Seriously--did I tell you that I sing it? Or is there something cosmicish going on here?
Blame the cosmos: I hadn't even heard the song when I met you.
I don't know that one. Will have to read it.
It's the second of three, The Gates of Ivory, Two-Bit Heroes, and Guilt-Edged Ivory, which are unfortunately not a trilogy, but an open-ended series whose publisher stupidly let fall out of contract and into obscurity. They follow a futuristic scholar named Theo who comes to Ivory, the only known planet where magic is supposed to work, to collect stories for her PhD. She is promptly rolled in an alley, loses her passport, her return ticket, and all her money, and spends the next few years working as a market fortuneteller; until the day when a stranger shows up with a deck of cards that it seems she genuinely can read. His name is Ran Cormallon, of a well-known sorcerous (and more than slightly mob-like) family, and he wants to hire her. Chaos ensues. They are wonderful. The author is tightropegirl.
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Blame the cosmos: I hadn't even heard the song when I met you.
I don't know that one. Will have to read it.
It's the second of three, The Gates of Ivory, Two-Bit Heroes, and Guilt-Edged Ivory, which are unfortunately not a trilogy, but an open-ended series whose publisher stupidly let fall out of contract and into obscurity. They follow a futuristic scholar named Theo who comes to Ivory, the only known planet where magic is supposed to work, to collect stories for her PhD. She is promptly rolled in an alley, loses her passport, her return ticket, and all her money, and spends the next few years working as a market fortuneteller; until the day when a stranger shows up with a deck of cards that it seems she genuinely can read. His name is Ran Cormallon, of a well-known sorcerous (and more than slightly mob-like) family, and he wants to hire her. Chaos ensues. They are wonderful. The author is
I should do somethign about that.
Yep.