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It's been a busy few weeks. I'vve been out-of-town house sitting, along with having to take my own pets in to vet appointments. I haven't had as much time as I would like to update this blog!
But let me catch you up on what I have recently read/am currently reading this week
This week I've finished:
She's A Doll by Barbara Truelove-- LOVED
The Calamities by Chuck Wendig--Was not my favorite but enjoyed parts!
CURRENTLY READING
Hollow Folk by Andrew K. Clark
The Flayed Man by Chloe Lauter
Pictures of You by Josh Malerman
What are you reading this week?
I will be running two polls for you to vote on themes for our 2027 Book Club. Here is the first poll for January's theme! If you have any ideas for other themes, please leave them in the comments.
January 2027 Theme Options — which do you prefer?
Beginning - Beginning of a new series, character experiences new beginnings, etc.
Number - Number in the title
First - First in a series, first book of the year, first in the title, etc.
Oh hey, guess who is getting on another long haul flight and needs your help? It's me.
I'll be flying a little over 13 hours this week and would love some good books to help me pass the time. As you might know, I'm a big fan of reading romantic comedies on planes but I've been known to devour a good fantasy too. I just need a plot that will pull me in FAST and preferably is a standalone.
I'll add a few of my favorites below but help a girl out and drop a rec in the comments!
Ok! Sorry for the delay, but video is here for the drawing of the two winners for the binary books givey I did.
https://youtube.com/shorts/i8VP_hGP9bs?feature=share
I reached out to both winners already to send them their goodies!
Thank you so much to everyone who signed up! Hopefully I will have more giveaways for our community soon!
thanks!
Jen
Chapter 7
Icarus flinched when the coroner flicked back the sheet to reveal the mutilated corpse of the older woman. He fumbled in his pockets for his rosary and took a few deep breaths before making himself look. This part never got easier.
Maren leaned over the body and inspected the jagged, torn flesh at her throat. She sighed, directed at him, “You split a bodach’s hand in half.”
He grimaced, “It’s different when it’s… us.”
She made an affirmative sound and continued her inspection. He noted the coroner taking an additional step back at the mention of a fae. A sour taste bubbled in his mouth. He rolled up his sleeves and touched the head gently, shifting it from one side to the next. It moved easily, too much give in the absence of tendon and flesh.
“Stop,” Maren lifted a hand and he obeyed. She used a thin silver stylus to prod at the slackened, graying skin. For a moment, he could not see what gave her pause. Then, almost as if it materialized in front of him, he saw it.
Puncture marks.
Four. Needle-thin. Almost missable in the bend of the woman’s neck--Colleen Callahan, Eilonwy had told them. Maren lifted her eyes to his, mouth curved in a faint frown.
“Mangling’s for show then,” he sighed and tried to set Colleen back to neutral. It took a few tries and started a battle in his stomach for its contents to stay where they were.
“It clawed out her throat, everything is ripped but not in tatters. This was calculation, not rage.” Maren handed the stylus back to the coroner who used it as an excuse to disappear into the washroom.
He leaned back and folded his arms, “There was so much fucking blood in that room, Mare. I can’t figure out why there were signs from both. Fae and demons collaborating is unheard of, they try to tear each other apart when they cross paths.”
“This is one wound. One creature,” she eyed the rest of Colleen’s body with clinical detachment, “one thing that’s part demonic and part fae.”
He laughed involuntarily, “Please. If something like that existed, we’d have heard of it by now. It’d be tearing through the streets.”
“Who’s to say it isn’t?” Before he could respond, she flagged the coroner, “How many cases have you had recently with marks like that?”
The man, flustered, kept a distance when he followed the line of her finger. He shook his head, “Three or four, but they can’t be related. They don’t come in looking a mess, like. Just with those little marks and missing half their weight in blood.”
“And nobody’s reported this to the Church?” Icarus snapped his eyes to the man. Behind their muted grey-blue, a storm brewed.
The older man shrugged helplessly, “We did, but they said not to worry. They’ve all been urchins or whor- ah… women of ill-repute, no family to follow up. It’s just me, like. I don’t have the manpower to stay atop all the cases that come through.”
Icarus’s fingers dug into his forearms, “So no urgency because they were just parentless children and women working to survive.”
