Friday, April 4, 2025

#Review - Holy Terrors by Margaret Owen #YA #Fantasy

Series:
 Little Thieves # 3
Format: Hardcover, 560 pages
Release Date: April 1, 2025
Publisher: Henry Holt and Co.
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Dark Fantasy

Time magic, betrayals, and doppelgängers await in this enchanting and explosive final installment of the Little Thieves trilogy by Indie Next author Margaret Owen.

It has been almost two years since she defeated the vengeful spirit of her mother, but Vanja Ros, no longer Schmidt, has finally made a name for herself. She is a God Daughter, a (reformed) thief, a sister (surprisingly!), and now a folk hero. She stands up for those with nothing against the few who have everything, bringing justice and prosperity where she can. But even a beloved woman of the people cannot keep her darkest shadows from the light forever. Deep-seated hatred has spurred a forgotten foe into action. And as old flames, adversaries, and allies resurface, Vanja must face what it took to become the Pfennigist once and for all.

It will take everything Vanja is to save not only herself and the people she loves, but time as we know it. In this thrilling final chapter of the Indie Next series, Little Thieves, Margaret Owen shows us the beauty and peace we find in loving—and forgiving—ourselves for past mistakes.


Margaret Owen's Holy Terrors is the third installment in the author's Little Thieves series. Holy Terrors forces Vanja to confront the full weight of her past choices—and decide who she’ll become when the dust settles. Set nearly two years after the events of Painted Devils, Holy Terrors finds Vanja operating solo as the Pfennigeist, a folk hero who robs the corrupt to aid the desperate across the Blessed Empire of Almandy. Her signature red penny has become a symbol of justice—until a serial killer begins leaving it at the scenes of royal murders, turning her legacy into a nightmare. 

When even the Blessed Empress falls, the empire teeters on the brink of collapse, and the seven royal families must elect a successor within weeks or risk reality itself unraveling. Vanja’s forced back into the fray, reuniting with Journeyman Prefect Emeric Conrad—the boy whose heart she broke—to clear her name and save those she loves. What follows is a whirlwind of bloody conspiracies, sinister magic, and old enemies, all woven into a narrative that is as thrilling as it's poignant. The two years apart have changed them both—Vanja into a folk hero with a tarnished reputation, and Emeric into a more seasoned prefect—but their chemistry remains the beating heart of the series. 

The central mystery of the killer framing Vanja unfolds with twists that are both shocking and satisfying, while the looming threat of reality’s collapse adds a cosmic urgency. The stakes feel personal, even as the fate of an empire hangs in the balance. And yet, it’s the more minor details—Vanja’s doodles on Emeric’s notes, the absurdity of a haunted doll, the sausage references—that keep the tone delightfully irreverent. Vanja’s journey from an abused, abandoned girl to a figure of legend is complete here, but not without cost. Owen doesn’t hand her a neat, happy-ever-after; instead, she earns a future shaped by her own hands, scars, and all. 

It’s a conclusion that respects her complexity, refusing to sand down her edges. Complicated themes of choice, power, love, and freedom are expertly woven throughout this breakneck book. Unwanted by her own parents, raised by Death and Fortune, Vanja deals with so much in this story that it's a wonder that she can keep her wits about her. I loved the addition of Junior the cat, mainly because he made me smile with his antics and had to share custody between Vanja and Emeric. I loved the graphics between chapters, which show Vanja in different situations she has found herself in over the past 19 years. This book features numerous important characters, including Gisele, Ragne & Oskar, and a dangerous character from Vanja's past, so I had to use index cards to keep track of who was who and their significance. 



THE SEVENTH CHOICE

CROSSROADS



Once upon a time, at the very dawn of summer, on the loneliest road in the woods, the daughter of Death and Fortune came to a crossroads.

