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Sep 24 2014 9:00am
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Midway Relics and Dying Breeds

The trouble with wanting to do the right thing is that frequently the right thing today is the wrong thing for tomorrow, or the wrong thing for the people who are standing between you and your perfect, platonic future. The wild was the wrong place for our elephant, just like the recycler was the wrong place for Billie, and the cities were the wrong place for me. A tale of bioengineering, a carnival, and the cost of finding one’s right place.

This novelette was acquired and edited for by senior editor Patrick Nielsen Hayden.

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Feb 11 2014 5:00pm

Half-Off Ragnarok (Excerpt)

Half-Off Ragnarok Seanan McGuire Incryptid

Check out Half-Off Ragnarok, the third book in Seanan McGuire’s InCryptid series, available March 4th from DAW!

When Alex Price agreed to go to Ohio to oversee a basilisk breeding program and assist in the recovery of his psychic cousin, he didn’t expect people to start dropping dead. But bodies are cropping up at the zoo where he works, and his girlfriend—Shelby Tanner, an Australian zoologist with a fondness for big cats—is starting to get suspicious.

Worse yet, the bodies have all been turned partially to stone...

Alex tries to balance life, work, and the strong desire not to become a piece of garden statuary. Old friends and new are on the scene, and danger lurks around every corner...

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May 24 2013 9:30am

Indexing (Excerpt)

Indexing cover, Seanan McGuireCheck out Seanan McGuire's new ebook serial, starting with Indexing, out now from 47North:

“Never underestimate the power of a good story.”

Good advice…especially when a story can kill you.

For most people, the story of their lives is just that: the accumulation of time, encounters, and actions into a cohesive whole. But for an unfortunate few, that day-to-day existence is affected—perhaps infected is a better word—by memetic incursion: where narratives the rest of the world considers fairy tales becomes reality, often with disastrous results.

A motley team struggling with their own unfolding narratives, they are tasked with identifying potential outbreaks using the Aarne-Thompson Indexing and making sure the story doesn’t reach “ever after”…because if it does, someone is usually dead, broken—or worse. When you're dealing with fairy tales in the real world, it doesn't matter if you're Cinderella, Snow White, or the Wicked Queen: no one gets a happy ending.

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Feb 19 2013 5:00pm

Midnight Blue Light Special (Excerpt)

We've got a sneak peek at Seanan McGuire's Midnight Blue Light Special, out on March 5th from DAW Books:

Cryptid, noun:
1. Any creature whose existence has been suggested but not proven scientifically. Term officially coined by cryptozoologist John E. Wall in 1983.
2. That thing that's getting ready to eat your head.
3. See also: “monster.”

The Price family has spent generations studying the monsters of the world, working to protect them from humanity—and humanity from them. Enter Verity Price. Despite being trained from birth as a cryptozoologist, she'd rather dance a tango than tangle with a demon, and when her work with the cryptid community took her to Manhattan, she thought she would finally be free to pursue competition-level dance in earnest. It didn't quite work out that way...

But now, with the snake cult that was killing virgins all over Manhattan finally taken care of, Verity is ready to settle down for some serious ballroom dancing—until her on-again, off-again, semi-boyfriend Dominic De Luca, a member of the monster-hunting Covenant of St. George, informs her that the Covenant is on their way to assess the city's readiness for a cryptid purge. With everything and everyone she loves on the line, there's no way Verity can take that lying down.

Alliances will be tested, allies will be questioned, lives will be lost, and the talking mice in Verity's apartment will immortalize everything as holy writ—assuming there's anyone left standing when all is said and done. It's a midnight blue-light special, and the sale of the day is on betrayal, deceit...and carnage.

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Jun 7 2011 4:10pm

Everything has a Border

The first thing that matters: I am a child of the eighties. I grew up in a neon wonderland of talking horses, compassionate bears, hair that didn’t move in a stiff wind, and the constant threat of nuclear war.* Take a look at the stories we were telling then: children and teens were constantly finding the secret door that led them to the land of multi-colored dimension-hopping dogs, or being carried over the rainbow by smart-mouthed pegasi who needed them to save the world. Girls wished their baby brothers into the custody of goblin kings, boys were whisked away by spaceships, and anything was possible. All you had to do to find the magic was keep your eyes open, and keep looking.

*My Little Ponies, the Care Bears, every teenage girl at the mall, and, well, nukes. We also had talking dogs, frogs, pigs, and lots of other things, but for me, it was the horses and bears that did the most long-term psychological damage.

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Jan 1 2011 1:00pm

The Tea is Getting Cold

This is a post in the Twelve Doctors of Christmas series. Click the link to peruse the entire series.

The Seventh Doctor Sylvester McCoyPeople say “you never forget your first Doctor,” and I’m sure they’re right—I wasn’t even five years old when I met my first Doctor. I do mean “met.” When you’re that young, the people in your television are your friends and teachers, and the Third Doctor taught me a lot. But he wasn’t my Doctor. Neither was the Fourth, or the Fifth (although I did spend a few years with a massive crush on Peter Davidson).

Number Seven, on the other hand…that was my Doctor. If I wasn’t sure from the moment he stepped onto the screen, I knew it when I saw “Battlefield.” He was Merlin. He traveled with a teenage girl who was like the teenage girls I knew—Ace, whom I desperately wanted to grow up to be—and he kept secrets and he knew stories, and he was my Doctor.

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Nov 30 2010 9:30am

Whedonistas, A Celebration of the Worlds of Joss Whedon by the Women Who Love Them (Excerpt)

Please enjoy Seanan McGuire's opening essay from Whedonistas, A Celebration of the Worlds of Joss Whedon by the Women Who Love Them, edited by Lynne M. Thomas and Deborah Stanish and out on March 15, 2011 from Mad Norwegian Books.

Whedonistas“The Girls Next Door: Learning to Live with the Living Dead and Never Even Break a Nail”

I have a confession to make. Unlike what seems like the majority of Buffy fandom, I didn’t start with the television show—I almost didn’t even watch the television show (although we’ll get back to that in a moment).

I started with the movie.

Like all children, I spent a lot of time looking for idols. I grew up in the 80s, during one of the periods where media representations of blondes fell into two categories: the bimbo and the bitch. Being a deeply weird little girl, neither of these particularly appealed to me. I eventually grew into a pre-teen Marilyn Munster, that being the only option I could find that allowed for a) blonde hair, b) a fondness for frilly pink things and wearing ribbons in your hair, and c) hanging out with monsters. Like I said, I was a deeply weird little girl. At least answering “Who do you want to be when you grow up?” with “Marilyn Munster” didn’t get me sent to the principal’s office... unlike my previous answer to the same question, which was “Vincent Price.”

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