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know what you didn’t mean,” he flared, “and you’d do better to speak of all the Pale God’s children with respect. His son lived among the harlots and lepers, fed the starving, restored sight to the blind. As a man of faith, I’d expect you to want to walk the same path as the Pale Son.”
He jerked his chin to the cross at the coroner’s throat: straight line slashed perpendicular a third from the top with two slanted lines. He hurried to tuck it behind his shirt, a flush in his cheeks, but offered no apology. Icarus hated one thing more than the Church--hypocrisy. Not up for a sermon, he waved his dismissal and cleared the room in several long strides. He snatched his coat from the hook when he passed.
The midwinter air was brutal, despite the heavy wool. He lit a cigarette while he waited for Maren to do whatever her salt magic let her do with a body that dead. Smoke filled his lungs--sharp and punishing. He closed his eyes and let his head tip back until it met cold brick. None of it made sense. The sky whirled gray and patient above him, waiting with him in the midday light of the alley. He took another drag and the door opened. Maren glanced at the lit paper and back to him in mild disapproval.
“What? Not like it’s going to kill me,” he smirked, dropping the spent butt and grinding it under his heel. “Something’s wrong with this case, Mare. I don’t like it.”
She nodded and pulled her gloves over small hands. They walked towards the tramway, both lost in calculations and webs of detail neither of them were quite ready to share. He ran back through Eilonwy and how she had spoken about her brother. Maren pointed out her reluctance to give his name after she left, Icarus had not noticed. He shared his observation about the strange sing-song way the woman spoke. They had agreed something was amiss, but decided to handle her case anyway. Whatever secrets the woman may have held, there was a creature in the night murdering people to deal with.
His thoughts drifted back to his father and the box of dead ends that made up the Church investigation. He could not lie to himself anymore, not after staring into the mutilated throat of a dead woman. There was no magical arrangement of evidence he could concoct that would let him see whatever the investigator-priests had missed. That box was worthless and he was right back to where he started.
Only worse. At least before the bodach he had made some form of peace with the loss of his father. Now, he had to sift through all the complicated emotions about it again. It always nagged at him--a truth he put considerable time, effort, and whiskey into ignoring.
He would not know peace until he knew what happened to Daedalus Ulrich.
Maren made a disagreeable sound at the ticket counter and corrected the clerk, “Trinity College Station.”
“College Sta-?”
“The library.”
Of course. The library. Leave it to Maren to find an excuse to disappear into research. He could not blame her, she was good at it. Research had been her only anchor keeping her sanity on the ground after everything that happened to her. They had met when that anchor had started slipping away. Destiny, Icarus used to joke. Over the years, he secretly wondered how much of a joke that really was.
The library doors stood open, too ridiculously large and loud to keep them closed considering the foot traffic this brilliant building directed. It was something of a legend, the Trinity College Library. Three floors, plus more basement vaults and archives, covered floor to ceiling in thousands and thousands of books. Romantics spent time writing stories about it, academics spent time whispering curses at the romantics for taking up so much table space, and the occasional cast-out duo of priests spent time rifling through obscure books nobody paid a mind to in the dustiest corners of the room.
He could not say he loved it, not like Maren. It was a place that felt like time took a breath, though, and he could appreciate that. The air was thick with the hushed movement of students and researchers and would-be authors, each of them leveraging the silence to express their frustration with each other in that passive way academics always manage. Dust motes drifted through the slices of silver early-afternoon light cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the wide open space below--they danced on the heels of every passerby, kissed the cheeks of bookworms who came too close. There was a strange man-made magic in this place that even he could not ignore.
Maren set him to work immediately. She dropped him off at an empty corner table and lit the reading lamps. When she came back, she dropped a cracked leather book in front of him with a thud. He lifted his arms in aggravation, she fired a look that humbled him back into his uncomfortable wooden chair. They collapsed into a focused silence scanning through all manner of terrible beasts and monsters. When one book yielded no answers, Maren disappeared to grab another. After a while, a library assistant had picked up the pattern and began quietly building a stack for them at the edge of their table.