It was a solitude of her own making, and a choice she had wrought upon herself. For two weeks, she had ridden with the Wild Hunt, paying a debt and fleeing the greatest and worst of her crimes. Now that she had served her time, Brunne the Huntress had been generous enough to leave her anywhere she chose, so long as it was within the Huntress’s domain.

But if there was one thing the daughter of Death and Fortune had learned by then, it was that she had commitment issues.

She could not tell the Huntress where to take her, not even with sunrise bearing down. And so Brunne had left her here, at a crossroads.

The irony did not escape the goddaughter.

She stood in the ebbing dim of the woods under a jade sky, drowning in the murmur of leaves in the breeze, in the prodding birdsong, in the pull of two roads that could not both be walked.

The road to the east would take her to Rammelbeck, where she’d found her calling. There was no shortage of little despots exploiting the powerless and insulating themselves from consequence with cozy privilege. It would take her to a new beginning: putting her more illicit talents to work, piercing those golden cocoons. Becoming the vengeful ghost of everyone the law had failed.

But …

The road to the west would take her to Helligbrücke.

Helligbrücke, where she’d find the boy who had given her everything—his trust, his love, his body in the bed they shared—and who she had abandoned for reasons she told herself were just, if so bitter they yet burned. His own mentor had intended to use her against him, to make him choose between her and his dream of being a prefect. And she’d realized that no matter what, she would always be an open grave for him to stumble into.

Whatever she touches falls to ruin, her mother had said years ago—and so she had amputated herself, before the rot could spread.

But for the past two weeks, she’d wondered … was this the best way? Simply vanishing, instead of making him face the cold truths they’d both avoided? Would he have let her go? Or worse—insisted he would stay? Could she bear it, letting him give up everything for her?

The daughter of Death and Fortune stood at the crossroads while savage sunlight welled up and bled over the horizon. She weighed, debated, and wrestled. And finally—

She went west, to Helligbrücke.

A few days later, at dusk, the boy she loved opened the door to his quarters and found her sitting on the sill of the open window.

She told him everything. They fought, cried, gave in, reached for each other, and when morning came, it found them in the same bed. So did the next morning, and the next, and the days turned into weeks and months.

There were talks, arguments, uneasy truces. She started helping at the family book bindery, learning to stitch sheaves of paper and stamp patterns into leather. He asked his supervisors to only assign him cases within a week’s ride of Helligbrücke, and whenever his colleagues pulled him aside, he kept his answers short: Yes, she was the Pfennigeist. No, not anymore. No, I’m not concerned.

He never said a single bitter word when the promotions passed him over, when the whispers hounded them down the street, whenever he solved another prefect’s case from halfway across the empire just by reading the initial report and had to wait to see if it wasn’t bungled too severely. She felt it all the same, reading it in the lines around his mouth, the tension in his shoulders as he kissed her forehead before blowing out the candle on their bedside table each night.

She never cut another purse, never stashed cards up her sleeves unless it was for a trick for her nieces; she didn’t even lie as much. She wasn’t very skilled at bookbinding, but she enjoyed his family, their customers, and the steady, honest work. It was sufficient to make a life for herself.

(That, there-that was the lie.)

He saw it every time her gaze caught on a courier in royal livery, on the fine coaches that rolled past beggar girls, even just on the scar of the horizon beyond Helligbrücke.

They both felt it, the air running out of the coffins where they’d buried their dreams alive. Nevertheless, neither was willing to take up a shovel. Not if it meant breaking the ground they stood on.

Not even as inch by inch, day by day, year by year, those graves grew into sinkholes.

But that isn’t my story. That was not my choice.

That isn’t how it ends.

When I stood at the crossroads, my heart so damn tired after a fortnight of endless wringing, I chose at long last to go … east. To haunt those the law could not touch. To follow the road that started with a saint’s entreaty and made justice into a mending of damage, not just the punishment of criminals. To begin with Rammelbeck and steal whatever scraps of justice I could from the Blessed Empire of Almandy.

