded look and fled. The bell rang, announcing she was late to class. Kate just wanted to scream but she turned and headed to calculus. They had a test and she seriously wanted to get into college, she couldn't screw it up.

#

Deb managed to avoid her at lunch, tucking herself between Nancy and Hope and keeping her eyes on her plate. Kate had biology afterwards but she complained about feeling sick and got a hall pass and went looking for Deb at the library, working through her study hall as a library assistant. Like usual, she was holding down the checkout counter.

"I'm sorry." Kate forced herself to say although she really wasn't. "I – I know you tell me everything. There's really nothing – I've only met him once when I was twelve. I was pissed – you know I can get – and he was – he was sick. We didn't even talk to one another."

Deb slowly went from angry to confused back to angry again. "So you lied to Cheryl."

"No." Kate said. "It's – it's something my family does. It's like a bar mitzvah. A coming of age thing that happens when you're thirteen."

"You said you were twelve."

"I was." Kate growled, hunching against the anger. All of this was just so unfair. If only Cheryl hadn't decided to tease her on the lack of a date to the prom. "Just – forget about it."

She turned around.

"If you walk away, I'll never talk to you again," Deb said.

It was very, very hard to control her temper. It seethed around her like an animal that wanted out of a cage. She clenched her fists tight against it. Everyone acted like girls weren't supposed to have a temper; that there was something wrong with them if they threw things and broke things like boys did. Boys got to 'let off steam' and everyone just roll their eyes.

"What's his name?" Deb asked.

"Seth." She didn't want to tell her any more because Deb would do Google searches and find out the whole messy story. Of course Deb knew she wasn't telling her his last name on purpose.

They glared at each other. Not surprisingly Deb looked away first; she didn't have the genetics that made it so important not to be first. Kate felt guilty that she even let it start.

"Where does he go to school?" Deb asked quietly.

"I don't know. I think someplace in New York City. That's where he lives. My folks took me there to – to set it up."

"You're kidding about all this – aren't you?"

"No. It's – It's something my family does. I've told you that my family is weird. We're like Jewish only more so. When you turn thirteen, you get a big party and – and you change – from an child to adult."

Deb studied her with narrowed eyes, obviously hearing the little places where Kate was stumbling with the words as she changed weirdness to something more normal.

Kate plowed, fumbling through substitutions. "And our – our leader announces who you're going to marry."

"But you said you were twelve."

"Yeah, well, I got screwed out of a party."

"You had sex? At twelve?"

"No!" Kate picked up a scrap of paper and started to shred it to vent out some of the anger at it all. "It's complicated."

Deb frowned at her.

Someone came up wanting to check out a book. They both glared at him until he scuttled away.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:13:17 am
Matching Drabble: What Kate's Seth is up to...

#
They found the Gigori at the Cambridge, sitting alone at the crowded food court. Seth had known that the Gigori would appear human, but he didn't expect what that the hunter to look like a fashion-model beautiful girl with a spill of rich auburn ringlets and flawless white skin. She wore combat boots, tight jeans, and a loose chocolate-colored sweater that concealed her many weapons. She sat cross-legged in the chair, half-eaten apple seemingly forgotten in her right hand as she read from a novel. As Seth pulled out the chair across from her, he saw that the novel was "Movable Feast" by Hemingway.

She flicked a glance toward him and continued reading. "Piss off. I don't care how rich your daddy is."

"I need your help." Seth said quietly, knowing that she would hear despite the roar of conversation around them.

She shot a hard look at Seth. "I said piss off. I don't private tutor or whatever other lame excuse you've come up with so you can talk to me."

Aiden leaned against Seth's right shoulder, and murmured, "She looks so normal."

The Gigori glanced to Aiden and carefully uncoiled as she reconsidered Seth again. Her eyes narrowed as she realized what she was truly looking at. "We were told that there were no wolves in Boston."

"Until last night, that was true."

She tossed her apple at a trashcan some thirty feet to the right. The fruit hit in the center of the hinged lid and dropped into the can. "And what do you need from the Gigori?"

"There's something in a house in South Boston. Something very not human. I need help killing it."

"Just one creature?" She folded down the corner of the page she'd been reading and closed her book.

Seth closed his eyes and considered the distant house. "Just one," he said after studying it for a moment. "It's larger than a human, but not much. It seems to travel up the walls and across the ceiling as much as it travels the floor."

She tilted her head slightly. "You're the Prince of Boston?"

Seth nodded. "I'm Seth Tatterskein."

"Mirabel Gigori." She stood, proving be nearly as tall as Seth. "Mira works. Call me Bella and I'll break your nose. And the kid?"

"This is Aiden." And because it felt that there should be more. "Aiden Tatterskein."
#
The house had a small walled in backyard. In the privacy of the yard, Mira stripped off her jacket and loose sweater. Underneath she was wearing a skin-tight black turtleneck, two blades strapped to her back and two pistols on her hips.

"Wow." Aiden breathed.

A smile quirked at Mira's lips and she did a lightening fast draw of her swords. They gleamed in the shadowed space.

"Are they …magic?" Aiden hesitantly asked, in a voice that said he had been told once too often that magical things didn't exist.

"They are." Mira turned them so Aiden could see them while being careful not to point them at the boy. "They were forged by angels and given to my family to carry on their holy fight. They have been passed down father to son, mother to daughter, since the time of the great flood."

"You're loaded with silver," Seth said.

Mira flashed him an annoyed looked and made the swords vanish back into their sheathes. "We were told that there were no wolves in Boston. Silver works on a host of things, even horny frat boys, although that ranks up there with shooting fish in a barrel. You're not coming in with me, so you don't have to worry about staying out of my firing path."

"I'm coming in with you."

"No." She tied her auburn curls back into a ponytail and checked that her pistols were loaded. "You'll just get in my way."

He moved into her path. "You can't stop me."

She lashed out fast at him and he ducked. He dodged her next three strikes and caught her hand as she moved to unsheathe her right sword.

"I'm not a college frat boy, I'm the alpha of one of the most powerful territories in North America. I'm fast as you. I can throw a Volkswagen two city blocks. And I can see this thing from here."

She frowned at him, testing his hold on her. "Two blocks?"

"I was pissed off."

She looked away as she stopped fighting his strength. "I bet that was fun to explain."

He let her go and stepped back out of sword range. "Alexander has good lawyers."

"Fine, you can come, but keep behind me. My grandmother would beat me silly if I shot you."
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:14:16 am
Drabble: Something totally totally different from the others...except of course I didn't finish it either.

Holland Worthing saw the angel just hours before the accident. Up to that moment, it had been a typical fall morning in Boston. A thick fog shrouded the city; as if the line between heaven and earth had been erased, allowing the clouds and everything else to descend straight down to street level. She'd been about to pass through gate into the raw pit of earth that was the construction site when she caught a flicker of something out the corner of her eye. Something large moving silently through the mist. An instant impression of a human-shape, all shadow and light, where no man should be. Sensing danger, she jerked back, smacking into someone, as she looked up.

"Watch where you're going, Lanny!" The person behind her complained, using her nickname.

She scanned the sky. There was nothing but men moving through the skeletal form of the skyscraper, working slower than usual as the morning fog made everything slick and treacherous.

"Come on, Lanny, move your butt." It was Greg Armstrong behind her. He gave her a gentle push to get her moving. "We're going to clock in late if you stand there gawking."

"I'm moving, Greg." To prove it, she put one foot in front of the other.

What had she seen? It was maddening to try and call up what she saw out the corner of her eye. It was like the brain didn't want to record what it couldn't clearly see. Like the mist fading before the sun, she had fading impressions of white wings gliding silently overhead.

"s!*t," she whispered locking her eyes to the churned up mud. "I so didn't need to see that."

"See what?" Greg asked.

"Nothing!" Last thing she needed -- in additions to visions of angels -- was for people she worked with find out what she was seeing. Been there, done that, and needed to make the drastic career change to ironworker to keep her new employers from asking her previous boss any questions.
Maybe she had seen something else and just made a mistake.

There was a trick to seeing angels, one that she learned as a child, back when she thought it was cool that she could see them. You scanned the sky, looking at nothing, until you caught the flicker of white at the edge of your vision. Then ever so carefully, you kept looking at nothing, and yet focused on what could nearly not be seen just out the corner of your eye.

An angel winged through the steel girders, massive wings moving languidly.

So you see angels, she told herself. So what? Only goes to prove God is real and heaven exists, and isn't that a happy thought?

That's it, ignore you're crazy, and don't try to get any help.

Shut up, mom. I'm not crazy!

Holland focused on the mud and the damp steel and ignored the angel and the feeling that her mother had always been right about her mental state.

She stopped at the time clock, found her card at the bottom of the rack, and punched in. Just focus on the job at hand. Lost in the haze above was where she would be working, connecting steel girders together like Tinkertoys. Visibility would be low, the steel would be wet and slick, her clothes would be damp in an hour and it was bitter cold. Surely that would be enough to keep her mind off angels.

As she slotted her card back into the rack, Nils Hammer called out to her.

"Boss is looking for you." Nils said.

"Oh f$*k." One benefit of ironworking meant she could swear as much as she wanted. "What does Joe want?"

"He wants you break the new apprentice in."

"What? Me? Wasn't Sean supposed to show the new guy the ropes?"

"It's not a guy."

Holland cursed again. "It's a girl?"

"I think the politically correct term is woman."

She had been the only female ironworker on site. It meant that she was accountable only for her own mistakes. She had learned the hard way that when another woman came onto a site, the guys started to think of her as part of a minority, one of "them." And suddenly she was being judged by mistakes that the other woman made.

Tempting as it was to pair up with someone that wanted to talk about something more than sports and cars, it probably be a bad idea to pair up with the new girl. It would only link Holland more strongly with whatever this new girl did wrong.
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"I am not mentoring the new apprentice, Joe."

"Got to. Union rules."

"Come on, I've only been out of the apprentice program myself for--" she paused to count up the months. It wasn't a full year. Or was it? Oh, it was. "Just over a year."

"Are you saying you don't know what you're doing up there?"

"No!" She scrambled for an excuse. "It's been thirteen months. Thirteen! You know how unlucky that is."

Joe was one of the most superstitious of the ironworkers. He laughed and shook his head. "Look, it's not up to me. The union stewart was through and made the call. They're dodging any sexual harassment suits by putting her with you."

She swore and he laughed again.

"She's done classroom training, so she probably knows her s!*t. All you have to do is babysit her for a few weeks."

Weeks? "I've never babysat anyone before. I don't even know where to start."

"Not even when you were a kid?"

"Youngest kid of the family and on the block. I got an allowance for not pulling the s!*t that my older sisters and brother did." Ironic when the 'bad' ones of the family still moved in the same wealthy circles her parents kept, while she had fallen to ironworking. But then, she went from being the good one to the crazy one. "I don't even have a dog."

"Cat?" Joe asked.

"No."

"Hmmm, always figured you for one of those women with a house full of cats." Probably because she didn't date. "You know the drill. You've been through it. Basically you do your job but you keep her busy as your second set of hands. She gophers until she gets used to being forty stories up and can walk an I-beam without thinking. Then you put power tools into her hands."

"This was supposed to be Sean's job."

"Well, now it's your job. Go all mother hen until you can be sure that she doesn't walk off the side of the building."

Holland saw the look on his face and knew what it meant. Arguing with him farther wasn't going to get her anywhere, as he could truly state that the union had tied his hands. She satisfied herself with grumbling that she didn't have a drop of mothering in her.

Joe laughed at her and pointed toward (job site location). "She's over at x. She'll be the only girl in sight. Stop squawking and go gather up your chick."

"Squawk, squawk, squawk." Holland clucked like a mother hen and headed toward the x, pulling on her hardhat.

