Trifles and Folly A Deadly Curiosities Collection by Gail Z. Martin Genre: Urban Fantasy
A collection of nine adventures: Buttons, The Restless Dead, Retribution, Coffin Box, Wicked Dreams, Collector, Bad Memories, Shadow Garden, and Spook House. Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day Charleston, an antiques and curios shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can read the history of objects by touching them and along with her business partners Teag, who has Weaver magic and Sorren, a 600 year-old vampire, they get rid of cursed objects and keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats. An extension of the Deadly Curiosities book series. Revised Edition 2, 2018. Includes an updated cover, minor edits and the BONUS section with three stories chronicling Sorren’s early days: Vanities, The Wild Hunt, and Dark Legacy. Goodreads * Amazon
Trifles and Folly 2 A Deadly Curiosities Collection
Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day Charleston, an antiques and curios shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can read the history of objects by touching them and together with Teag (a hacker and weaver witch) and Sorren, a 600 year-old vampire, they get rid of cursed objects and keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats. An extension of the Deadly Curiosities urban fantasy novel series, this collection contains three full novellas and four short stories: The Final Death, Predator, Fair Game, Fatal Invitation, Redcap, Bloodlines, plus three bonus stories: Among the Shoals Forever, The Low Road, and Steer a Pale Course. Goodreads * Amazon
Gail Z. Martin discovered her passion for science fiction, fantasy and ghost stories in elementary school. The first story she wroteat age fivewas about a vampire. Her favorite TV show as a preschooler was Dark Shadows. At age 14, she decided to become a writer. She enjoys attending science fiction/fantasy conventions, Renaissance fairs and living history sites. She is married and has three children, a Himalayan cat, a Maltese and a golden retriever. Website * Newsletter* Facebook * Pinterest * Twitter * Goodreads * Amazon
“I DON’T KNOW why, but I’ve really got a bad feeling about that house.” I sat in the car parked at
the curb near the big house on the Battery.
“Bad feeling like they won’t pay their bill, or bad feeling like there’s a hungry demon
inside?” Teag Logan asked.
I shook my head. “Not sure, but if I had to put money on it, I’d go with the demon.”
Most people would be kidding. Teag knew I wasn’t. I’m Cassidy Kincaide, owner of Trifles
and Folly, an antique and curio shop in historic, haunted Charleston, SC. Neither Teag nor I are
entirely what we seem, and that holds true for the shop as well.
I’m a psychometric, which means I can often read the history of objects by touching them.
Teag has Weaver magic, an ability to weave spells into cloth and to weave data streams—like
the Internet—making him an awesome hacker. He’s my best friend, sometime bodyguard and
assistant store manager. I’m the latest in a very long line of relatives to manage Trifles and Folly
in the 350 years the store has existed, but we’ve all had the same silent partner, a nearly six-
hundred-year-old vampire named Sorren, and the same mission: to get dangerous magical items
off the market and out of the wrong hands. Most of the time, we succeed. When we fail, people
die and really bad things happen.
“How do you want to handle this?” Teag asked.
I drew a deep breath. “We go in, and see what’s what. Then we figure it out from there.” My
magic is touch-psychic, not clairvoyance, so I can’t see the future, much as I would sometimes
The house was large, old, and expensive. Most of the homes on the Battery hailed from
before the Civil War. Many of the houses are painted in the muted pastels most people associate
with places like Bermuda and Nassau. Some of the families who owned these homes had been
here since the mansions were built. The houses are beautiful, and tourists flock to see them. But
as much as I admire their beauty, I try not to spend a lot of time down at the Battery for the
simple reason that it creeps me out.