M Is for Magic by Neil Gaiman
“Sometimes,” said June, “sometimes I think somebody’s watching us from the woods, and then I look and there isn’t anybody there. But I still think it.”
April said, “That’s because you’re crazy.”
“Mm,” said September to everybody. “That’s our April. She’s sensitive, but she’s still the cruelest.”
The April in this tale is a cynic ray of sunshine, isn’t she? I can barely wait for the cruelest of her flowers to pleasure-abuse my senses with delicious colors, shapes, scents, tastes… yum!
I know it isn’t April yet, but the first 13 days of my birthday month—yes, I’m an April baby!—will be dedicated to the Sexy, Dark & Bloody Fiction party. I wanted to post a spot for your April reviews and bookish thoughts before the party took over the entire Pagan Culture world ;-)
P.S. Did you enter the “Being a Drake” contest at my writing site?
If not, run over there; the story can’t be written without you, and the $13 Amazon gift card cannot win itself. Can’t wait to check out your readings.