Joe was right about one thing. There was no mistaking her charge. It also made instant sense why she'd been stuck with the job. The girl had the body that came from doing high school gymnastics -- the wide strong shoulders that you so rarely saw in women. Otherwise she looked totally out of place. Her skin was white as the china of hundred dollar tea cups. Her hair in pigtails, her jeans skin-tight and slung low on slim hips, and pink flannel shirt tied into a knot, flashing skin where shirt and jeans didn't meet. Pink flannel! Cut of her clothes aside, there was nothing, however, that suggested she knew that she might as well be using a bullhorn to advertise sex. Holland wondered if the girl had lied about being eighteen, or if it was simply the wide-eye gaze that made her look hopelessly young and naïve. Certainly she didn't seem to notice her effect on the surrounding men, who were all but standing around drooling.

God, what did I do to deserve this? I've been good lately. Is this about not calling my mother? You know she's a manipulative bitch. You wouldn't call her if she was your mother.

Holland smacked Nils on the back of the head as he reached out to help the girl snug on her tool belt. "Nyah, nyah, nyah, hands off. Go away. All of you. Shoo."

The girl instantly brightened on seeing her. "Oh wow, hi! I thought I was going to be the only girl here. I'm Catherine Murray, but my family all calls me Catie. Catie-bear actually, but that probably won't go over here. Right?"

"Right." Holland tightened down the desire to sigh. Catie seemed nervous and maybe it was just nerves making her seem totally airhead. "Do something with your hair and get your hard hat on. Then we'll head up."

"Ummm," Catie glanced around while undoing her pigtails. Her hair was long and straight and twenty-four caret gold. She spun it up into a tight bun and neatly secured with a hair-tie. Holland could never learn the trick, which was why she kept her own brown hair cut short. That and guys saw it less of a turn on. "I'm supposed to apprentice under this guy called Sean."

"You can apprentice under me." X said as he brushed past.

Holland smacked him. "Change of plans. I get to babysit you."

Which got even wider eyes. "And you are…?"

Oh yeah, she hadn't introduced herself. Holland stuck out her hand. "Holland Worthing. You can call me Holland, Land or Lanny, but not Holly. Never Holly."

"Okay." And Catie shook her hand.

And of course, with the touch of skin, it was obvious that Catie was one of those people. The rare people that Holland met that she instantly liked beyond reason; who always smiled at her with the sudden warmth of the sun on a cloudy day. Catie was no exception. The girl brightened instantly, the clouds scudding out of her soul, to blaze full welcome to Holland. Holland fought the desire to smile back. She couldn't afford to like this girl. She already proved to be blind to half the job: just being one of the guys.

"Ready?" Holland turned away before her will crumbled. Catie's smile was sliding into a look of hurt. Why am I even bothering? I'm not going to be able to keep my distance. Not from her.

Holland led to the orange steel box of the construction elevator. She tried not to cringe as the door slid shut, trapping them in. This was the only thing she hated as an ironworker. The elevator looked like a dumpster and felt like a trap. It rattled and swayed as they climbed upwards.

"Is this thing safe?" Catie asked.

Holland sighed as several men glanced toward Catie and smiled. Unwritten rule number one of construction work: never let them know you're afraid. An ungodly number of the men were sadist; they took pleasure teasing a person with their worse fears. "Completely."

"Unless it's windy." Kevin started.

Holland shot him a dark look before she could help herself. If she wanted to keep separated from Catie's failures, she should align with the guys, not defend the girl. Luckily Greg came to the rescue with "Hey, Kevin, where you going to watch the game tonight?"

Kevin had a big TV that he was proud of and easily distracted by a chance to brag about it. Judging by the gleam in Greg's eyes, he knew perfectly well how easy Kevin was to manipulate.

On the skeletal fortieth floor, the fog was thicker. Visibility was limited to a hundred feet, so the ground was obscured. A slight wind tugged at her clothing, as if begging her to come and play. Holland did her morning ritual of walking to the edge, allowing herself feel the urge to jump off into the void, and then firmly put it aside.

She loved and hated ironwork for the sole reason it gave her a chance to be up high and feel the wind. Some days, the urge to leap, though, was a black hole of desire, filling her up till it was all she could think of, except for the small niggling fear that she wouldn't be strong enough to resist the temptation.

That and very short lived embarrassment she would suffer if she'd forgotten how to fly.

Perfect days that were the worse; when the sky was unblemished blue and the wind stiff and cool but not cold. Those days were nearly impossible to resist. Today, with the sky closed off, there was barely a tinge of desire.

"Holland." Greg called to her. He was showing Catie how to tether off. Holland winced. She should have reminded the girl before going off to do her routine.

"Thanks, Greg."

"If you value that, take it off." Greg was saying.

"My commitment ring?" Catie covered the ring on her left ring finger, an intricate band of silver.

"This work is hard on your hands." Greg held up his hands to show off his calluses, fresh cuts and old scars. "If you stove your finger, you'll have to cut the ring off."

Catie chewed on her bottom lip, obviously torn between sentiment and practicality.

"You can keep it on a chain around your neck if you want to wear it. Lanny wears her wedding ring that way. Why don't you show her, Lanny?"

Thanks, Greg. Holland pulled down the collar of her t-shirt show off her gold chain necklace, not bothering to fish around for the actual ring. She wore it out of habit to keep the guys at bay. "Got to keep the chain short, though, so it lays against your skin, and weak enough that a good yank will break it instead of choking you."

"So you're married, Holland?" Catie asked.

Danger Will Robinson, danger! What was it about women that made them turn every opportunity into a sharing session, where a guy only cared if you shared his sport's alliance. Red Sox fan? Good; we're set.

Because Greg was standing there, Holland nodded and tried to drag the conversation out of 'share' mode. "For now, just put your ring in your jeans pocket."

The girl slid off her finger and pushed it down deep into her front pocket.
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Holland tried hard to ignore the angel. It had settled on the crane boom over head. There was a time when she was young and naïve -- like Catie -- that she bought into all the guardian angel mythos and got off the idea of angels watching over her. At some point, though, she realized that in the Bible, angels only showed up to make announcements or lay waste to cities. At ten she tried to collect two of every animal on her family's yacht. At eleven she had been sure that Boston was on the way out like Gomorrah. When she turned twelve, she thought their presence meant she was lined up for the next virgin birth. Sure, Mary looked so serene with the whole package, but look what happened to her kid. Trying to eliminate possibly of 'virgin' birth triggered her first visit to the shrink.

Of late, watching angels reminded her of vultures.

Catie squinted up at the crane boom. As Holland watched her, the girl moved her head back and forth, as if she was trying to catch sight of something elusive. Out the corner of her eye, Holland could see that the angel was still perched on the boom like a great carrion bird. Of course, there didn't seem to be anything there, when she looked at it straight on.

The question was -- did Catie see it too?

Holland was dying to ask the girl if she could see the angel, but what if Catie said no? She had learned the hard way that "Did you see that?" was usually answered by "See what?"

'What's so interesting about the boom' should be safe to ask. I'm not one staring at nothing -- this time. She's the one obviously seeing something, not me. No, no, I'm not the crazy one…talking to herself.

Heart hammering in her chest, Holland fought with herself for several minutes before finding the courage to ask, as causally as possible, "Catie-bear, what are you looking at?"

Catie startled slightly and blushed to pink. "Oh! Just…nothing."

Nothing? As in nothing, unless you looked very carefully, then you might see an angel?

The problem was, 'nothing' was a good safe answer, impossible to construe into a longer discussion. Holland should know -- it was the answer she stuck with when people caught her staring at angels.

Holland caught the flicker of something large moving out the corner of her eye. The angel was diving at her! As she ducked down, she heard Catie give a startled cry. Holland spared a glance toward the girl. Catie had thrown up her arms to ward off the diving angel, and was backing away in fear.

She sees it! I'm not crazy! She can see it too!

And then Holland realized that the girl was backing off the edge of the building.

"Catie!" Holland shouted. "Catie, no! Stop!"

The girl had been focused on the angel. At the last moment, she looked at Holland and remembered where she was and the danger that was behind her. Her eyes went wide with terror even as she stepped off the edge.

"No!" Holland cried as Catie fell screaming. The angel flashed past Holland, a blur of white.

Catie's safety line jerked taunt on the guideline and then with an awful snap, the anchor bolt on the right broke.

"Oh god, oh god." Holland breathed. Would Catie's carabineer be stopped by the now broken anchor bolt on the end? Or the large hook slip over bolt, dropping the girl to the pavement forty stories below.

Only as the cable fell, with Catie's hook whizzing down the line, did Holland realize she was hooked to the same guideline. She was reaching for her harness when she was jerked from her feet and dragged toward the edge.

"Greg! Greg!" She shouted, reaching for something to hold onto. There was nothing but tools and toolboxes that skittered with her across the bare flooring. Greg was running toward her, shouting, hand out reached toward her.

And then she was over the edge. Airborne.

Stay calm. Stay calm. I'll be fine if I stay calm. It will be hard to explain, but the safety line will swing us around like a tetherball.

For a moment she was fine. She stayed level with the floor as her tether whipped her farther from the building.

And then the second anchor bolt connecting the guideline to the building snapped. The cabled whizzed through her carebeaner. When the end with the anchor hit her carebeaner, the line went taunt jerked her downward. Flying was just a matter of willing herself to move through air. She imagined soaring upwards, against the pull of the safety line, and toward the side of the building. Her fall slowed, but still the side of the building came rushing toward her at alarming speed. She hit a girder hard, and wrapped herself around it, gasping for breath.

Far below, dangling at the end of the tether, Catie was wrapped in seething light and shadows. What was the angel doing to her?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:15:14 am
Drabble: A little more of Holland

Holland hits her head as she falls at work. Catie is unconscious. Both are sent to the hospital. Holland is treated and told to go home from there…

Her phone was ringing as Holland unlocked her door. Someday her living room area would hold a leather couch, matching tufted leather ottoman that would double as a coffee table, two cherry end tables and a plasma TV. She also planned hardwood flooring and oriental rugs. But now there was only her phone, sitting out in the middle the concrete floor by itself. It's ringing echoed loudly in the vast open empty space.

Who would be calling her in the middle of the day? The only people that had her phone number were her family, and they knew she worked weekdays. They usually waited for holidays to call.

Work, however, might have called her mother about the accident.

Holland sighed. She really didn't want to hear yet another detailed list of her failings. If she didn't answer the phone, though, her mother would call both Holland's sister and brother. And then all three would continue calling her until she had talked to them all.

She dropped her lunch bag by the door and stomped over to her phone. "What?"

She expected "is that how Wellsey trained you to answer the phone?" Instead, a staccato female voice fired off an equally curt. "This is Pompositticut Pre-School. Jane needs picked up."

Holland parsed through the sentences twice before realizing it had nothing to do with her. "You've got a wrong number."
Holland started to hang up when she caught the woman on the other side say, "Is this Holland Worthing?"

"Yyyyesss." Holland frowned at the phone as she put it back to her ear. "Who did you say was calling?"

"Pompositticut Pre-School." The woman fired off again. "Jane's mother didn't pick her up at noon, so we need you to come get her."

When I fell off that skyscraper, God, did you drop me into an alternate world? Kind of like Alice and the rabbit hole?
"Who?"

"This is Pompositticut Pre-School. Jane Brookhart needs picked up."

Who the hell was Jane Brookhart? The only Brookhart's she knew didn't have a daughter -- but then, she hadn't talked to her in-laws for…six years? Though, if you did the math, that would leave plenty of time to create a preschooler. "Is Jane the daughter of Paul and Emily Brookhart?"

There was a rustle of paper from the other side. "Yes. Mrs. Brookhart was supposed to pick up Jane at noon, but she didn't show up. Jane needs to be picked up at the nurse's office."

