All right, on October 1 it goes into the archives, so here’s my last bit of shameless-self-promotion for “The Curator’s Job” …
A curator who has lost quite a unique … um … item, girl adventurers, a witch, Victorian-era gangsters, and, to top it all off, a big old-fashioned free-for-all brawl. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO READ THIS.
(If you think you might want to read it, but you’re worried about triggers, you are more than welcome to drop me a comment and ask. I will very happily answer that, or any question, really.)
And a thank you to all of you who have already read it, or are in the process of reading it. I seriously love these girls, and the fact that I’ve been able to get them out there into the world for other people to read–and that people like them–is really a joy. A violent, sometimes bloody, occasionally smelly, joy.
(Also, if you click on the links, there are other Teachout stories, one at Beneath Ceaseless Skies and a couple here on the blog.)