And I did falter. I went to Helligbrücke a few weeks later, desperate to see Emeric again. I watched from the back of a crowd as, surrounded by friends and family, he was ordained the youngest prefect in history.

A prefect who, by his own holy oath, would be bound to find and stop me.

I still couldn’t tell you if I made the right choice leaving him the way I did in May, not truly.

But the moment of his ordination, my heart broke again, for I knew: He was where he was meant to be. There was a hole in the empire, one girl like me fell through every hour. Only someone like him would reach out to catch them.

And where his reach ended, my path began.

So on that midsummer day, for the third and final time, I turned from him and fled. I buried my heart at the crossroads and reached instead for the ghost.



CHAPTER ONE

HOUSE OF DEATH

It has been nearly sixteen months since I claimed this road as my own, and I have come far enough through cunning and deceit that people know me mostly as the Pfennigeist now.

Thud-thud. The bier-cart I’m currently hiding in lurches into motion over the slate tiles of the chapel, the folds of a fine linen sheet rippling on all sides as the wheels groan. I try to hold in my own groan at the answering ache in my limbs, and try harder not to resent the fact that this job was supposed to be easy.

It’s just one ring. One ring, but it’s been on public display here in Death’s temple in Lüdz for ten days, so my only window was between the tortuous two-hour funeral and the ghoulish entombment rites we’re rolling toward.

One ring, and it’s still on the finger of the late Prinz-wahl Ludwig von Wälft, who is lying in garish state a mere foot and a half above.




Thursday, April 3, 2025

#Review w/Excerpt - The Notorious Virtues by Alwyn Hamilton #YA #Fantasy

Series:
 The Notorious Virtues # 1
Format: Hardcover, 512 pages
Release Date: 
April 1, 2025
Publisher: Viking Books for Young Readers
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy 

At sixteen, Honora "Nora" Holtzfall is the daughter of the most powerful heiress in all of Walstad. Her family controls all the money—and all the magic—in the entire country. But despite being the center of attention, Nora has always felt like an outsider. When her mother is found dead in an alley, the family throne and fortune are suddenly up for grabs, and Nora will be pitted against her cousins in the Veritaz, the ultimate magical competition for power that determines the one family heir.

But there's a surprise contestant this time: Lotte, the illegitimate daughter of Nora's aunt. When Lotte's absent mother retrieves her from the rural convent she'd abandoned her to, Lotte goes from being an orphan to surrounded by family. Unfortunately, most of them want her dead.

And soon, Nora discovers that her mother's death wasn't random—it was murder. And the only person she can trust to uncover the truth of what happened is a rakish young reporter who despises everything Nora and her family stand for.

While the dangers of the Veritaz competition threaten each of the Holtzfall girls, and the stark class differences turns political outrage to terrifing violence—the new cousins must fight to stay alive, no matter what.

Incredible tests, impossible choices, and deadly odds await both girls. But there can only be one winner.


Alwyn Hamilton's The Notorious Virtues is the first installment in the author's The Notorious Virtues series. According to reports, the sequel, titled The Glorious Vices, is scheduled to follow in the Fall of 2026. This is the first book the author has written in five years. This story follows four key characters: The focus of this story is not just Honora "Nora" Holtzfall, but Lotte Holtzfall, and Theo, a Knight sworn to protect the family, and August, a reporter who gets involved with Nora in trying to discover the truth behind who was responsible for killing her mother, and why. 

This book, which is broken up into various Virtues, screams of a mash-up of the Roaring '20s meets fantasy with magic, and a city on the brink of chaos and rebellion.  Set in the opulent yet treacherous world of Walstad, this novel introduces a magical competition that pits family against family, with stakes as high as the Holtzfall fortune—and the power it commands. At sixteen, Honora “Nora” Holtzfall is the glamorous darling of Walstad, a city where her family reigns supreme, controlling its wealth and magic. Groomed to inherit her mother’s empire, Nora’s life unravels when her mother is found murdered in an alley, thrusting the succession into chaos. 