Okay, identity established. What do you know? Paul and Emily had a second kid! Of course, that didn't clear up the mystery of why the school was calling her. Technically, they were her ex-in-laws, but she'd never signed the papers to make it legal. And her in-laws lived on the other side of the country, in Orange County. It was crazy for anyone to think an estranged -- and strange -- aunt would jump on a plane to pick a kid up from pre-school. But why else would they be calling her?

"And you want me to pick up Jane?"

"Our form says that you’re her aunt."

"Um, well, I suppose." Did you even stay an aunt to kids when you left their uncle? She suspected that the answer was no, but she was still somewhat confounded by the idea that she was listed as an emergency contact. Her brother-in-law, Paul, had always frowned at her husband and her as if something was wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on what. At the time, she assumed she was doing a lousy job at passing as sane. If Paul thought of her stable enough to be an emergency contact, though, the look had to because of something else. Maybe he knew that before she did that her marriage wouldn't last, and that it was only a matter of time before one of them -- well, she -- bolted.

"You're the only local contact we have for them." The woman rattled off the information as if it explained everything.

Local? "I'm in Boston."

"Oh, we have Cambridge listed as your home address."

Holland rubbed her face, wondering if this conversation was really this confusing or if it was an odd side effect of having an undiagnosed concussion. "Where exactly is your school?"

"Stow."

"Stow….Massachusetts?"

"Yes."

Well, that made things a little more clear. Paul and Emily had moved to her side of the country. Holland wasn't sure where Stow was exactly, but Massachusetts was a small state. It couldn't be more than an hour or two away; otherwise it would be in another state. And if her in-laws had moved to New England recently, they probably didn't know anyone else in the area.

The woman on the other side explained again, slowly this time, changing her tone to that of an adult speaking to a child. "Morning pre-schoolers are to be picked up at noon. No one came to get Jane. She's at the nurse's office until someone can come and get her. We've tried all the phone numbers we have for the Brookharts but haven't been able to reach them. Afternoon classes end at three, and if no one is here before then, we will have to call the police for emergency foster care placement."

"What? Hold on! Don't do that! I'm sure there's a good reason no one has shown up. s!*t happens. One minute life is fine, and then the next you've got a flat tire, or locked yourself out of your car, or … " Falling off a skyscraper. A lot of that going around. Holland covered her mouth to smother a laugh. What was it about stress that made her want to giggle? Bad Holland. Bad. Bad.

She got the urge under control, and took her hand from her mouth. "Look, I can come get her, but its going to take me a while to get there."

"You have until three."

She glanced at the clock and saw it was just after one. That gave her two hours to get -- where? "I'll be there as fast as I can. What's the school's address?"
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Pompositticut Pre-school -- she had them spell it three times to be sure she had it right -- was a low-slung brick building on the misnamed Great Road. Google Maps had it listed at twenty-five miles from her loft, but it took forty-five minutes with a couple of mis-turns and turn-arounds to find her away there.

While she drove, she marveled at the weirdness of her life. In Massachusetts, doctors couldn't diagnosis a minor as schizophrenic nor prescribe the drugs associated with treating it. A week before Holland turned eighteen, she realized that she would never be able to withstand her mother's insistence that she take drastic action in treating her mental illness. Stealing all the cash and some of her mother's less sentimental pieces of jewelry, she'd run away to California. There, as young and unthinkingly naïve as Catie, she met and married John Brookhart.

She suspected immediately it was a mistake, but stayed on for a year, hoping things would work out. A few days after their anniversary, she'd walked out the door without so much as a change of clothes, and never went back. True, she never had gotten around to divorcing her husband. Nor even legally separating from him. (Partially because she wasn't even sure what legally separated meant. How was it different from divorced? Was it comparable to 'dead' and 'not completely dead' or was it more like 'dead' and 'legally dead?' Really, if they had common law marriages, they should have common law divorces too.)

Still, as far as her in-laws were concerned, she'd basically she'd fallen off the face of the Earth (metaphorically, not literally like this morning) six year ago. Wife or ex-wife, she couldn't be high in their book as person to be trusted. They had to be very desperate if they'd put her down as emergency contact.

And there was something very ironic that she would be come through when they needed her most. That they -- of all people -- would need her. Paul was her husband's older brother. He was a computer guru genius and stunningly stable, having all but raised John when their parents died. He played the stock market and always played it well, so they had wads of money beyond what his company threw at him to keep him from leaving. His wife, Emily, was a pretty woman with red curls, freckles, and limitless sunny side. Holland found her frighteningly Martha Stewart, doing crafts like quilting and knitting while whipping together complicated meals.

That Holland could do anything to help them was surprising. That she had actually been home to get the phone call was mind boggling.

"I hope you didn't toss me off that skyscraper just so I could find out what babysitting truly is like," She bitched to God as she pulled into the parking lot. "Really, what am I doing here? I'm the crazy aunt she's never seen. This kid is not going to want to go with me. Do you want me to get arrested for kidnapping? Because that's how this is probably going to end."

Of course God didn't answer that rant. He never did. If he was in the habit of talking to her, she probably would have to admit that she actually was crazy instead of just mildly joking. Then again, maybe he was answering, using the entire world as his voice. Maybe everything from being home to get the phone call to the way the cold wind chased dead leaves through the parking lot was God saying something too large for her to grasp. Like a child half-asleep in the backseat of a car, while adults talked about the future they were driving towards.

The preschool was done on miniature scale. Little round tables. Little wood chairs. Little stainless steel drinking fountains. Fingerpaint pictures done by tiny little hands. It made her feel big, clumsy and weirdly masculine, as if it somehow accentuated the lack of all things motherly and feminine in her life.

A sign outside the front door had read "All Visitors Must Sign In at Office." Inside, though, there wasn't any clue to where the office might be. As she scanned the walls, trying to tell if the finger paintings covered a sign, a boy on rollerblades whizzed past her. He looked about twelve, way too old for the school, or in other words, he had to be another visitor.

Holland followed him around the corner, where he disappeared through a door marked 'Office.' He was about to close the door when he noticed her. With the air of politeness firmly ingrained in him, he wheeled back and stood holding the door open, waiting for her.

Holland controlled a knee-jerk scowl, forcing herself to smile instead. Working with ironworkers, she had this thing about being treated as 'the weaker sex.' The whole door thing, she reminded, was becoming a genderless politeness; hold the door for the next person, regardless of what they were. "Thanks."

The boy nodded, but his focus was on the thin blonde secretary behind the tall front desk. She spoke into her phone with a familiar staccato voice. She held up her hand without looking up, indicating that Holland and the boy was to wait, probably silently, until she was done.

"We're an early intervention school for special needs children. Jane is basically non-verbal. We've found no evidence of it, but often children like Jane are usually the result from domestic violence."

There was an odd crack behind Holland. She glanced over her shoulder to find the door had come off its hinges. The boy had caught it by its knob before it had fallen on Holland, but he couldn't control the awkward shape. It seesawed dangerously in his hold. Holland spun around and helped the boy lean it back against the wall. All three hinges had pulled free out of the doorframe. Someone had been sloppy in installing the door. It was just lucky that it hadn't fallen on one of the pre-schoolers.

The secretary hadn't noticed the near disaster. "We've tried all the numbers given on the emergency contact list." She was saying to the person on the other end. "The only person we've been able to reach is an aunt, who hasn't shown up yet, and it's been an hour since I talked to her. Classes are over in thirty minutes, so if you could send a squad car over to pick the girl up for emergency foster…"

"Hey!" Holland shouted to cut off that plan. "I'm Holland Worthing and I'm here for Jane Brookhart."

The woman looked up then, frowning. "Hold on, I think the aunt just walked in. Do have any photo ID?"

"You didn't tell me I needed ID." Holland growled as she pulled out her wallet and found her driver's license.

The woman took it and compared the photo to Holland's face. She sniffed at something -- either Holland's name, or her grimy work clothes, or just that she been robbed of the chance of hand Jane over to the authorities -- Holland couldn't tell. Without warning, she turned and lifted a photocopier's lid and put Holland's license onto the glass. Only after she tapped the button and made a copy that she explained, "For our records. So we can show exactly who picked up Jane."

"Yeah, right. Look, this is my cell phone number." Holland grabbed a stack of post-it notes getting a tsk of disapproval from the woman. Holland ignored her, writing down her number. "If either of the Brookharts show up, or call, or whatever, can you have them call me?"

"We're closing in thirty minutes." The woman eyed the boy, who had stood silently to the side, waiting his turn but listening intently. "You shouldn't be rollerblading on school grounds. It's against the rules. What is it that you need?"

"I'm with my Aunt Holly." The boy lifted his hand and pointed at Holland. "To pick up my sister, Jane."

Holland stared at him, truly seeing him for the first time. Last time she had seen her nephew, Luke, he was chubby six year-old. Yet she could recognize him, despite a foot to his height and six years of change. He was a young copy of his father with the same straight pale hair that had a tendency stick out in all direction. The only sign that he was his mother's child was his warm brown eyes. Brookhart men were tall, lean, and broad shouldered, and at twelve, her nephew Luke had all the signs of one day being built just like his father and uncle.

Holland swallowed down a guilty yelp. She hadn't even thought about him. Of course if Jane had to be picked up at school, something had to be done about Luke too.

"I see." The woman sniffed. "Take those things off and put shoes on." Obviously she never heard that to raise polite children, you were polite to them. The woman turned back to Holland. "Jane is at the nurses' office. Go down the hall, turn left, and it’s the third door down."

Holland waited as Luke pulled off his rollerblades and produced tennis shoes out of a backpack. He held the door open for her again as they walked out of the office together.

Out in the hall, Luke stated firmly, "Jane can talk. She just doesn't feel like it."

"So, how much does she talk?" Holland tried to find out what she was getting into without making the boy angry. "Like, if she needs to go to bathroom, does she tell us or does she just head to the bathroom?"

He gave her such a look of disgust that she wondered how stupid a question it was: were three year olds even potty-trained? Holland winced at the thought of changing diapers. Luke was the closest thing to a baby she'd known and he'd been out of diapers when she met his uncle.

"She's not a cripple or a retard." Luke looked away to glare at the ground, fists clenched, like he was fighting the urge to hit something. Hopefully not her. "All the kids here are messed up. They're in wheelchairs, or they can't see, or …" Or they couldn't talk. "She shouldn't be in this school."

And I'm not crazy, Holland thought. Two people adrift on "de nile" river. We should get along fine.

If Jane wouldn't talk, then this seemed to be the right school for her. But that wasn't the answer Luke wanted, or perhaps needed, at this time. Holland sighed and looked around at the school. "It seems nice enough to me." If you overlooked the Nazi secretary, that the doors were falling off, and the fact that down the hall a kid was screaming bloody murder.

"And to Jane, it's probably like any other pre-school. When you're little, kids are just kids. You don't notice if they're in wheelchairs or are dumb as brick. It's not until you're in grade school that the teasing starts. At first it’s the kid with the glasses or talks funny." Or the girl that sees angels. "By the time you're in high school it’s everything down to the clothes you wear or the books you read -- or the fact you read books at all."

"It gets worse?" Luke hunched his shoulders as if under a great weight.

What did the kids tease him about? He was a good looking boy, lean and graceful. His clothes looked hip to her. He didn't wear glasses, and his teeth were straight. But obviously he knew the pain of being different -- somehow.

"Sorry, but, yeah, it continues to be hell until you get out high school. Good news is that it almost goes away when you're all grown up. You're in, what, sixth grade?" She got a little nod. "Six more years and then you're home free."

"Oh joy." He muttered and then noticed the look of pity on her face. "It's not like that. They think they're getting to me, but I know if push came to shove, who would win. But it's hard to keep your head screwed on right. To know you're better than what they're telling you that you are. And I don't like people telling Jane that she's a cripple or a retard. She might believe them."

