The Record series by Winnie Winkle (#4-6)
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Overview: Winnie Winkle is a fabulous Central Florida broad who swills bourbon, likes dogs and cats, and practices yoga, but not with any particular grace. Supporting live local music is a big deal to Winnie, so if you pass a gravestone that admonishes, ‘Go see the band and hit the tip jar’, it’s probably hers.
Genre: Humorous Fantasy
4. Pixie Prick: I’m Cleopatra O’Keefe, and I’m tired AF.
In the past year, I’ve managed to keep a pile of unappreciative gods and magicals on track, and now a rogue, full-on-jerk pixie king I didn’t know existed is determined to burn the world—and take me out with it. Normally, I’d see this as a shrug and slug back proposition, but the past year’s ginormous battles had a price.
I need a freaking miracle. The entire world is ready for a drink. And that pixie’s gotta go. So far, the cocktails are the only part I’ve got handled. My rock, my forever love, is on the other side of the globe working to help me, but the distance limits what he can do. We’re all in survival’s countdown, but I’m not down for the count. Yet.
The pixie king’s army just blew my safe harbor to smithereens, and everyone I love is at risk.
Time to pour a fat glass of payback.
5. Funkin’ Weird: Down is up, lore is lie, and when the titans aren’t busy boinkin’ they’re getting buzzed. It’s shading weird around here.
What’s really cookin’ my logistical noodle is the immortals. They’re dying. Not the most accurate branding, right? I’ve got a handful of puzzle pieces that don’t fit, and a sense of doom that won’t quit.
What happens when an immortal dies? I wish I knew. As the Keeper, I’m trying to hold the magical and human worlds aligned. I’ve got a symbiotic book, a partner, and dumb luck. The upheaval in Olympus is tinder for a witch war. My lover’s a god who thinks gaming the system is fine, my bestie is a witch ready to toss the Olympians out on their butts, and I’ve got to save a new magical race that can’t find their behinds with both hands and a flashlight.
Then the real deal showed up ready to burn the world to the ground. I’m Cleopatra O’Keefe, I’m screwed, and it’s only Wednesday.
6. Rogue Horizon (June 2023): If I could catch a break, that’d be sweet. It’s also highly unlikely.
I’m Cleopatra O’Keefe, and after my last world-bending Keeper shenanigan, I thought humanity and the magicals finally settled into a peaceful coexistence. Zeus in a thong, was I ever wrong. Now I’ve got the four sides–earth, water, fire, and air–squaring off, zero idea what might pull them together, and a ticking time bomb, all courtesy of Uranus. He’s the weirdness variable in our planetary meltdown.
All I know is that I get a single shot. Time to figure out how the pieces fit together and get them in the correct order so the planet doesn’t go POOF. To keep it interesting, an unknown malady sidelined my hard won allies and alliances–now each leader lays comatose, zonked with the swirling stars of Uranus lodged in their eyes. Not helpful.
Did I mention the monsters? What’s a world’s end scenario without enormous, slobbering, chompy beasts who are practically immortal? Sticking a pin in them? Oh, yeah. Easy peasy. No problem whatsoever.
Crud. This is a job for bourbon; might as well pour a double.
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