Enter the Veritaz—a deadly, magical trial where Nora must compete against her cousins (Modesty, Constance, & Clemency) to claim the Holtzfall legacy. However, the game shifts with the arrival of Ottoline Holtzfall, also known as Lotte, an illegitimate cousin raised in a rural convent, who possesses a surprising ability that has been deemed evil by those who raised her. Now a surprise contender with everything to prove. Alongside them are August, a scrappy reporter chasing the story of a lifetime, and Theo, a Knight sworn by oath to protect the family, whose allegiance is tested as secrets unravel. 

As the trials unfold, blending charm magic, death games, and family betrayal, a darker force stirs beneath Walstad’s dazzling surface. The narrative, told through multiple points of view, weaves a tapestry of intrigue, from glitzy ballrooms to shadowy forests, culminating in a cliffhanger ending. It’s a tale of power, privilege, and the stories we tell to survive, all wrapped in a 1920s-inspired fantasy aesthetic. Nora and Lotte anchor the story with compelling arcs. Nora’s journey from media darling to embattled heiress is marked by vulnerability, her confidence masking a deep-seated fear of losing everything. 

Lotte, meanwhile, transforms from a downtrodden orphan into a fierce wildcard, her outsider perspective cutting through the Holtzfalls’ decadence. August and Theo add texture—August’s ambition drives the mystery, while Theo’s quiet loyalty hints at deeper layers to unfold in future books. The ensemble’s chemistry crackles, even if the romance (light, as promised) feels more like a tease than a payoff. If you loved Rebel of the Sands or crave YA fantasy with glitz, guts, and a twisty heart—like The Cruel Prince or The Night Circus—this is your next obsession. 