Holland blinked in surprise. It took years of therapy for her to that level of understanding it was all just head games. And she certainly understood walking the cliff edge, where you were always teetering toward self-doubt.

"When I was little, my best friend was retarded. I didn't realize she was actually a whole lot older than me until I was nearly seven. You don't judge when you're three, not others, not yourselves. Sometimes I think it’s a shame that we grow out of that."

The tension went out of Luke's body as he thought about it. "Mom thinks it's because we figure out what Jane wants without her talking. She says we've got to make Jane use words."

"Sounds like a plan." she shifted the conversation away from her mess. "If you don't go to school here, what are you doing here?"

"They called my school and had my teacher ask me if I knew how to get hold of my folks. I came to make sure Jane got home."

Just what she expected from Paul's son. "Good, because I have not a clue where you guys live, and I have a feeling if I'd told that to her, she wouldn't let me take Jane."

"Once, my mom hit a curve coming home and blew out a tire, and wasn't there when I got off the school bus at our old place. Something like that probably happened. Right?"

"Yeah. Something like that."

As they headed for the nurses' office, Holland noticed that the child was still screaming in the distance. It reminded her of the one time she'd heard a rabbit scream. It had the same animalistic quality to it -- a wordless pure howl of anguish. Only it went on and on, where the rabbit had shrieked and died. The sound played primal urges up and down her spine. To run to see what was wrong with the child. To stop whoever was making the child scream. To bolt in the opposite direction. It seemed horribly wrong to blithely continue with her life, politely ignoring the sound and all the responses it was triggering. Surely someone else was doing something about it. Surely.

She found herself glancing into room, seeing if anyone else noticed the screaming. Like Luke had said, the children in the rooms all obviously had horrible things wrong with them. Most were confined to wheelchairs, slumping bonelessly in the chairs like they'd been squashed under foot by an uncaring god. For Luke's sake, Holland forced herself not to recoil.

They rounded the corner and found the door to the nurses' office. Judging by the increasing volume as they neared the door, however, they also found where the screaming was coming from. Through the narrow sidelight window, Holland could see the nurse kneeling on the floor, intent on something down low.

This is not good.

Holland would have knocked, but Luke had lengthened his stride and went through the door without waiting for an invitation. As the door opened, the full force of the screaming hit her, proving that it had a nail-on-chalkboard quality to it had been muted by the walls.

There was a child under one of the cots, tucked back against the wall. Holland knew it was Jane. She had her mother's red hair, only instead of pulled back into a neat bun, Jane's hair was a mass of wild curls. It was like a dandelion had caught fire, each petal curling as it burned.

The nurse gave Holland a look desperate for the hope of rescue. "Can I help you?" she said, but her eyes said "Please take her away!"

"We're here for Jane Brookhart."

Relief dawned on the nurse's face. To her credit, she didn't cry out, "Oh, thank god!"

Luke had gotten on his stomach and peered under the cot too. "Jane! Come on out Jane. I'm here to take you home."

The screaming continued.

"She's never done anything like this. Her teacher says she's was very quiet all morning, but about ten minutes before they were to leave, she started to scream like this. We don't know what triggered it and we can't get her to stop."

And the nurse looked at Holland as if she expected Holland to turn the screaming off, like Jane was some elaborate car alarm with a remote switch on a key fob.

Luke was having no luck, having crawled half under the bed with his sister. "Don't cry, Jane, don't cry. I'm here and we're going home."

Holland got down on her hands and knees and peered under the cot at the children. Luke had struck her as small, but Jane was downright tiny. There were no tears on her face. She wasn't crying. She was just screaming; her eyes wide in what seemed like terror. What had happened that scared her so badly?

"Jane, honey, I'm your Aunt Holland. I'm here to take care of you. I'm going to take you away from here, and I won't let anything hurt you."

And like she'd hit the button on a key fob, the screaming stopped. Jane stared at her silently, as if surprised. And then suddenly, the girl scrambled out from under the bed and flung herself at Holland. Thin shoulder pressed chokingly tight to Holland's throat as Jane clung to her like a baby orangutan.

The nurse detailed out her afternoon. "We don't have a cafeteria, so we only gave her a snack. She should have something to eat." The nurse peered closely at Holland's forehead. "Oh, my, what happened to your head?"

"I -- I had an accident at work."

"You might want to see a doctor about that."

"I have." Holland lifted her wrist and tugged back her sleeve to show off the hospital tag. "No concussion. Three stitches. Told to take it easy for the day."

"Okay. Well. Will Jane be in school tomorrow?"

"I -- I don't know. Probably."

"Please have her mother call in and let us know what happened. We're all so worried."

At least someone at the school was.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:16:04 am

    Drabble: The Poi Boys

    Lelani's yard was full of zombie chickens when Tyler arrived. He parked next to her red Hello Kitty monster truck and eyed the chicken bodies that littered the yard. He'd come to escape his anger; like usual she managed to surprise him out of his annoyance.

    "What happened to your chickens?" he called, knowing that Lelani would have heard him pull up.

    "Software glitch." Lelani shouted from somewhere in her tree house-tent-shed-Matson shipping container Frankenstein monster that was her house. "You might want to keep an eye out for Mighty Mite. He's armed."

    "With what?" Tyler scanned the crushed lava rock yard. Lelani's alligator-like experimental robot was nowhere in sight but he knew from experience that it moved fast and the Hawaiian rainforest pressed close to the dirt driveway.

    "Taser."

    One of the dead chickens suddenly stumbled to its feet and weaved drunkenly away. Since the chicken had been the robot's original target, Tyler felt safe to climb down out of his pickup truck, laptop in one hand, thermal pack filled with beer in the other.

    Tyler kicked off his rubber slippers at the tent flap leading into Lelani's "living room" defined by a large tent over the cement slab that someday would be her house. He put his laptop on the picnic table and unpacked the beer bottles into the refrigerator that held down the non-existent kitchen. "You want a beer?"

    "Yeah."

    He still couldn't tell where she was, so he opened two bottles and went in search for her. "Why did you arm Mighty Mite?"

    The doors of the Matson container were unbolted and standing open and the fluorescent lights were on, illuminating the workshop inside. Tasers laying on the countertop indicated that she planned to arm more than just Mighty Mite. He jumped at the sound of claws on cement, but it was just Merry and Pippin carrying chicken eggs they had found and heading to the kitchen to deposit them. He stepped over the spider-legged robots and checked the lani in the back of the house. No robots or Lelani. It meant she was up in her tree house bedroom. He put the beers on the plastic table and sprawled into the hammock with his laptop.

    "Pepperspray requires you hit the face." Lelani called down from upstairs. "Tasers are easier to aim."

    "No, why did you need to arm your robots?"

    "Oh! That!" The counterbalance creaked as it swung upwards and the bedroom stairs lowered. Lelani padded down, yawning, still dressed in boy shorts and camisole top pajamas. Her long, glossy black hair was tamed into two pigtails that were threatening to come undone. "Something is eating my chickens, so I figured that I arm Mighty Mite and let him loose. It kind of backfired."

    "Isn't that illegal? Putting a weapon on a robot?"

    "I don't think he'll use it on a person. Certainly not you; he knows you."

    "Oh I'm on the 'do not kill' list?"

    "Well, I didn't want him zapping me, so I excluded everyone I had database on the facial recognition program."

    Samwise came scrambling up from the backyard, holding a lime aloft.

    "Not a egg!" Lelani said. "Give it to Tyler."

    Samwise turned and canted back to scan Tyler's face and then skittered forward to present the lime. It's load delivered, the little robot went off to slot into it's recharger stand. Tyler sliced up the lime and squeezed the juice into his beer.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:17:28 am
Drabble: This was supposed to go into an anthology put together by Esther but then I fell, twisted my leg and couldn't walk for a while and then was doing therapy on my knee. The fall on ice is the main reason I moved to Hawaii. I couldn't make deadline on the story, so I never finished it. The character's origin story, however, will be in the upcoming Giant Monster anthology from Baen.

Tuck woke to the sudden realization that not only was someone in his apartment, at least one of them was sitting beside on the edge of his bed. Since someone was also digging through his silverware in his kitchen, there was more than one person. “Who’s there?”

“It’s just us.” Lylove Sutter’s voice came out the darkness. “Tuck, we need you come with us to the Mall of America. We’ve got reports of a man-eating were-moose.”

“Moose?” Tuck fumbled for his glasses, sure he misheard the woman.

“Yes. Very large. Very scary. Last seen in Bloomingdales.”

“Were-moose?”

“That’s what we want to find out!” Osmyn Walcott called from John’s kitchen.

“Now?” Despite his protest, Tuck climbed out of his bed. He had learned the hard way that two would take him naked from his place if he didn’t go under his own power. “Why do you keep doing this to me? If you haven’t noticed, I have no combat skills. You never tell my anything – I don’t even know which branch of the government you work for. And—and—and—time and time again -- you nearly get me killed!”

“Director sent us to get you.” Sutter had dropped her voice so Walcott couldn’t hear her. “There’s always a lower body count when you’re involved. Since this is the Mall of America, she would like as little collateral damage as possible.”

Tuck grabbed clean clothes and ducked into his bathroom. He learned not to shut the door as the two agents considered that a possible escape attempt on his part. Not that he could possibly fit out the tiny window, but they were thorough and paranoid like that. He risked a quick shower and then dressed, all the while aware that Lylove had clear view of his “scrawny white ass.” Typically he had until Osmyn ate everything in Tuck’s kitchen to get ready. For that reason alone, he always kept his pantry well stocked.

He also had a backpack already packed in his closet with all the things he desperately wanted during the course of previous adventures: a change of clothes, a second pair of shoes, first aid kit, fishing line and hook, his passport, money, a gold cross, cloves of garlic, silver dollars, and a Gaelic-English dictionary. What else could he need to grab before they dragged him off? What would he suddenly find himself wanting in…

“Wait -- Mall of America?”

“World’s largest mall, outside of St. Paul, Minnesota.”

Osmyn filled his bedroom doorway, a roast beef sandwich in one hand and a bag of cookies in other. “Come on, let’s haul ass.”
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:18:13 am
Drabble: And yes, occasionally I do fanfic of my own stuff...

Ivan spent his life being coldly ruthless and clever. It had not prepared him for an infant. He stared at the tiny being. Science said it was his exact duplicate, or to be more exact, they were both copies of the dead Tsar, Viktor. It did not seem possible, though, that he was ever so small. He cautiously extended his forefinger to touch the impossibly tiny hand. Fingers only millimeters in diameter wrapped around his index, equally small feet kicked. The baby had no hair or no teeth. Surely something had gone wrong.

"Are there any defects?" He asked.

"No, none." The tech said. "We left him in as long as possible to make sure there would be no complications. He's as perfect as science can make him and still be an exact copy of Viktor."

The baby won't let go of his finger. The way it flailed its limbs, though, holding on seemed to be all that the baby was capable of.

"How long will it be like this?" Ivan asked.

The tech looked startled and confused.

"When will it start to walk?" Ivan clarified at the risk of sounding as ignorant as he was. He should have researched infants before coming to pick up the clone.

"Oh, not for almost a year. He'll start to roll over in a few months, and then crawl in seven or eight months."

He had no idea that children were born this small and useless. At least it made sense now why the center recommended a handler for the infant.

"Safety tip." The tech carefully freed Ivan's finger. "When you're picking him up, be sure to keep his head and neck supported." The tech illustrated and tried to hand the baby to him.

"I don't want to hold him." Ivan stepped back.

"But – he's your son, Tsar Ivan," the tech said. "You should – you should know how not to hurt him."

Ivan had planned just to turn the baby over to its handler, but he supposed that he might be expected to deal with it, now and again. If nothing else, there would need to be publicity photos, so the public would know that he had an heir.