Icarus rubbed his eyes, every handwritten page blurring together and refusing to stick in his mind any longer. He was in the process of sighing to get Maren’s attention when her hand shot out and stopped him. She turned the book in front of her and shoved it towards him.
He stared at the woodblock image. A man. Spindly, tall, long hair wiry and sparse. His teeth gleamed in a broken-mouthed smile--two stepped canines on either side of his jaw. The eyes felt wrong, but Icarus could not say precisely why. One clawed hand raised in a gesture, long index finger drawing his attention to the bedraggled corpse lying at his feet. Blood pooled around the throat of his victim. Along its neck--four puncture marks.
Icarus’s blurred vision sharpened. The scrawling text was half faded, but legible enough.
Abhartach
He lifted his cool eyes to Maren’s and she pulled the book back to her. She closed it and stood, he followed her lead while she went through the painstaking process of convincing the librarian to let her take it out of the building.
While she negotiated for her hostage, Icarus paced along the facade. He unscrewed the lid of his flask and let the liquid fire burn away his mind-fatigue. Abhartach. He could not recall this creature, not from any of his training. The name, though, felt familiar. He rolled the word around in his mouth, trying to place it. Another long swig slowed his thoughts enough to pull it apart. Still, its familiarity evaded him.
“Special consignment, I’ve been allowed three days,” Maren stuffed the ancient tome in her bag and walked past him.
He followed and cupped his hand around an unlit cigarette until the paper caught, “I don’t know it.”
“Neither do I," she sighed and wafted the smoke away from her face, “which exacerbates concern.”
Night folded in around them, blanketing their path back to the tram. When they stepped off, it had fully embraced the sky above. Buildings went quiet, most windows dark and lightless. Pubs teemed with patrons, oil lamps swung idly when caught off guard by an evening breeze. Maren touched his arm and motioned with her head. Her street was lit, which felt important to Icarus for a distant reason he could not name.
“I’ll glean what I can and get back to you in the morning. Slán, ” she offered a light squeeze before disappearing. He waited and watched until she rounded the corner that led to her door.
Hands shoved into his pockets against the burgeoning chill, he carried on down the road in the dark. His thoughts drifted everywhere. Abhartach, Colleen’s body, Eilonwy’s avoidance, the bodach’s words about his father. There was a thread connecting them just out of reach, lost to some angle of light he could not catch. He felt it in his bones, deep in the marrow. Whether the evidence was plain or not, it was there. Waiting for him to find it and pull.
Rocks skittered in the dark alley to his side. Something raised the hairs on the back of Icarus’s neck. He froze. The familiar electricity of the unnatural moved like static in the air. His attention focused on the road to his flat he had turned down without thinking.
Darkness. Not complete, but looming. More gaslamps were out than normal, casting the cobblestones in unfamiliar shadows. He inventoried them and caught the telltale signs of deliberate sabotage in a handful. His mind attempted to rationalize it. He did not exactly live in Dublin’s most lavish neighborhood, but it was not the boarding house slums either. Despite the attempt to label the low lighting just another act of mischief, the serpent of wrongness slithered through his thoughts.
Another sound came from the alley. He turned his head--slow and casual. Any moment, a drunk or a dog would come stumbling out. That was all. He was acutely aware of the pulse in his veins. All of his senses sharpened. The air smelled of coal and spilled beer and something old. Something that should not be here. Every laugh, a shift of fabric, a scrape of boots carried on the breeze for his inspection and were all found wanting. Whatever he was listening for would not carry on the wind. Instinct told him that.
The alley was engulfed in shadows. Blacker than the night had any right to be. A dark so total it made his skin ripple with gooseflesh. Everything about that impenetrable tenebrous wall was flawed. Incorrect. Out of place.
From deep within it, two lights shone faintly--close together, pinpricks of silver against the void of darkness beyond. Dim, far away. Animal instinct corrected the miscalculation. Not dim. Small. Close. Lingering just at the threshold of shadows.
His muscles coiled, something older than time surged to the forefront. It took hold like the hand of a lost Old God attempting to move his body without his consent. His heart stampeded wildly. His mind screamed. run. Run. RUN. RUN!
He could not move. He had to know--to see, to be sure. Time dilated. Everything slowed. He stopped breathing.
It blinked.