Prologue
The Charmed City
It was known as the Enchanted Hour.
The sliver of day just before the clubs and bars and dance halls turned out their revelers. But after the factory workers and shopgirls had risen for another day.
The maids, cooks, footmen, and butlers had already hurried through predawn streets to get to their posts. They waited, as the sky lightened, for their sleepless employers to stumble home, discarding shoes and bow ties that their staff would tidy up behind them.
The lumbering delivery trucks had made their rounds, with their clinking glass bottles of milk, tightly bound stacks of newspapers, and cooling loaves of bread. But the sleek taxis and grand town cars still idled sleepily.
Yesterday was forgotten, but it wasn’t quite today. Before the upper half of the city slept and after the lower half rose.
But the undying things in the woods never slept. They watched. They watched as a sleepy maid hurried to the back entrance of a white marble home, stumbling a little as she tucked her hair under her white cap. They wondered if she might lose her footing and cross out of the borders of daylight. They wondered if the footman shaking a cigarette into his palm might lean against a tree and come within reach.
And they wondered at the sight of the dark-­haired girl, appearing and disappearing between the gaps in the grand houses. Walking alone through the streets in stockinged feet, her dress still dancing in the rising sunlight. Looking like the whole city belonged to her alone.
Because one day, it might.
Chapter 1
Nora
Honora Holtzfall was never late.
Everyone who arrived before the Holtzfall Heiress was unfashionably early. Everyone who arrived after her was embarrassingly tardy.
Except Nora was no longer the Holtzfall Heiress. Officially, she never had been, though every newspaper had called her that. She’d been the heiress to the Heiress. But now the Heiress was dead, and Nora was no longer guaranteed to succeed her as eventual head of the family. She was just another granddaughter of Mercy Holtzfall.
And there wasn’t a person in Walstad wealthy enough that they could afford to keep Mercy Holtzfall waiting. Not even Nora.
Especially not Nora.
Especially not on the first day of the Veritaz Trials.
The clock above the bank on Bauer Street showed ten minutes to the hour.
Nora would just make it.
Obviously, in an ideal world, she would have arrived both on time and wearing shoes. But Nora couldn’t have everything, no matter what the papers liked to say.
Today was the equinox. Allegedly the first day of spring, although Nora would have contended the chill in the air wasn’t exactly vernal. But it meant that today, there would be exactly as much day as there was night. And even now, in a city lit with magimek bulbs, days like the equinox still held power.
Twice a year the immortal Huldrekall would willingly emerge from the woods. If they didn’t ask the Huldrekall for a Veritaz tonight, they would have to wait for the first day of autumn before they could start the trials.
Stay out of the woods, little one. The old folktale refrain whispered in Nora’s mind.There you will find dangers you do not yet know how to face.
Of course, every newspaper in the city had an opinion about the trials being held so swiftly.
At  Least Wait Until the Last Heiress Is Cold Before Picking a New One
Some couched it in feigned sympathy for Nora.
Let the Girl Grieve Before You Make Her Compete!
But like most things, Nora agreed with her grandmother rather than the press. The sooner they held the trials, the sooner she could regain her rightful place in the family.
So tonight, Mercy Holtzfall, head of their family for the past three decades, would ask the Huldrekall which of her granddaughters was worthiest of being her heir.
It was a rite that stretched back centuries.
Held over generations.
Bound up in blood, custom, and ancient oaths.
And still Nora wouldn’t put it past her grandmother to disqualify her if she was even a few minutes late for breakfast.
Nora turned onto Konig Street just as the metal grating of a kiosk clattered open noisily. Inside, the kiosk’s owner began slicing open the thick bundles of morning papers, arranging them among packs of gum, cigarettes, and small charms, so that their headlines faced out.
The front page of The Walstad Herald caught Nora’s eye. It was a picture of her sitting at one of the small tables at Rik’s, taken just a few hours ago. Her head was thrown back in laughter, and a flute of champagne loosely dangled from one hand, while the other rested on Freddie Loetze’s shoulder as if to say, “Oh, Freddie dear, you’re too much.” A diamond the size of a cherry glinted on her finger, and the thin strap of her effervescent dress slid off one shoulder, carelessly displaying her skin. Nora pulled up the same strap absently now. She looked carefree in the photograph only because she had taken a lot of care to appear that way. The headline was printed in fresh ink above it:
Cheers to Better Days Ahead for the Once (and Future?) Holtzfall Heiress
Nora waited for it: the intoxication that usually came with seeing herself on the front page. But she felt as sober as ever in the cool morning light.
Grief-­Stricken Former Holtzfall Heiress Drowns Her Sorrows
Well—­Nora plucked the Gazette out of the rack next to theHerald—­that was definitely another take on things. There was a photo of her sipping from a frothy coupe with the blur of the brass band at Café Bliss behind her. She was still wearing her Lussier heels in that picture, kicked up brazenly amidst the chaos. She must have left them at the Ash Lounge, then. Or maybe the Ruby Rose Club.
Her fingers flicked through the rest of the broadsheets as the kiosk owner set them out. She was on the front page of most of them, obviously. News about the Holtzfalls always had papers flying off the stand before the ink was even done drying.
Especially since the murder.
Shock in the City as Verity Holtzfall Found Dead!