He stepped closer and let the tech carefully transfer the baby into his hands. The baby seemed too light to be an intelligent being. People really started out this small?

"Dropping him could kill him," the tech said. "He shouldn't be given anything small to chew or he'll choke to death on it. Never shake him in anger; that could kill him too. When he becomes mobile, your cleaning staff needs to be careful that he won't accidently swallow anything toxic."

The list went on. Surely babies weren't that fragile.
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The baby handler was dry stick of a woman. She had references and papers to say that she knew what she was doing. Ivan's natural suspicion of people made him leery of the woman. When he heard the baby howling late that night, he went through the palace quickly to the recently remodeled wing now called "the nursery."

(yes yes missing story here leading up to Ivan feeding the baby…)

The baby nuzzled into his shoulder and slept.

Ivan had never felt so close to another being before. Was this the bonding that they talk about for mothers? He sat marveling at the tiny person sleeping in his arms.

"Tsar, do you want me to put your son into his crib, or will you?" The nanny asked.

His son.
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He went often to the nursery. He liked feeding Mikhail who watched him with fascination as he fed.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:19:04 am
Drabble: THIS OLD HAUNTED HOUSE (And no, that's not Jane's Boo, I'll have to rename this girl.)

Boo stood in the doorway of her new bedroom, leaning again my legs. She clutched her stuffed dog tightly and viewed the bare room with suspicious eyes. Thanks to hours of work, with the exception of truly ugly floral wallpaper, there was nothing to dislike it. It was a large, sunny room with hardwood floors and window seat.

"It will look better once I strip the wallpaper and paint it," I promised.

"Wolfie doesn't like it, mommy." She held the toy Huskie to her ear. "He says someone died in this room. He can smell it."

"Nobody died in that room." I'd carefully researched the house before buying it. It had been built in 1890s and so far ten people had been killed in it. Boo's bedroom was innocent of all death. The bedroom across the hall, however, had blood splatter still on the walls; I had that door locked.

Boo nuzzled into Wolfie and considered it. "This time, can we paint my room pink?"

Pink? I tried not to shudder. Why was it, no manner I tried to raise a feminist daughter, she still reverted to stereotype little girl? The art of flipping houses was to appeal to broadest range; normally I painted all rooms in calm neutral colors. A pink bedroom would have to be repainted, but hell, if it kept her from camping out in my bedroom, what was one afternoon painting?

"Yes, you can have pink."

"And a princess bed?" My child had a future in contract negotiations.

All our previous flips, I been doing the flips within a month or two of buying the house and selling it quickly. It let me quickly grow my initial first down payment into several hundred thousand dollars. It was a nomadic life, devoid of furniture. It was about time we settled long enough to have real beds. "And a princess bed."

"Okay. I'll sleep in it." She slipped around my legs and headed downstairs. "I'll get my toys!"

Connor was at the end of the long hallway, silently studying the master suite. I went down the hall to him.

"I'm taking that room." I ruffled his hair. "Isn't it nice?

He gave me a dark look.

I gave his thin shoulders a hug. He was still shorter than me, but not by much. The kid was growing like a weed. I tried not to think about how much trouble that could cause in the future.

"The bathroom is really small, though, so I'm going to expand it into this small bedroom here." I pressed a hand to the wall beside us. Kitchens and bathrooms sold houses. It was a six bedroom house; the loss of one or two bedrooms wasn't going to be missed. With the exception of the master and Boo's bedroom, all the bedrooms were on the small side; I was thinking of merging the others together into two large bedrooms instead of four small ones.

Changes on those, however, would have to be more than just structural.

He eyed the doors to the other bedrooms, all locked shut. "Somebody been busy," he said in his quiet, nearly monotone voice.

"A little elbow grease, a little paint…" And a good bit more esoteric things. "All the other houses in this neighborhood sell for over a million dollars. I'll be able to triple our money on this one."

He gave me another look. "So…where do I sleep?"

"I was thinking the attic? For now. Once I get one of the bedrooms on this floor done, you'll be able to move into it."

We climbed up the attic stairs to the huge space up there. It was filled with old boxes and trunks and mismatched broken furniture, decades of dust and cobwebs. I tried not to feel guilty about the fact I'd given Boo the best room and already scrubbed it clean. She was just five, and I needed her out from under foot. Connor was old enough, and self-reliant enough to clean out his own room. It had nothing to do that she was the child I gave birth to, and he was one I collected in my previous life.

"There's room in the garage for this stuff." I wrestled open the filthy window and pointed down at the four car garage. "I need you to carry all these boxes and things down so I can sort through them later. Then dust out the cobwebs and sweep and mop."

He nodded stoically.

I tried to salve my conscious with, "We'll paint your bedroom first, and you can pick out the color and a bed."

"Can I have a loft bed?"

I looked at him in surprise. This from the boy I fought with for two months just to sleep in a bed. I suspect it was because he was becoming a teenager and was starting to want to be like the other kids. I felt for the poor kid. Everything stood against him being normal, from our nomadic life to his transmittable virus.

"Yes, you can have a loft bed. We'll go to Home Depot and find a furniture store…" I considered if it would be safe to take him out in public. It was. "After dinner."

He nodded and immediately set to work. I went downstairs to check to make sure Boo was safely settled in her room. She knew the moving-in drill well enough that she was only artfully arranging her boxes of toy instead of unpacking them all. She had made a fortress of boxes around her unrolled sleeping bag. Wolfie stood guard on a cardboard tower as the Barbies discussed the new neighborhood and the possibility of other little girls to play with.
I double-checked that the other bedroom doors were locked and then headed down the grand staircase. I had to make one of the bathrooms useable and then start to work on the kitchen.
#
God Bless Home Depot and its rival brother, Lowes. I know that they'd done horrible things to the mom and dad hardware stores, but for me, they were god's gift. Foremost was the fact that no one turned as we walked in the door and instantly knew we were new to the neighborhood. They didn't watch us walk down the aisle, wondering where we lived. What are we going to do with all the things we bought? I liked the anonymity of chain stores. Beyond that, I could get paint, light fixtures, plumbing supplies, all major appliances, lumber, and even a dumpster. What wasn’t there to love?

Boo took about two seconds in picking out a pale pink. Surprising me again, Connor said he wanted to consider the hundreds of colors at length. I left him there at the long aisle of color chips and headed to appliances. The range was dead, and the refrigerator dubious and the washing machine and dryer were non-existent. The joy of having just sold my last flipped house, I had money to work with. The joy of having just moved into a new house was that places like Home Depot gave out coupons for serious discounts on appliances. I felt like a kid in a candy store.

I had my head poked into an oven when a male voice said, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I want this range, that refrigerator, that washing machine, and that dryer. And I want…" I turned and nearly swooned. Handsome men do that to me sometimes. A dangerous, dangerous knee-jerk reaction that I fought hard to control. Boo was the result of the last time I wavered. Conner was from the time before. Luckily, having two kids in tow worked wonders at keeping men at bay.

He was tall, broad shoulder, slim waist, long legged. His name tag read "Kevin." He made the bright orange look good. "You want…?"

You. Bad answer. "Ummm." What had I been saying? Oh yes, buying appliances. "I want them delivered as soon as possible."

"Sure." He led the way to a computer where he typed in information. He asked my name, had to comment on it like most people, and then asked for an address.

"Twenty-three mockingbird lane." (Wen: Just roll with it, I'll figure out a better address later.)

He looked up in surprise. "Mockingbird? You mean the Van Hesiling place?" When I looked blankly at him, he added. "The Victorian house with the wrought iron fence?"
"It's a Queen Anne actually, but yes, that's us. We just moved in this morning."

"You're living there?"

Sigh. It was going to be one of those conversations. "How soon can these be delivered?" I waved my shopping list at him. "I've got a ton of things to get yet."

He blinked at me and bent back to the keyboard, typing in information. "Do you know…the history of your house?"

"Yeah, my realtor told me all about it. I rather you not mention any of it in front of my little girl."

He glanced at Boo and his eyes went a little wider. "Oh geez. I-I-I don't what your realtor told you, but I doubt even if she knew it all, she couldn't you everything about that place."

I stepped so I was in front of Boo, so she would only see my back as I leaned in close and said quietly but firmly, "Don't--scare--my--kid."

"There are some things that you should be afraid of."

"There is nothing you could tell me that I don't already know."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that."
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:19:53 am
Drabble: Another self fanfic. Unlike the other one, this might lead to something.

This was the life: steaming down river in a sternwheel riverboat, smoking expensive cigars, drinking aged whiskey and playing five card draw poker with the possibilities of a gunfight on the horizon. Corelle Whistler slouched back in her chair, her cards stacked in front of her, right fingers resting lightly on her six-gun. At least one of the other women at the table was cheating; the question was which ones? She took a puff of her cigar and waved it lazily with her left hand, hopefully distracting the rest of the players from where her right hand sat.

"You playing or taking a dump there, Greenfield?" Corelle asked the noble woman to her left.

Greenfield had been tapping a half-crown piece on the worn damask tablecloth, trying to disguise the fact that she was actually staring hard at Corelle's stacked cards. Greenfield's ice blue eyes flicked up to meet Corelle's, narrowing in speculation.

Corelle grinned back, raising eyebrows. The bitch probably was the one that supplied the marked deck. Obviously it never occurred to her that someone could spot a marked deck and use it to their advantage. Greenfield was sitting on three queens. Corelle had managed to distract Greenfield from seeing the cards dealt out and now the noble woman could only see that the prince consort card on top of Corelle's hand.

"In or out?" The cute lamb to Corelle's right asked, all wide violet eyes and black ringlets, voice husking with nervousness. Normally Corelle had little patience with sheep trying to play with wolves, but this lamb doing well enough that Corelle suspected that the girl might also be cheating. If she was, she was doing a better job than Greenfield at not getting caught. Corelle couldn't figure out, though, how the lamb was holding her own. If she wasn't cheating, she had amazing grit and luck. Unfortunately, the girl was showing Greenfield and Corelle that she was holding two pair – captains over tens -- a good hand, but not enough to beat Greenfield.

The other players folded, their cards splayed facedown for only those in the know to read. Three prince consorts were unaccounted for; thus the reason that Greenfield had been staring at Corelle's hidden cards. Where, oh where, Greenfield was wondering, were the boys?

"You're in or out?" The lamb tried for a growl.

Greenfield flicked another look at Corelle and tossed in the half-crown. "In."

"I raise you." The lamb said instantly and started to push coins out to the center of the table. "That's forty-five crowns all told."

Corelle locked her jaw, squashing any tells. Forty-five was a small fortune and more than what Greenfield or Corelle had stacked in front of them. If they couldn't match it, the lamb won by default. Pure grit.

Corelle put the cigar back in her mouth, pushed what she had on the table to the center, and then fished out her stash. She could match forty-five but it left her completely broke. "Call."

Greenfield stared at the hundred crowns on the table and then glanced again at Corelle's cards. She fished a piece of paper out of her coat's breast pocket.

The lamb stilled in an effort to keep tells off her face. "What the hell is that?" She managed to sound no more nervous than a few moments earlier.

What indeed?

"Betrothal papers for a boy in Wyemouth. Won him off his fiancee. I'm going to pick him up for a crib I run in Sarah's Point. He's worth a lot more than forty-five crowns."

"If the papers are real." Corelle reached out for the papers, keeping tight rein on her temper. Had Greenfield used the marked cards to steal the boy? Of all the low things!

"Signed and sealed." Greenfield let her take the papers to verify that they were legal.

And indeed they were. The boy had two months before he came of age and clean bill of health. Greenfield was a monster to grab him so young and stick him a disease-ridden hell.

"Fine." Corelle threw them into the pot. "Your loss."

Greenfield flipped over her queens. The poor lamb forgot how to breath.

"Well?" Greenfield asked.

Corelle flipped her cards with her left hand, showing her royal flush.

