A big welcome to Sam Burns as part of her release of Fluke and the Faultline Fiasco.
When an earthquake shakes up Sage’s night, his instinct is to forget about it. They live in California—quakes happen. But this one sends the consciousness that lives in the ley lines running to him in fear, so he and his gunslinger boyfriend set out to investigate. What they uncover is a century-old plot to destroy not only the ley lines, but the city of Junction itself.
Now, they’re in a race against an unknown adversary who wants to annihilate everything they love, and the only manwith the answers is Sage’s long-dead Uncle Jonathon. Good thing they only have to read his journals, not deal with the insufferable jerk in person.
Between a heist to steal a magic artifact, Uncle Jonathon’s bigoted ramblings, and one surprise after another from his allies, can Sage find what he needs to save Junction?
Fluke and the Faultline Fiasco is third in its series, so if you haven’t read a Fluke book before, you should definitely start with book one, The Fantastic Fluke. The Faultline Fiasco is a 65k word novel that follows the continuing adventures of Sage, Fluke, Gideon, and their whole family, as they try to save the world. Or at least Southern California.
Fluke, naturally, did not mind wandering through town next to Gideon and me on a horse.
I mean, he didn’t have to ride the horse, so of course he didn’t mind. He just had to avoid getting caught underfoot, and given his relationship with Marron, that wasn’t too difficult.
The horse absolutely babied him.
When both had to fit through the same space, Marron stood back and let Fluke through first. When Fluke started sniffing at a dog that growled at him, Marron nosed him out of the way and stepped in between.
It was not the same as my relationship with Gideon.
It was, on the other hand, utterly adorable.
As we rode through the streets of Junction, I yawned and leaned back into Gideon, my eyelids getting irritatingly heavy. Finally, now, my body was ready to sleep, when I couldn’t.
“It’s too early for the coffee places to be open, or I’d suggest we get you some.” Gideon said when he nudged me awake for the second time. Or maybe the third. “I could take you home, and me and Marron could keep looking?”
I shook my head. Then my whole body, to try to wake myself up. “No, I’m fine. I’m sure you could find it, but the convergence talks to me. If it needs to say something, I need to be there.”
Behind me, Gideon grinned. “You don’t say?”
“What?” The sharp edge of my own voice was enough to wake me up a little.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, all faux nonchalance, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. “I just seem to remember a whole lot of worry about being a class two mage who couldn’t do anything. Little different from the man who knows we’re better off with him in the lead.”
And that was fair. It was hard to complain at him for speaking the truth.
Okay, no, not really, I was just too tired to bother. I flipped my wrist to check the time. Three in the morning.
You appear to be awake, the cheerful message appeared on my watch face. Would you like to turn off sleep mode?
Fuck my entire life.