For a week, everything else had dropped off the front page as the same picture graced every newspaper in the city under a series of revolving headlines.
Nora’s mother’s lifeless body.
Lit by police headlights.
And the flash of journalists’ greedy cameras.
Just hours before that picture, her mother had absently reached out to kiss her cheek before she left for the evening, as if Nora were a small child again. Nora had resisted the impulse to wipe at her cheek, which would have made her feel even more like a child. Instead Nora had said something flippant about not wanting to wear her mother’s lipstick as rouge. Or maybe she hadn’t said it. Maybe she had just thought it as she’d swept out the door without glancing back.
She wasn’t sure, because in the moment, it hadn’t mattered.
It only mattered a few hours later. When it became the last time she would ever see her mother alive. When she would next see her as a body on a newspaper cover.
That was how she’d found out. Leaving the Silverlight Café near dawn to a newspaper boy brandishing a broadsheet, calling outExtra! Extra! Holtzfall Heiress Tragedy!
Theo was waiting for her.
It was a burden to be as smart as Nora was sometimes.
Because in that moment, before Theo could even speak, before she’d fully caught sight of the picture of her mother’s body, she’d put all the pieces into place. A Holtzfall knight sent for her, the cries of the newspaper boy, the carefully controlled grief in Theo’s expression—­her mother was dead.
And if she was dead, so was Alaric, Theo’s brother—­and her mother’s sworn knight. There was no way to her mother except through Alaric.
Nora was an only child. But Theo and Alaric—­they were like brothers to her. And in one night her mother and Alaric were both gone. The small circle of people she cared about had constricted around her so suddenly she could barely breathe.
That photograph of the crime scene was the last she saw of her mother’s face.
And the papers showed it over and over and over under a carousel of headlines.
Verity Holtzfall Stabbed to Death in Mugging Gone Wrong!
New Suspect in Holtzfall Heiress’s Brutal Murder!
Mugger Confesses When Jewels Found in His Possession!
Lukas Schuld Admits to Stabbing of Verity Holtzfall!
Papers with her mother’s body on them flew off stands. Even after Lukas Schuld confessed, speculation ran wild. What had Verity Holtzfall been doing in the 13th circle after dark? What kind of seedy business would draw the Holtzfall Heiress far from the safe upper circles of the city? How had her sworn knight failed to protect her? Had Alaric, whose body hadn’t been found, been in cahoots with Lukas Schuld?
And when they ran out of things to print about the murder, they turned their lenses on Nora.
A New Heiress Must Be Chosen! Who Is the Worthiest of Them All?
Grieving Former Heiress Not Seen Since Mother’s Funeral!
Driven Mad by Grief: Honora Holtzfall Unfit to Compete in the Veritaz?
Those headlines had been like pebbles tossed against the walls of her solitude. Taunting her even as she sat a hundred floors up from where the photographers were camped on the street. They were waiting for the grieving daughter to make a scene.
Fine. If they wanted a scene, Nora would give them the whole show.
She had chosen a dress made of bright rippling streams of gold fabric sewn into waves that hugged her body outrageously. It was scandalously sheer with a tendency to slip dangerously around her shoulders, hinting at a mishap that would never happen, thanks to the charms sewn into the lining. The shoes were Charles Lussier, one of a kind, made from stained glass, charmed to be strong as steel. Her makeup exaggerated her Mirajin features, inherited from her desert-­born father’s side of the family. The brightest red lipstick in her arsenal made her look like she couldn’t possibly bein trouble, she was trouble personified.
She had stepped out to show them that she was not beaten.
But the reality was, only one thing would truly show them she was still the heiress they all remembered.
Winning the Veritaz.
Spoiled Honora Holtzfall Gloats as Heirship Comes Within Reach
That headline was the Bullhorn’s. Obviously.
They’d run a picture of Nora wrapped in a white stole, which she had also abandoned in the course of the night, smirking knowingly into a camera. It was printed next to that familiar photograph: her mother sprawled in an alley stained with blood.
Pictures were worth a thousand column inches when paired like that: Nora seemingly celebrating only days after her mother’s body went into the ground. To theBullhorn’s disreputable credit, at least they stuck to their Holtzfall-­bashing agenda even in the face of her tragedy.
“Does this look like a library to you?” The kiosk owner was eyeing the steadily increasing stack of newspapers Nora was holding with the sort of suspicion that suggested he didn’t recognize her from the front of those same papers. “Choose one and move it along.”
Ah. That was going to be a problem. Nora was one of the richest people in this city, but she didn’t have any moneyon her. Obviously. Carrying cash was something that waiters and shop assistants did, not Holtzfalls. She sighed, working the small ruby ring off her finger. The papers were all one zaub apiece; the ring had cost her just over 10,000. “Here.” She set the ring in the change plate. “This should cover it.”
She tucked the newspapers under her arm and continued down the wide avenue to her grandmother’s house. She heard him call after her, “If this thing turns out to be tin and glass, I’d better not see your face around here again!”
For the first time since her mother died, Nora felt a real laugh bubble up on her lips. She waved one of the papers over her shoulder, flashing her face on the front page at him. “That would be a lot of papers you’d have to stop selling.”
She had the satisfaction of watching recognition dawn on him a moment before she spun back, dashing the rest of the way to the Holtzfall mansion.




