Hmmm… some strange short stories…
Zen and the Art of Vampirims by Kelley Armstrong (one of my favorite paranormal authors)
Zoe, only vampire in Canadian town… she is gay, she is 300 years old, she is powerful, though she is thought of as weak as she refuses to fight other vampires & does not kill humans… she has an eclectic group of =supernatural friends, including a witch who needs to eat flesh, so she cuts a piece off her own arm daily to feed her – her ‘meat’ grows back afterall… Two vampires from New Orleans show up and want her town, and want her to leave… she says yes, offers to take them on a tour and introduce them around… she gets them to pay her bar tab, plus $1000… introduces them to her friends – including the flesh eating witch… and they leave, figuring it just isn’t worth it… she has her town back without violence.
Riding the Shore of the River of Death Kate Elliott
Strange story of Indians… of tribal chiefs and shamans… of a woman, daughter of the chief, promised to the chief of another tribe – who is ‘dressed’ with griffin feathers – very powerful, where she would be one of many wives (though he promises she will be his first wife), who secretly trained with her cousin, a shaman by genes, who must prove himself to be a man (by killing an ‘enemy’ and bringing back his/her head to the shaman)… and she plans on proving herself a man & a warrior so she would not have to leave her tribe and marry to become a 2nd class citizen… but her cousin is injured (ax wound to the belly) – and he takes the head…. But must return to the tribe to be named a man in the afterlife… she takes him, dragging him on branches behind the horse… but they are waylaid by a witch & her companion, who tie them up and heal the shaman… the witch and her companion dig a trench around them (for magic), working together to dig – working amicably… her betrothal comes – not just to rescue her but because he found a trader of the griffin feathers which apparently the witch wants, and he wants to kill the witch for wanting the sacred feathers… she helps the witch, garnering her promise to take her from this area… and they go 2 weeks into the future – and she wants to stay with the witch, where perhaps she can find a man who will treat her as his equal… Hmmmm
From Russia, with Love C.E. Murphy
BabaYaga’s daughter – beautiful, under her mother’s thumb – her mother’s house moves on chicken feet, her mother eats people – including her lover/daughter’s father – to consume their power… and a dragon/man & vampire come to Russia – to take the local dragon’s ‘kingdom’… the local dragon is under BabaYaga’s power (from an amulet that contains the daughter’s virgin blood)… the new dragon seduces the daughter, and BabaYaga comes out when they are finished and ensnares him… and the vampire wants to free his friend… and finally goes to the daughter to ask how… and her death is needed … so he sucks her blood, including that in the amulets – thus freeing the dragons – and they leave… and BabaYaga leaves the area (very angry) thinking she lost her daughter & the dragons – but in the spring, as magic runs through her veins, she is awakened a new creature – free of her mother finally.
Words Like Coins Robin Hobb
A cute story of pecksies (pixies)… two women are left on their own on a farm that has suffered through drought as their husbands left to find work & money for seed… one is pregnant, one is a partially trained hedgewitch… and the pregnant one is fearful of the rats that are taking their water & grain (they will starve if the rats take too much) and of pecksies… she tells the story of pecksies – that they are bound to you if you do them a favor, that ones words to them must be like coins – well spent… and precise – for instance if you tell them to wash the dishes, you must tell them to wash the dishes until they are clean,, then dry them and stack them in the cupboard – or else they will continually wash the dishes and nothing else… and the pregnant one is sure that the pecksies killed her infant brothers – as they both died in their sleep – so her mother sent away the pecksies by telling them to go away – and since there is no away they will walk until they are dead…
the hedge witch meets a pecksie who is pregnant and injured – she gives the pecksie milk, and the pecksie drinks it – binding herself to the hedgewitch… the hedgewitch wants to do the right thing – she helps the pecksie & her friends, but will not bind the others to her (giving water to the one to share with the others), but the pregnant one is fearful… the hedgewitch attempts to give the pecksie a healing talisman, but the pecksie tells her she didn’t quite do it right = the pecksie bound to her is a spell caster herself.. the pecksies help out, chasing away rats… and our hedgewitch, giving into her pregnant friend’s fear, tells the bound pecksie to not hurt the baby, and to keep it safe…when it is time for the birth, the hedgewitch casts a keep out spell to keep the small people (she did not have a name for pecksie) out of the room.. unfortunately, the spell keeps the baby in the womb… the pecksie over rules her to protect the baby – breaks the spell and aids in the baby’s birth… the next morning, as the hedgewitch sees the good done, she comes to a right understanding, and finding trust and the right words, asks the pecksie to help her develop her powers…