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Abracadabra by K. Stevens Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy

Magic and mayhem are his middle names. Figuratively. Not literally. He’s not sure he even has a middle name, let alone two. Rod’s a trickster by trade, magician by hobby, and thief by night. But when an old friend hunts him down and asks a favor, he can’t refuse. Mostly because she’ll likely try to kill him before asking again. But also because it presents a very interesting puzzle: to hunt down what a half-elf, magic weapons, and a killer-led cult of shapeshifters have to do with each other. Lucky for him, Rod has the ability to be in three places at once. The problem? Even he can’t always tell which him is the real him. Add to Goodreads B&N * Kobo * Books2Read

From an early age, K. Stevens devoured all things magical and mystical. To this day, she hesitantly struggles to keep one foot in reality while the rest of her remains firmly rooted in the fantastic and insane. In 2015, she finally worked up enough courage to share her stories with more than just her family, and was encouraged by the fact that she wasn’t eaten alive for it. She may be the crazy lady that talks to bugs and stares incessantly into the sky, but don’t mind her. She’s just thinking. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Tumblr * Pinterest * Goodreads

The roads were wide tracks in the ground, the ground around the edges of each hut a trampled
mess of sticky mud. Woven grass mats were laid in the middle of the messes, probably to
increase traction despite the mud reaching through any holes available.
I followed the beaten path to the closest cluster of buildings, finding my way to a
building with a crudely-constructed porch made of logs forced into place among the mud. The
sounds of community drifted through a makeshift curtain of thick leaves covering the entrance.
A pair of pale, hollow-eyed elves walked past, keeping their heads down as they pushed past the
leaves and made their way into the building.
Judging by the many muddy tracks on the makeshift porch, this place was where the
elves gathered. Or at least, one of them. Might as well start asking question and see what I could
see.
I went to the curtain and attempted to brush it aside. My hand passed through the leaves
instead. I pondered it for a second before snorting to myself; of course. Of course I can’t interact
with things. I pushed past the curtains and entered the hub.