Greenfield frowned and glanced at the deck. The fourth queen had been safely on the top last time Greenfield paid attention to it. Corelle's off-suit deuce now sat in its place.

Greenfield started for her gun and froze as Corelle whipped up her six-gun.

"Ah, ah, ah." Corelle wagged her pistol in the noble woman's face. "Don't even think about it."

"You cheated!"

"Me? Are you saying the cards are marked? How could I do that? You supplied the deck, didn't you?"

The lamb looked down at the cards and breathed out as if punched. "They are your cards, Greenfield!"

The other women slowly nodded. "You didn't want to play with anything but a fresh bought deck."

Corelle snatched up the papers and tucked them away while keeping the gun leveled on Greenfield. "We're going to be civil about this?"

"River trash." Greenfield spat.

Corelle grinned. Holy Mothers, she loved this life. She dropped her stetson upside-down on the table and started to load coins into it. "Glad to make your acquaintance."

The lamb was looking sick. Was it her little brother that just exchanged hands in front of her? Did the little brother have the same big violet eyes?

Focus, woman. You still have a job to do.

Corelle scooped up her coin-heavy stetson. "Sorry to win and run, but I believe in getting out while ahead."
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 23, 2013, 05:21:04 am
Drabble: For Kate to silence the voices (I suspect though it will only make them scream more)

Someone shadowed Corelle from the hall up to her room. She dropped the coins onto her bed and tucked herself up against the door, pistol ready.

The knock was lamb tentative.

Damn, she wanted Greenfield at her door, not the lamb.

Corelle opened the door, jerked the lamb in and slammed the door shut.

The lamb truly had beautiful eyes. She gripped Corelle's wrist tight as Corelle kept her pressed up against the wall.

"So, let me guess, boo hoo, you want the papers?"

"Yes." Little lamb growled, thunderstorms raging in those violet eyes.

"You be a good little thing and we might work something out. You cause me problems, and I'll throw you overboard, understand?"

Lamb nodded.

Someone else was coming in heavy, long strides. Damn, the lamb leaving her room might make Greenfield suspect they were working together. It made Corelle's win seem less skillful and she needed the woman impressed.

Corelle pushed the lamb toward the bed. "Get under the bed and be quiet. Not a word, no matter what."

The lamb looked uncertain but scrambled under the bed. Points for doing what she was told. Corelle moved the lone oil lamp from the nightstand to the table, cloaking the bed in near darkness.

A moment, the next visitor announced themselves with a solid, demanding rap. Hopefully it was Greenfield as there weren't any other hiding places in the sparse bedroom.

"What is it?" Corelle called, back to the wall beside the door.

"It's Baroness Greenfield. I want to talk to you."

And I want to talk to you.

"Don't be a sore loser." Corelle called instead.

Greenfield scoffed. "How would you like to make ten times the amount that you just cheated me out of?"

Corelle locked down on the grin that wanted to take control of her face and opened the door.

Greenfield had a bottle of brandy and two glasses. "Let's talk business."

Corelle nodded to the table and two chairs.

"That was neatly done." Greenfield dropped the glasses on the table and splashed brandy in both. "The distraction and switching the cards."

"Wouldn't been possible without you bringing the marked cards to the table." Corelle pointed out. "A peer can bully a deck onto the table but someone like me..."

"Exactly. I think we could work together." Greenfield raised her glass in a toast.

I'm counting on it. "Really?" Corelle kept her distance but picked up the other glass. In the dimly lit room with her back to the bed, Greenfield wouldn’t be able to see the girl tucked up under it, but Corelle realized that she had tripped herself up. If she managed to hook Greenfield and reel her in, then she was going to have a witness.

Maybe the lamb would like join the game. They were running slightly thin on this and if her brother was as pretty as she was, then they were going to be sisters-in-law.

"I'm in need of someone of your finesse." Greenfield said. "My pervious business associate had an unfortunate accident with a rope."

An interesting way to say she was hung. "I see."
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Greenfield strode away.

Corelle slouched in the chair, swirling the brandy in the highball glass. It was a start, but she hadn't gotten no where close enough.

"Hey, you, little lamb." She called to the girl.

Lamb slid out from under the bed far enough to glare up at Corelle. "You cheated just so she would come talk to you."

Ohhh, this was one clever little lamb.

"And you're on this boat just to get this." Corelle tapped her breastpocket, making the paperwork crinkle.

"I need that paper."

Corelle nodded. "We can work something out. Are you Eldest?"

"No." The lamb slid the rest of the way out from under the bed, but stayed in the shadows on the floor. "Eldest won't give back the brother's price for the paperwork. The (wife-to-be) paid top crown; we wouldn't be able to get half that after a scandal."

"Greenfield is holding out for the full amount?"

"She was." The girl spat. "She won just like she lost it, for pennies on the crown, but she wouldn't give it to us for less than the full amount."

Greenfield, then, was a true gambler. Penny-wise until the thrill of the game was in the air.

"So what's your name?" Corelle asked.

"Jess. Jess Whitcliff." The girl glared up at Corelle. "So, what do you want for the paper?"

There was a light tap on the door. Jess instantly ducked under the bed. Smart girl.

Corelle undid the lock and let her younger sister, Summer, into the room.

"What the hell was that?" Summer whispered fiercely.

"That was making an impression on the mark." Corelle indicated that Summer should check under the bed.

Summer cautiously tilted sideways to look. "What is she doing under there?"

Corelle said. "She's got a younger brother."

"Under the bed with her?"

Corelle held out the paperwork to Summer.

Summer stared at the paper and then at Jess who had slid back out from under the bed. Even Summer could see the possibilities that the violet eyes presented. "You bought us a husband? With what?"

"I won him."

"You two are sisters." Jess stated the obvious.

They had worked hard so they wouldn't look like it, but there was only so much they could do. Corelle had grown out her hair and dyed it blonde. Her clothes were all old and worn, appropriate of river trash. She had scuffed up her holsters but she kept all her weapons top quality.

Summer had her black hair short and neat and her clothes were modest but well-kept. Someone scanning a room quick wouldn't put them together but side by side, only a blind woman would miss that they had the same tall lean build, strong chin, and striking blue eyes. In Summer, all the elements came together better, but Corelle knew that she was still good looking woman. The Whistlers were, from first to last, a handsome family.

"Yes, we're sisters, and we're in the market for a husband." Corelle tucked the paperwork back into her breast pocket. "What's your brother like? Is he pretty?"

Jess stared at Corelle for a minute and then stammered, "I-I-I don't know. He's the only boy I've ever seen."

"Does he look like you?"

That got Corelle a surprised and leery look. "Y-y-yes. He looks like me. You really want to marry him? Knowing he was bound for a crib? Sight unseen?"

"We're seeing you." Corelle motioned for the girl to stand up. They proved to be nearly eye-to-eye despite the fact that the girl was probably only fifteen or sixteen. "And the crib isn't his fault. His wives were suppose to keep him safe, not lose him in a rigged card game."

"Rigged?" Jess considered a moment and proved that she did know how to swear if pushed. "Of course. The bitch. I'll kill her."

Corelle caught the girl by the chin. "Ah, ah, ah." Wolves like Greenfield ate little lambs like this one for lunch. "You leave her to us."

Summer hrumphed. It was easy to see her considering the situation. They wouldn't be able to afford a husband until their younger brother Doric came of age. That was six years off. Take the bird in the hand or the wait for the one in the bush?

The girl was using proper Queens diction, her clothes were all good quality work clothes, and she carried no weapons, not even a pocketknife. It pointed to a family that was most likely poor gentry. The Whistlers might be able to marry better if they waited, but settling for Jess's brother left them able to do anything they wanted with Doric brother's price. Buy land. Buy a business.

Buy a steamboat.

Now that would be the life.

There were just one consideration left.

"Is your brother as tall as you?" Corelle wasn't sure if she wanted a short husband, not that it mattered any in bed. A tall husband would mean tall children.

Jess nodded, then shyly added. "Our mothers say he's not done growing yet."

"It's a shining coin up for grabs." Corelle murmured to Summer.

"He sounds acceptable." Summer agreed. "We'll have to ask the others first."

Between them, though, they usually managed to sway the others to see things their way, so it was nearly a done deal. That only left what to do with their little lamb of a sister-in-law.

"Do you have cabin?" Corelle asked.

Another blush and a quick shake of the head. "I-I-I stowed away."

Spunky little lamb coming after a big bad wolf to save her brother. Corelle shook her head. It was amazing that the girl hadn't gotten herself killed. They have to walk carefully, though, to make sure that the girl didn't get them killed instead.

"Go with Summer and not a word to anyone about anything you've heard tonight."
#
Jess felt like his feet were no longer connected to the rest of his body. He stumbled along after the woman who legally owned him, who he might be getting married to, who might be a thief, and a liar, and a traitor.

He didn't even know her name.

"What – what do I call you?" he asked when they paused at the stairwell.

The black haired woman glanced toward him. At least she was beautiful in a fierce wolf kind of way. She had a pair of six-guns riding low on her hips and a long, wicked knife holstered across her kidneys. Both sisters had Order of the Sword tattooed on the back of their left hand. Initials of the crib fathers under the pommel and on either side of the hilt made their family third generation line soldiers. His mothers always said that line soldiers were just a step above river rats.

But even a family of river rats, though, would be better than a crib.

"I'm Summer."

"Summer." He echoed. "That's pretty."

She flashed him a smile as warm as her name, and then the smile was gone, and only the wolf cautious woman remained.

They went up the stairs, Summer moving silently, and down the corridor to another cabin. There she gave a light, uneven rap.

A fierce baby sister, armed to the teeth, opened the door. "Who's this?"

"Maybe our new sister." Summer gave him a push into the cabin and locked the door behind her. Unlike the other cabin, which was meant for one person, this one featured bunk beds for a large family traveling together. A oil lamp swung from the rafters, throwing shifting shadows. Judging by the stowed gear, there were four women using the cabin, but it was clean and neat. "Corelle won her brother. This is Heira."

"Jess." He tucked away the name of the woman that won him. Corelle. So far, she acted like she was the Eldest, despite not bearing the name.

Heira swept an appraising eye down over him. She was half a head shorter than him, but her wide shoulders and suntanned forearms spoke of hours of hard work in the sun. Like her sisters, she had Order of the Sword tattooed on her left hand, and wore six-guns tied low. She swept her gaze over him. "Where's your weapons?"

"I don't have any." Jess confessed slowly. "I wasn't going to win any fight, not on my own. I had to beat Greenfield with my smarts."

Heira scoffed. "And that worked so well."

"She did well enough even in a rigged game." Summer sat on one of the lower bunks to pull off her boots. "How were you doing that?"

Jess been so focused on the game that he didn't see Summer but apparently she been in the room, probably protecting Corelle's back. "You can keep track of cards by what was played the hand before and how well the deck gets shuffled. Make educated guesses as to what people have. Read tells..."

"And a lot of luck." Heira grumbled and stepped toward the door. "If you're here with the gear, Summer, I'm stretching my legs."

Summer jerked her head toward Jess. "Yes or no?"

Heira paused, hand on the lock. She studied him for a minute and then nodded. "It's a shining coin, better grab it while we can."

And then she was gone.

Summer walked to the door in stocking feet to lock the door behind her little sister. "Can you handle a gun?"

"I don't usually hit what I aim at." Seemed like a safe answer.

"A knife?"

He shook his head. "My family doesn't ... we're not soldiers."

"What are you?"

"Pilots."

"River pilots?"

Jess shook his head. "Wyemouth port. When the steamers come in, we go out to meet them and guide the ships in. There's lots of reefs and sandbars that shift over time. Its the only way for ships to come into port safely."

Summer took off her gunbelt and tucked her pistols next to her pillow. "So the ships needs you but they're not yours to protect. I can see why your family don't go armed. If anything, a ship's crew probably less jumpy if you come onboard unarmed."