A flash of silver and blood spilled from his arm. Hands flexed. Azure flames burst from his fingertips. He slashed his hand towards the darkness. Faefire rained down on the shadows, sending them scattering. It hit the stone in furious droplets and dissolved with an impertinent hiss.
Nothing.
The darkness inhaled sharply, sucked away from the light of his fire as if it had never been. Icarus stared down the alley, the only sound now the slow drip of his blood onto the street. He knew without a shadow of a doubt.
Someone was being hunted.
This week's pick comes from our Administrator Michelle;
Thomas Dent Mütter, an eccentric and brilliant doctor who paved the way for modern surgery techniques, is a fascinating man. He added the umlaut to his last name, just because he could. I could not read about him fast enough. This book is also full of diagrams and medical drawings, and even a photo of a huge impacted colon. But it is not solely worth reading for the sensational photos. Apotwicz uses Dr. Mütter as a window to society at the turn of the century. You can see not only the journey of one strange doctor, but the evolution of medical thought to a (slightly) more compassionate form.
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Hello witches!
Happy September- the door that is half open and half closed between summer and autumn.
I love thinking about September as a time to rest, to settle, until autumn bursts in with its crisp, apple air and maple butter coziness.
This is also the time that my book, Hexes Go Well with Tequila, is re-released with Hay House- October 13.
BUT, if you have already read the book- either the indie version or an ARC, you are invited to a cozy chat on September 22nd to talk all things Hexes.
Bring a cozy drink and sweater and fun conversation! The link above will RSVP you for the zoom event. I hope to see you there!
Magically,
Lee
Booksworn!
Our chat with Christopher Buehlman and discussion of BETWEEN TWO FIRES begins at 8pmGMT… JOIN US!
Link here: https://us06web.zoom.us/j/83208780010?pwd=Cr45KvR9XEJ0yXZYaIK1ptfajvdvZb.1
If you would like a signed and personalised copy of Between Two Fires write below 👇
Ed and Will
I’m a little behind on getting our September voting poll up, but better late than never, right? I’m so excited to start tucking in to fall reads soon! I know we can read epic fantasy anytime of the year, but it’s always more fun in autumn 🍁 It’s going to be hard to pick just one of these this month! Voting will close on Thursday, September 3rd and our September pick will be posted on the 4th. Per usual, the giveaway winner will be announced then in the Discord as well!
The Castle and the Cloister by Laura Weymouth
The Priory of the Orange Tree meets Black Sun in the thrilling launch of a political fantasy duology following three people—a wet nurse, a heretic queen, and a priest—as they attempt to shape the fortunes of a continent shattered by war.
Amid a treacherous landscape of enemies, allies, and intrigue, three lives will intertwine. Each will have to risk the wrath of gods and kings alike to alter the course of nations.
Malice by John Gwynne
The Banished Lands has a violent past where armies of men and giants clashed in battle. An uneasy peace reigns, but now giants stir once more, the very stones weep blood and there are sightings of gigantic worms. Those who can still read the signs see a prophecy realised: sorrow will darken the world, as angels and demons make it their battlefield.
As the Kings look to their borders, and priests beg answers from the Gods, only a chosen few know that the fate of the world will be decided between two champions, the Black Sun and the Bright Star. And with their coming will be a war to end all wars.
Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff
It has been twenty-seven long years since the last sunrise. For nearly three decades, vampires have waged war against humanity; building their eternal empire even as they tear down our own. Now, only a few tiny sparks of light endure in a sea of darkness.
Gabriel de León is a silversaint: a member of a holy brotherhood dedicated to defending realm and church from the creatures of the night. But even the Silver Order could not stem the tide once daylight failed us, and now, only Gabriel remains.
Imprisoned by the very monsters he vowed to destroy, the last silversaint is forced to tell his story. A story of legendary battles and forbidden love, of faith lost and friendships won, of the Wars of the Blood and the Forever King and the quest for humanity’s last remaining hope:
The Holy Grail.
HELLO friends!
I'm sorry for disappearing for a whole month right after launching. Severe imposter syndrome. I genuinely felt like it was pointless to be on Bindery because who is going to care what I'm talking about here?
