Tuesday's Short - The Queen's Game
This week’s short story takes us f rom the adventures of a space pilot lost in the warp to an urban fantasy setting where elven politics have a brutal impact on a troll-hunter's life. Welcome to The Queen's Game . Never get involved with the Otherworld Fey. Take my word for it. I saved the Queen of Summer, and was betrothed to a lord of Winter by way of thanks—and then the human underworld got involved. So what do I do, when every choice is bad? What would you choose: death by troll, or the mercy of an elf? The Queen's Game (Excerpt) There were twenty-one rosellas in the tree outside my window. Twenty-one. All blue and red and green and squawky. They arrived in a chattering flock and a rush of wings, stealing fruit, eating buds, and taking out the contents of the seed boxes hanging in the tree. “Good morning, boys,” I said, looking up from my desk. “Well, good morning, yourself,” said a voice behind me, and I pushed my chair back. At leas...