Her knife joined her guns.

"Don't you make good money doing that?" Summer started to unbutton her shirt and he suddenly realized that she might expect him to strip down too. His "disguise" was a short haircut, a bandana tied about his throat, and an oversized shirt not tucked in at the bottom. He kept out of sight in the daytime, coming out only when the oil lamps cast deep shadows. If he was going to travel with them, he probably couldn't stay hidden.

Still, he wasn't sure if telling them the truth was a wise idea.

When a family was charged with treason, all their menfolk were taken for military-run cribs. If the sisters weren't thieves, they might not want a husband that been roaming the countryside, doing gods know what. He was damned it they were river trash, damned if they weren't.

"Don't you?" Summer came to nudge his foot, peeling off her shirt.

Her breasts barely contained in a surprisingly delicate lace brasserie blanked out every thought in his brain. Beyond the arrow of suntanned skin that pointed to her cleavage, her skin was pale white as fine china. Her stomach was flat and muscled and he could see the band of her panties.

"Jess?" Summer called him back to himself.

What were they talking about? Money. She was probably wondering why they needed his brother's price so badly.

"A few years ago, when Eldest and the our other elder sisters got old enough to take over some of the work, we bought a riverboat. We were making money shipping rare goods up from Wyemouth to Mayfair. Things were going well, and then we lost our boat and half our mothers to pirates. We had loans out on the shipment that was never delivered. We needed--" he caught himself before he said "my" and scrubbed at tears gathering in his eyes. "The amount we got for my brother paid off the loans, barely."

Summer turned away. "Your Eldest sacrificed him to save the family."

"It would have been fine if those idiots hadn't gambled away the betrothal papers -- to a crib owner!" His voice cracked.

"They should be horsewhipped." Summer said. "You don't do that to the man you've pledged to love and protect. Well, your brother will be better off with us -- we know how to treat menfolk right."

He truly hoped that was true.

She shimmied off her pants, showing off the fact that her panties were delicate and lacy as her brasserie had been. Where had she gotten such fine things?

There was a loud knock on the door.

Summer unlocked the door and it slammed open and slammed shut behind another sister.

"What the f$*k is she doing here?" The sister bled from the nose and a split lip. She ran a tattooed hand across her face, smearing blood. She was close enough in age to Summer and Corelle that the three most likely had different mothers. It seemed as if they would all have the same father, though, to look so much alike.

"Corelle won her brother in the game." Summer locked the door again. "Who hit you?"

"Eva!" The girl growled. "Some stupid git called her four eyes. The idiot had six sisters. Being a good sister, I tried to help. Should have known better to close to Eva when her glasses are off."

Summer reached for her guns. "Kira! You didn't stay to make sure she was okay?"

"Oh the fight is over! They were f$*king sheep-witted farmers and it was Eva. They didn't stand a chance. She went off to tell Corelle something."

Summer pulled on a sleeping shirt, covering up distractions. "Jess, you can have the bunk above me."

Jess scrambled up to the top bunk that Summer had indicated and tucked himself back into the shadows.

Kira started to unload weapons, tossing them onto the lower bunk opposite the one he was on. She had been carrying a rifle across her back, a pair of six-guns on her hips, and two knifes. She eyed him suspiciously as she took the second knife from her boot. "We're really trusting her enough to let her sleep with us?"

"If we marry her brother, she's our sister-in-law. What you think? Yes or no?"

Kira made a face. "Corelle likes the idea?"

"Her idea."

"Okay. I'm in."
#
Eva been fighting, so Corelle was all quiet and reasonable. Trying to get anything done while Eva was all riled up usually ended with a lesson in pain. Corelle pushed a glass carefully within range of where Eva sprawled in the other chair, splashed bourbon into it, and waited for the wild woman to get tucked away behind the little schoolmarm. Eva gulped down the liquor, shuddered a little since she rarely drank, frowned at her bloody knuckles, and took her wire rim glasses out of their wooden case. Only after Eva taken out her little moleskin notebook, studied it in brooding silence, and finally lowered it did Corelle break the quiet.

"What did you find?"

"She has locks upon locks." Eva threw out her long legs and sighed loudly. "She really doesn't want people going through her stuff. I got the whole way in. Everything is coded but nothing very sophisticated. I had it cracked in a few minutes, but damn if I could figure out what it was. I copied some of it, but she had too much to copy in the time allowed. I couldn't even tell what was important and what wasn't. She must have one sister doing nothing but churning out coded documents."

Eva tilted the moleskin and flipped the pages. Nothing looked recognizable. "Kira said you got Greenfield hooked."

"She came to recruit but didn't go into details." Corelle took out the betrothal papers. "Here, take these, keep them safe."

Eva breathed out a curse. "You lucky bitch. What are we going to do with him?"

"Keep him the hell away from Greenfield. Monster was going to take him to a crib."

Behind the wire rims, Eva's eyes went cold and hard. The wild woman stirred in anger.

Corelle risked pain to reach out and tap her hard in the collarbone. "Don't lay a finger on her. Leave her to us."

"I never want to see again a man who suffered like Evan Wainwright and know I could have prevented it."

It was debatable if they could have prevented Evan's rape, torture and murder. More than any of them, though, Eva carried the burden of knowing that they hadn't been where they were supposed to be when their lives intersected with his.

Eva hunched her shoulders in rebellion but nodded. She studied the paper, reading all the little tiny words that Corelle had just scanned. "His sisters are idiots. This is more like a bearer bond than a marriage contract."

"Meaning?"

"A normal marriage contract is legal for only the parties named on document. Basically anyone holding this paper, owns the boy."

"We own him now."

"As long as we have this paper, we do." Eva carefully tucked the document away. "Do we really want to deal with these idiots as sister-in-laws? We could sell him to a good family as if he was our brother, just not with all the future ties."

That Corelle hadn't considered. Still, the little lamb of a sister gave such promise for a beautiful but intelligent husband. "I like the one that's on the boat trying to win him back. She's got spunk. And she's pretty."

Eva scoffed. "You thought Balin Brindle was good looking."

"My standards have gone up. Besides, the Brindle sisters are all ugly as sin compared to Jess."

"Jess?" Eva cocked her head.

"Jess Whitecliff. She stowed away so I had her bunk up with you four. If she's going to be our sister-in-law, we should take care of her."

Eva considered for a moment before nodding. "This should be interesting."
#
Jess woke to someone touching his face. He blink sleepily at the woman leaning against his bunk. She looked somehow familiar, only she shouldn't be wearing a pair of glasses that magnified her vivid blue eyes.

"Well now," she said. "Those are the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. Like violets in the spring under the weeping willows."

He jerked back as he woke all the way up and realized he didn't know this woman at all.

"There, there, you're safe. We won't let anything happen to you, little lamb."

"That lamb needs a sheering." Kira grumbled in the background. "Someone could grab hold of that hair real easy like."

"Hush you." As the stranger shushed Kira, Jess realized that this must be Eva, thought nothing about her hinted that she'd been in a fight with six women. There wasn't a mark on her face, and her clothes looked pressed neat. Like the others, her black hair was military short and there was a Order of the Sword tattooed on her left hand. "Nobody's going to be touching our little lamb."

Kira made a sound of disgust. "She's your to herd, then."

"That's a 'yes' then?" Summer was belting on her six guns.

"Oh definitely." Eva murmured.



Aand that was the lot of them. :) My exercises in copy and paste are done for today 9) Enjoy!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 23, 2013, 10:39:13 am
 :D Thank you Varg. I've been waiting for the rest of the story of Brother's Price ever since I read it. Glad to have the tidbit.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 30, 2013, 09:55:59 pm
Cover for Wood Sprites.
http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/109626.html#comments
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 01, 2013, 03:43:56 am
:)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on December 01, 2013, 07:49:47 am
Does that one have anything to do with Tinker, or not?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on December 01, 2013, 12:47:47 pm
It does. The two little girls are he sisters. They are from the batch of frozen zygotes made from her father and her astronaut mother. Someone stole them to have children.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on December 31, 2013, 03:04:10 pm
http://wen-spencer.livejournal.com/109918.html#comments

Poor Director Maynard. LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Elfhome #4 - Wood Sprites
Post by: SCoutts on May 03, 2014, 10:30:47 am
The E-arc of Wood Sprites is available at Baen.
http://www.baenebooks.com/p-2454-wood-sprites-earc.aspx


I just got it, so I can't comment on how it compares to the earlier ones in the series.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on May 03, 2014, 10:31:35 am
That shows sample chapters too! :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on May 03, 2014, 11:04:26 am
:D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: SCoutts on June 03, 2014, 03:36:48 pm
What did you think of Wood Sprites?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 03, 2014, 05:03:27 pm
Haven't had a chance to read it yet. :(
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on June 03, 2014, 10:41:54 pm
Haven't had a chance to read it yet. :(
Same here.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on October 19, 2014, 02:51:57 am
Decker and Joshua went shopping :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Suzi on October 19, 2014, 06:59:09 am
I am so enjoying the snippet trail she is laying on her facebook page at the moment  bOuNcY
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on October 19, 2014, 01:22:17 pm
Me too! :D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on October 19, 2014, 02:06:21 pm
These are fun.  Poor Josh, too.  He's at that age where everything is an affront to dignity, and his is in tatters.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 14, 2014, 11:12:37 pm
Remind you of anyone?

(https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/8376027904/h07AF4472/)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 15, 2014, 08:26:14 am
Any elf, ever?

I was laughing at her (self?) question the other night about the two teen boys.  Gross out artists that teen boys tend to be, I can still absolutely see the big tough werewolves doing exactly that.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 15, 2014, 01:32:48 pm
 LOL Yup to both.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 16, 2014, 11:51:13 am
Reading the re-post of Kate's snippet a little bit ago, I had some thoughts.
It makes sooo much more sense now.
I'd love to see how the argument before the snippet went down, something like
"And poor Kate, not a boyfriend in sight to take her to the prom," simper, sneer.
"Yeah, shut up, Cheryl.  It would be utterly inappropriate for me to date, I'm already married."
Resounding silence, then cat-calls.

Why doesn't Seth mention her at all?  Does he feel any connection to HER?  Or... was it not the time yet to mention that?  Or is he as resentful as she is herself?  Does he date?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 16, 2014, 11:59:46 am
Well, he appears to have been married while he was in the daze of loosing his family. He may have shelved it until further notice.

And yes, I can see that locker room scene. Although, when I was in the girls locker room, we were to busy getting dressed to do much talking. :)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 18, 2014, 02:50:56 pm
http://fitzwibble.tumblr.com/post/100348501465/wen-spencer-the-black-wolves-of-boston
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 21, 2014, 03:42:41 pm
The Black Wolves of Boston has been purchased by Baen.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 21, 2014, 11:04:23 pm
Oh, goodie!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on November 22, 2014, 02:06:28 am
Great.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on December 07, 2014, 01:25:43 pm
Glad to see that Pixii and the mountain god will get their story in the new Chick And series. Also glad to see the series come out of hiatus.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on May 23, 2015, 03:32:40 pm
Just found a video of a pet porcupine.

https://www.facebook.com/edoardostoppafanpage/videos/10152808051026641/?fref=nf
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on September 08, 2015, 06:48:25 pm
I really wish she'd write more Ukiah Oregon books.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 08, 2015, 07:02:44 pm
Ditto, but there aren't more and bigger problems with the Ontongard, alas.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on September 10, 2015, 10:15:16 am
I would like that too!
How come you think there are no more big problems with the Ontongard? Do we know for sure they got all the nests?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 10, 2015, 11:12:13 am
Oh, the series could continue with the Pack & Our Boy & Cub chasing down the nests, but the "they'll  get help from offworld" menace seems to have been quashed, as have the "fonts".
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on September 11, 2015, 12:45:02 am
At least one more story could be done with further nests being found & eliminated while working to get at least a covert acceptance of Our Heroes from the government. (That's not meant as sarcasm, I just can't recall all of the names right now and wanted to post immediately. :-[)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on September 11, 2015, 09:08:53 am
:)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 11, 2015, 11:02:42 am
You could stick with "Ukiah, Atty, and the Pack"...
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on September 12, 2015, 12:45:01 am
You could stick with "Ukiah, Atty, and the Pack"...