Which brings me to a point I made in a really vulnerable video a few weeks ago called "why I'll never be famous" about my frustration with the lack of growth on my platform and not connecting with the people I know are out there who read what I read and like what I like. Especially when it comes to promoting diverse authors who aren't people like Sarah J. Maas, who, problematic as she is, is revered in a godlike way by a mass of predominantly white women. And you know what? Post about her or any other quintessential mainstream white author and your follow count goes through the roof and brands and publishers actually notice you.
I won't lie, I would love to turn this into something sustainable where I could pay some bills with it. But not in a way that compromises my integrity or my moral compass. I want to talk about books and press on nails and makeup and outfits and be vulnerable without being performative. So I was feeling really down, wondering if there was even a point and if I'd ever make this into something more. Not just for me, but for the bookish community, to give them another person who can diversify their reads across authors and genres and concepts and make reading fun and knowledgeable and safe again, not a chore. That's what I set out to do when I started.
I didn't expect so much support on that video, not just from my friends but from creators I really admire and people who follow me just because I'm me. It reminded me that I'm doing something right and it's resonating somewhere, and I can't give up. Like everything else in my life, I'll just have to work harder to get where other people already are.
So I'm just going to yap on Bindery now. If you've made it this far, HELLO, let's be friends. I promise to share more about what I'm reading and doing here in longer form, and thank you to anyone who's here now and anyone who joins later.
I read 9 books in August, which is crazy, but it felt like a meh month because it was the first time this year that a lot of what I read was....mid. They were alright, but I've been on such a streak of amazing books that I noticed it more. Here they are though, form your own opinions.
The Lunatics — Navessa Allen (4★)
Blurb: a shifter romance built on two very different kinds of werewolf.
My first shifter book in forever and it delivered. Loved the two-tier wolf system, the once-a-month mostly-human ones vs the ones fully in touch with the animal. Felt refreshing. Layla's powers with Michael feel like we barely scratched the surface. I wanted more spice, but I read the bonus chapters for volume two and now I'm dying for the rest!!
Boring Asian Female — Canwen Xu (4★)
Blurb: a lit fic spiral about an Asian American woman whose lifetime of perfectionism finally snaps.
This was a WILD ride and I'm genuinely concerned for this woman. It nails that final-straw crash out. Being Asian American, the pressure to hit these ridiculous dreams your parents have for you because you feel like you owe them. Elizabeth ranking everyone by percentile is just her trying to quantify her way out of being deeply insecure. Her killing a girl over a Harvard spot, based on nothing but stuff she made up, is still living in my head. The ending wasn't what I pictured so I took off a star, but this is going straight in the crazy girl lit fic pile.
Embrace (Off the Ice #4) — Bal Khabra (3★)
Blurb: book four in the Off the Ice hockey romance series, with Kian and Scarlett.
My three stars was purely for Kian. I usually love Bal's books but this one wasn't it. Scarlett's storyline felt weak and the plot never went anywhere, with barely any connection to the sport. Kian's one of my faves and his story could have been more.
The Anatomy of Magic (Darkest Divine #1) — Alexis L. Menard (3★)
Blurb: a surgeon gets pulled into a world of magic and court politics.
I really liked the magical concept but the plot got lost in places and I was confused more than once. Nina's fun and I loved that she was a surgeon, and I wish we saw more of that. There needed to be more logic behind the magic and political systems, and more detailed romance. Still curious about book two.
Molka — Monika Kim (3★)
Blurb: a Korean horror-thriller about spycam voyeurism and the women it destroys.
A sharp commentary on how little care or justice women get when intimate content is taken without their knowledge. Started off really strong and it did get crazy, just not in the supernatural direction I wanted. A few plotlines get raised and never resolved. The real horror at the end is that she gets no justice at all and the misogyny just wins again. Kind of sad.
A Trade of Blood (Ana and Din Mysteries #3) — Robert Jackson Bennett (5★)
Blurb: third in the Ana and Din fantasy mystery series.
This was SO SO SO good. One of my most anticipated series releases this year and it HIT SO WELL. I was sad when it was done because I wanted more, and if you haven't read this series you really need to. It's Sherlock Holmes type detective vibes with crazy cases, set in a semi mysterious sci-fi fantasy world with augmented humans, leviathans, and a lot of secrets. This one shared a LOT more secrets and explored more of the politics of the nation while Ana and Din solved the murder, and I was so riveted.