Wednesday, April 2, 2025

#Review - Waifs and Strays by Helen Harper #Fantasy

Series:
 The Cat Lady Chronicles # 1
Format: Kindle, 300 pages
Release Date: February 10, 2025
Publisher: Helen Harper
Source: Kindle Unlimited
Genre: Urban Fantasy

Nobody is just a cat lady.

Kit McCafferty's life is quiet, unremarkable, and filled with cat hair. In the magical city of Coldstream, located on the border between Scotland and England, Kit is viewed as little more than mildly eccentric and mostly harmless. She passes her days caring for her family of five cats, feeding the local feral moggies, and maintaining relatively good relations with her neighbors.

All that changes, however, when a teenage werewolf shows up at her door in the desperate hope of renting out a nearby vacant flat. Kit knows that the smart move is to tell him to leave. The last thing she needs is to become embroiled in complicated shapeshifter politics. But something about the secretive young werewolf tugs at her heartstrings.

It's not long before Kit ends up caught in a maelstrom of mysterious crime and magical wrongdoing. Fortunately, there's far more to Kit McCafferty than meets the eye, and she has a few dark secrets of her own.

Of course, anyone with an ounce of intelligence knows that you underestimate a cat lady at your own peril.


Helen Harper's Waifs and Strays is the first book in the author's The Cat Lady ChroniclesSet in the enchanting border town of Coldstream, straddling Scotland and England, this novel introduces Kit McCafferty—a cat lady with a quiet life and a past that’s anything but. Coldstream is filled with magical beings, including vampires, werewolves, witches, Druids, and a woman with purple hair who is a Cat Sith, a person who can shapeshift into a cat as well as something even more dangerous. 

Thanks to being forcibly retired by her former employer, Kit’s days are filled with cat hair, feral moggies, and the gentle eccentricity of a woman who’s content to be underestimated. Living in Coldstream—a magical nexus where the mundane meets the mystical—she tends to her five feline companions and keeps her neighbors at a polite distance. That cozy routine unravels when a teenage werewolf named Nick knocks on her door, desperate to rent a nearby flat. Against her better judgment, Kit’s soft spot for strays—human or otherwise—draws her in. 

What starts as a simple act of kindness spirals into a whirlwind of shapeshifter politics, mysterious crimes, and magical mayhem after Nick is kidnapped and she must face the wrath of the werewolf pack, led by Alexander McTire, Nick's uncle. As Kit digs deeper, she uncovers a web of danger involving vampires, druids, witches, and fae, all while juggling her own hidden talents and a past she’d rather keep buried. The stakes climb higher with kidnappings, threats, and something dangerous happening on the Winter Solstice demands her attention. 

Kit also encounters a rogue werewolf named Thane who claims he was also attacked and lost memories of what happened to him. Thane and Kit work well together, but there is no romance to overwhelm the story. Through it all, Kit’s cats—far more than mere pets—prove to be her secret weapon, hinting at a power that’s as surprising as it is delightful. In her 40s, Kit is a refreshing departure from the twentysomething heroines dominating urban fantasy. She’s confident, capable, and comfortable in her own skin—neither haunted by her past nor bored with her present. 

Her interactions with her cats are endearing, as are the curious names she gives them, and these cleverly woven into the plot reveal layers of her character that make her instantly lovable. The ending is surprisingly shocking and unexpected, but it actually makes sense if you're a person who loves cats. Enough said.