Atty? Is he the other version of Ukiah that is a government agent? Because that's the character name I couldn't come up with. Wait... Atticus?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 12, 2015, 08:01:59 am
Correct, Atticus Steele.  And his partner, Hiro, I believe? And the 3rd member of their team.  But not the supervisor!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on September 13, 2015, 02:22:31 am
:)
They could go on adventures unrelated to the Ontonguard, and we could get snippets about the Pack trying to find a new reason d'etre without the Ontonguard as enemy.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on September 13, 2015, 11:03:08 am
I'd be fine with that, but I'm not sure the writers or publishers believe it.

Also, while the "help from off planet" scenario is now dead, the usual "we've got the genetic memories and are multitudes, we can turn more to us" thing is still there, to be fought against.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on December 12, 2015, 10:25:54 am
Just read today's "I may never use this" scene from "Black Wolves of Boston" and didn't just giggle, I laughed out loud.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on December 12, 2015, 10:28:18 am
Me too! LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on December 12, 2015, 10:40:49 am
I hope she does work it in...I'd love to see the rest of the scenario.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on June 17, 2016, 02:31:32 pm
Baen EARC of Elfhome http://www.baen.com/Chapters/A9781476781808/A9781476781808.htm
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on November 22, 2016, 10:42:01 pm
http://www.baen.com/the-black-wolves-of-boston-earc.html

Baen EARC of Black Wolves of Boston.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 29, 2016, 05:12:33 am
I caved and got the EARC. All the snippets on FB just made it impossible to wait for the finished version. 9)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 29, 2016, 05:44:38 am
VARG!!!  *Gloms onto bubble dragon*
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on November 30, 2016, 02:41:34 am
I caved and got the EARC. All the snippets on FB just made it impossible to wait for the finished version. 9)

Same here.
I can resist anything but temptation.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on November 30, 2016, 10:20:39 am
VARG!!!  *Gloms onto bubble dragon*
:D
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on November 30, 2016, 12:16:49 pm
Could you re-send me your mailing address?  The envelope I'm working from is a little hard to read.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 16, 2017, 01:58:58 pm
The Dugan novella is up on Baen.com
http://www.baen.com/bearwoods
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 16, 2017, 07:51:39 pm
Cool! Thanks for the "heads up."
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 16, 2017, 08:09:43 pm
I enjoyed it, but What happened to the Grigori?  She was there to tell him to use the 9 herb stuff, then she was gone.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on January 17, 2017, 02:04:11 am
I enjoyed it, but What happened to the Grigori?  She was there to tell him to use the 9 herb stuff, then she was gone.

I suspect that's their standard procedure when meeting a human that sees them. They'd meet again; I hope we get to read it.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 17, 2017, 05:25:46 am
My impression is that it eventually intersects with the Black Wolves.

Getting out, yeah, but she wanted to talk to the bear!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 17, 2017, 12:48:13 pm
Perhaps it might eventually. But she has said it is just a story set in the same world.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on January 17, 2017, 02:37:59 pm
She just answered the question on Facebook.

Quote
I was asked a question on twitter. I couldn't answer in 140 characters or less. I'm answering here.
The question was "where did angel go at end."
The answer "don't look in the mouths of gift horses" I guess won't apply. Sigh.
I was asked to write this story in a little over a month. It comes out to 17,000 words. It needed to tie into a convoluted novel without spoiling said novel. It also needed to be stand alone enough to be satisfactory but leave room for me to do more with these characters (because I want to do more.) That's a tall order for 30 days at the height of holiday season.
It is not stated outright but Dugan meets the bear the weekend prior to Halloween. The second meeting is the day after Joshua meets Decker. At this point, Elise is in Utica with Seth. (I can't say much more without giving away plot points.) Hence the newspaper headlines of "Utica Wolf Hunt continues" on the Monday paper.
I finished the story on Tuesday with a Wednesday Deadline. Thursday we did copyedits. Sunday it went live.
The angel walked out with Dugan and the Bear. I didn't write "she left" at any point as the POV zooms in tight on Dugan as he has MAJOR mind shift. I indicate that he zones out while thinking "OMG, there ARE wolves at Charlottesville" by having him petting the bear without realizing what he's doing. Dugan and the bear say their two lines after that. I don't show them actually walking through the school. I didn't realize that the angel "disappears" until the story had already gone up. I debated contacting my editors with a sentence to add in that would clarify that she's still standing there as the last two lines of the story were spoken, but then I thought "wtf, if anyone notices that she's not mentioned, they'll apply the mental work to figure out that she didn't leave and thus must be standing there without saying anything."
I was wrong.
And upon more consideration, I decided I don't want to add in more. It would break the flow of the story for her to go "I'm out of here" and walk away. Also it would break the flow of the story to say "Hey guys, chill, this magic I'm projecting that makes me invisible will also cover you too." Imagine her standing there, silently laughing at Dugan freaking out.
And gift horses, dude.
(And of course, Facebook decided it wanted to be difficult about giving me an url to put on twitter. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on January 18, 2017, 02:12:20 am
Perhaps it might eventually. But she has said it is just a story set in the same world.

But we can hope. Can you imagine Dugan meeting Joshua? LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 18, 2017, 03:23:59 am
LOL  That would be fun. And perhaps now that he is not constantly questioning his sanity and his perseptions of the world he might feel a bit more confident and actually go to school with all the wolves.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 18, 2017, 05:37:02 am
*nods* Take that scholarship and make side money with the photography.
Although given how strong his sight is, he's apt to get sucked further into the monster-fighting world.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Varg on January 18, 2017, 07:06:51 am
True, but he the need to get a roof over his head and feed himself will need to be met as well. Monster-fighting does not seem to be a paying job just yet anyway. Except for the Gregori, they seem to be funded somehow.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on January 21, 2017, 12:05:39 pm
Just thought of something.
Maybe the Grigori went away because she got a look at the bear, recognized "no problem" and booked, since the wasp-thing, Dr. Creepy, was dealt with?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on January 22, 2017, 01:12:57 am
Just thought of something.
Maybe the Grigori went away because she got a look at the bear, recognized "no problem" and booked, since the wasp-thing, Dr. Creepy, was dealt with?

Definitely possible. She took one last look around, dusted off her hands in a "My work here is done" style, and poofs.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on February 01, 2017, 07:17:40 pm
http://www.baen.com/contests-feb2017        Wen Spencer’s latest, The Black Wolves of Boston, comes out in hardcover this month and we’re so excited here at the Baen offices, we’re howling at the moon. We must have a bit of full moon fever, because we’re making it incredibly easy to enter this month’s contest. Just drop us an email to be entered into our random drawing. The winner will receive a copy of The Black Wolves of Boston, signed by Wen Spencer.

Send your entry to contest@baen.com no later than February 20th. Put “February Contest” in the subject field and please remember to include your name! One entry per person, please. Entries become property of Baen Books and may be published as part of the winner announcement. Winner will be selected at random from all qualifying entries.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on February 02, 2017, 12:59:27 am
Cool. Thanks for the heads-up.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on March 10, 2017, 07:27:33 pm
Just finished Black Wolves and loved it.  The humor, characters and action are great.  I hope this isn't a stand alone.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on March 10, 2017, 10:31:45 pm
I know she has already written a short story in the same universe.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Suzi on March 11, 2017, 12:01:47 am
Just been reading black wolves of boston again and the discussion with Wonder Woman and thought Is Isiah the Milkman's? It would explain so much.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on March 11, 2017, 02:58:35 am
Do not know. LOL
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on March 22, 2017, 07:33:55 pm
Just been reading black wolves of boston again and the discussion with Wonder Woman and thought Is Isiah the Milkman's? It would explain so much.
Just reread that scene. It seems to be a good possibility. Might explain his mother's suicide.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: SCoutts on April 12, 2017, 04:31:14 pm
If you like snippets and other things, check out Wen's Patreon page. I hadn't heard of this site before, but it is a neat idea. It lets you support your favorite artist. I signed up two months ago and I love it.

https://www.patreon.com/wenspencer (https://www.patreon.com/wenspencer)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on May 09, 2017, 02:21:45 am
This was posted on her FB page; I think Oscar is particularly noteworthy...
http://canyouactually.com/giants-made-from-wood/
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on May 09, 2017, 03:17:01 am
I can see where you would think so. ;)
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: pondhawk on May 09, 2017, 04:24:54 am
Those are fabulous. I love the hair.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on September 20, 2017, 06:31:35 pm
Has anyone heard when her next book on the Black Wolves will come out?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on September 21, 2017, 01:22:07 pm
From Wen Spencer's Facebook page

Publishing Schedule
THE BLACK WOLVES OF BOSTON will be out February 7, 2017. It is available for pre-order on Amazon in hardcover and kindle version. I have had no word about the audible version. I will let you know if this changes. I don't know about nook or any other formats.
THE DISHARMONY OF THE SPHERES (Thomas' steampunk novel.) Not done. Not turned in. No release date yet. I'm writing as fast as I can.
HARBINGER -- ELFHOME #...5? 6? I'm not sure what number we're sticking on this. I haven't started. No idea when I'll turn this in. I will be updating this list when s!*t changes.
More Joshua -- yes -- it will happen -- one day.
EVERYTHING ELSE! NO! STOP ASKING!
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Black Wolves of Boston
Post by: mtomni on April 29, 2018, 06:33:42 pm
Has anyone heard anything new about the next book on the Black Wolves?
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on April 29, 2018, 07:08:26 pm
Last time I looked at her public facebook, she was concentrating on the sort of steam punk thing instead.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on April 29, 2018, 10:15:01 pm
That would be The Disharmony of Spheres with Thomas as protagonist. As far as I've heard, she hasn't finished it yet.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on September 09, 2018, 08:10:31 pm
found a Black wolves snippet. Don't know how long it will be up and available.

https://www.facebook.com/wen.spencer/posts/1814297991994487?__tn__=K-R
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on September 09, 2018, 11:09:29 pm
 LOL I do love the oddball characters like Winnie.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: pondhawk on September 10, 2018, 05:15:30 am
For some reason that particular series does not resonate with me the way her other books do. I don't think it's just that it's YA, because I like a lot of YA. It may just be the timing of when I read it - I was not finishing a lot of books then, even ones by authors who are normally must-buys.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: mtomni on October 01, 2018, 02:48:49 pm
I know what you mean.  I haven't finished a book in the last 4 months.  Can't get started, can't get finished.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Janilee on October 01, 2018, 03:09:12 pm
Short Bare Snow scene:

https://www.facebook.com/wen.spencer/posts/1861086673982285?__tn__=K-R
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: pondhawk on October 01, 2018, 03:12:36 pm
I know what you mean.  I haven't finished a book in the last 4 months.  Can't get started, can't get finished.

Well, you can always come here for sympathy. It does suck. I have actually read more nonfiction than fiction lately. Tomorrow I will pick up Stormy Daniels' memoir (gotta support a fellow horsewoman!) and the first in Charlaine Harris' new series.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: BillG on October 02, 2018, 01:59:20 am
Thanks for the link; I missed it when it came out.
Title: Re: Wen Spencer - Tinker & Wolf Who Rules
Post by: Patti L. on October 02, 2018, 04:57:03 am
There's a new edition of Tinker out, with a reportedly Rockin' new cover.