I picked up The Alchemist of All Hallows Eve because a mysterious old house and a Halloween murder sounded like exactly the kind of reading night I wanted. Then I learned there was a French chef gargoyle who fancies himself Poirot. At that point, I was sold. My…

Some books sound made for a quiet evening with a warm drink. Others make you glance toward the window before turning the page. Blood Becoming: Halvyn Dawn belongs firmly in the second group, which, honestly, can be its own kind of magic.

I meant to read a few chapters of Dark Ugly Places before bed. Instead, I stayed up until my eyes could read no more, then spent the next day thinking about Nicola, Martha, and everything I still needed to know. I could not wait to finish those last…