The Sweetest Fiend (Played by the Piper #1) — Raven Kennedy (5★)
Blurb: first in a new Raven Kennedy fantasy romance series.
The queen has done it AGAIN. Esti and Varrick fall hard and fast and I spent the whole book wondering how this could possibly keep going if they get their HEA, and man, was I surprised and played the entire time. The world building is fascinating and there's so much more to learn about how the crack in the world happened, who the fates are, the banes. Am I shocked and riveted and thirsting? Yes. I need the next book NOW.
Wait and Hope — mightbewriting (3★)
Blurb: a Dramione fan fic where Hermione wakes up married to Draco for six years and remembers none of it. Currently being trad published.
Wanted a little more out of this. With all that magic on the table the ending could've been so much bigger, and it needed more spice. Still excited and curious about the trad pub version.
The Maiden and Her Monster — Maddie Martinez (3★)
Blurb: a sapphic dark fantasy rooted in Jewish golem folklore, where a healer's daughter bargains with a zealot priest to hunt the monster in the cursed forest and save her mother from execution.
I enjoyed the folklore a lot but it was trying to do too many things at once, which is why it was three stars for me. Still good, but I wasn't going crazy. I liked the horror aspects, and I wish we had more romance because the build up for these enemies to lovers was lacking. I wanted more banter. I also found the main character annoying sometimes, but that was the point since she's naive to the way the world works. The ending was well done!
That's all from me for now. Let me know if you've read these, what recs you have for me, or what content you want.
Talk to you soon, BYEEE
Happy first day of September! What better way to celebrate a brand-new month than with a brand-new stack of books?
We've gathered up a few books that are hitting shelves today that some of our members are very excited about, and honestly, we think you will be too!
First up we have -
If this title sounds interesting to you, listen here to Jordy, Lana, and Jilly's discussing family, self-trust, and the power we discover within ourselves. They dive into what it means to claim your power, trust your instincts, embrace who you are, and push back against the voices, both internal and external, that make you doubt yourself.
Next on the list -
For the horror fans -
And for the grand finale -
Let us know in the poll which book you'll be picking up first!
Happy September everyone!!! It’s officially fall spooky season 🧡🍂🍁🎃 the winners for September book club areeee….
A Forbidden Alchemy for the fantasy category and Seed for the horror category!! I am soooo excited for both of these books I cannot wait to get into them! Make sure to click the link to the discord where we will discuss everything
Bindery Followers, Inner Circle, and Producers, this one is just for you!
I'm excited to announce the very first round of Bindery Bingo here on Rachael's Reads!
The Basics:
Save the Bingo board to a safe place
Drop a snapshot of the completed activity into each square as you complete them*
Game will run September 1-November 30, 2026
Scoring:
One (1) point will be awarded for each square completed (24 total - no points for Free Space)
Two (2) bonus points for each BINGO. For the purposes of this game, Bingos will include: horizontal rows, vertical rows, & corner-to-corner diagonal rows
Five (5) bonus points for a blackout board
Total available points: 53
Upgrade your subscription to Inner Circle and receive 10 bonus points
Upgrade to Producer and receive 20 bonus points
What do I win? I'm so glad you asked!
The winner of this fall's Bindery Bingo will receive an Aardvark Book Club Box with their choice of three titles from Aardvark's December selections. Thank you to Aardvark Book Club for partnering with me to spoil our first winner! (Photo is an example only and used with gracious permission of the owner)
The Fine Print:
Open to all membership tiers of Rachael's Reads with US or Canadian mailing addresses.
Winner must be willing to supply a mailing address to the host (Rachael) to be shared with the prize sponsor (Aardvark Book Box).
Prize will be awarded to the player with the most points, earned as detailed above. In the event of a tie, a winner will be drawn at random from the players with the tied scores.
Final game boards must be submitted by December 4, 2026. Submission instructions to come.
Game is not sponsored by Bindery Books or any of their imprints.
Have fun!!!
*If you are unable to edit photos onto the Bingo board, please drop a note in the #bindery-bingo channel on Discord and I'll send you alternate instructions.
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