In the Forests of the Night (Goblin Wars #2) by Kersten Hamilton
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The battle against goblinkind continues . . . but which side will Teagan be on?
Teagan, Finn, and Aiden have made it out of Mag Mell alive, but the Dark Man’s forces are hot on their heels. Back in Chicago, Tea’s goblin cousins show up at her school, sure she will come back to Mag Mell, as goblin blood is never passive once awoken. Soon she will belong to Fear Doirich and join them. In the meantime, they are happy to entertain themselves by trying to seduce, kidnap, or kill Tea’s family and friends. Tea knows she doesn’t have much time left, and she refuses to leave Finn or her family to be tortured and killed. A wild Stormrider, born to rule and reign, is growing stronger inside her. But as long as she can hold on, she’s still Teagan Wylltson, who plans to be a veterinarian and who heals the sick and hurting. The disease that’s destroying her—that’s destroying them all—has a name: Fear Doirich. And Teagan Wylltson is not going to let him win.
Today, Teagan's best friend Abby is stopping by to talk to us about magic and the mafia!
Me: It’s good to have you here with us, Abby.
Abby: It’s good to be here, Casey. Dumpster Boy usually gets all of the attention.
Me: You mean Finn?
Abby: That’s what I said, right? So, what did you want to talk to me about?
Me: Everything that’s been happening. Did you believe in magic and monsters before any of this started?
Abby: Goblins and invisible cats and stuff? Not exactly. I am totally psychotic though, so I knew something bad was coming—
Me: Um…do you mean psychic by any chance?
Abby: Now you sound like a Wylltson—like a constanant or two is important, when this stuff is life and death. I dreamed the things from Mrs. Wylltson’s paintings were coming for Tea. I told her, right? At first I thought Dumpster Boy was the nightmare, but it turned out that it was something worse. Whatever—they’re not gonna get her. You know why? Because she’s got a Gagliano watching her back.
Me: What's it like living in a mafia family?
Abby: (shrugs) Every family’s got issues. With mine, they’re just bigger, you know? I’ll give you a for instance. Your family might expect you to help them hide if the cops came after them, right? My Family? They’d expect me to help them hide a body.
Me: Who do you think would win in a fight—a goblin or one of your cousins?
Abby: If the goblin came to Chicago, I’d put money on my cousins—if they couldn’t handle it, they’d call in the uncles. This is our town. We got resources here.
Me: What's it like living with your best friend for half of the week? A sleepover every day? Or do you sometimes fight like sisters?
Abby: Sisters? I got sisters, and it’s not like that. Taking care of Tea is a mission from God. He sends angels for easy stuff like watching over Irish Travelers. For Tea, he calls in the big guns. He sends an Italian.
Me: What do you think of Finn?
Abby: He doesn’t have a car or a job. What do you think I think?
Me: What would you say to suggestions that you are boy crazy or perhaps a little flighty?
Abby: I’d say whoever told you that is the one with crazy going on. I gave up boys for art school, and I got a job doing art.
Me: I thought you painted toenails at the Smash Pad?
Abby: I never said it was a great job. But I’m supporting myself, right? And whatever issue I had with boys, I’m over it. Big time. Speaking of jobs—I gotta run. I’ve got an appointment in less than an hour with, like, the sister of the mayor’s wife’s best friend. She’s got a meeting with her annoying boss and wants something on her toes to give her courage. Like, man–eating tigers maybe. Thanks for having me over, Casey! Hey, you should totally come down to Smash Pad. I’ll do your nails for free.
Me: Thanks so much for stopping by, Abby! I'll definitely take you up on that -- I'm thinking giraffes. Oo or maybe owls...
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A writer needs a very tough skin. And she needs something to write about.
Fortunately, my impractical parents were also quite eccentric. My childhood can only be described as ‘exciting.’
I tracked caribou and arctic wolves across my family’s homestead in Alaska, caught tiny tree frogs in the swamps and rain forests of the Pacific Northwest, and chased dust devils and rattlesnakes across the high desert of New Mexico.
Against all odds, I survived my many misadventures. I was not electrocuted or drowned. Most of the bullets missed, and the incidents with bears, snakes, wolves, and angry moose were not fatal.
Before I settled down to have children I worked as a ranch hand, a wood cutter, a lumberjack, a census taker, a wrangler for wilderness guides, and an archeological surveyor.
Nowadays, when I'm not writing my favorite pastime is hunting dinosaurs and prehistoric beasts through the Ojito Wilderness and surrounding areas. The bones of huge monsters lie hidden in the deserts and badlands of New Mexico. I've found fragments of dinosaur bone, ammonites, an incredible acanthoceras from the Cretaceous, 8,000 year old camel bones, and possibly a pile of rhino remains.