Oct 022019
 

When I completed the writing of RED QUEEN in 2015 I thought I was finished with Alice and Hatcher’s story. Alice and Hatcher would go on into the wilds of your imagination. Their story would continue but it would remain unwritten.

Then, last year, I heard a strange voice in my head, someone crying out – “Don’t do that, sister of Alice!”

Sister of Alice, I thought. Who on earth is this sister of Alice?

Most of my stories begin with a question that I want to answer, so I wrote a story so I could find out about this sister of Alice.  And that got me wondering about what Alice and Hatcher were doing, so I wrote two stories about their continuing adventures. Writing about Hatcher prompted me to wonder about young Hatcher and his life before Alice, so I wrote a story about that, too.

This collection was a labor of love, a last visit with two characters that have meant so much to me. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve loved writing it.

You can find more information on each story below, as well as the GORGEOUS U.S. and U.K. covers and preorder links.

In four new novellas, Christina Henry returns to the world of Alice and Red Queen, where magic runs as freely as secrets and blood.

Lovely Creature
In the New City lives a girl with a secret: Elizabeth can do magic. But someone knows her secret–someone who has a secret of his own. That secret is a butterfly that lives in a jar, a butterfly that was supposed to be gone forever, a butterfly that used to be called the Jabberwock…

Girl in Amber
Alice and Hatcher are just looking for a place to rest. Alice has been dreaming of a cottage by a lake and a field of wildflowers, but while walking blind in a snowstorm she stumbles into a house that only seems empty and abandoned…

When I First Came to Town
Hatcher wasn’t always Hatcher. Once, he was a boy called Nicholas, and Nicholas fancied himself the best fighter in the Old City. No matter who fought him he always won. Then his boss tells him he’s going to battle the fearsome Grinder, a man who never leaves his opponents alive…

The Mercy Seat
There is a place hidden in the mountains, where all the people hate and fear magic and Magicians. It is the Village of the Pure, and though Alice and Hatcher would do anything to avoid it, it lies directly in their path…

U.S. edition published by Berkley Publishing, an imprint of Penguin Random House

To add LOOKING GLASS to your Goodreads list click here

Preorder the U.S. edition from your favorite bookseller:

57th Street Books

Amazon

Anderson’s Bookshops

Barnes & Noble

The Book Cellar

Bookmarks

Books-A-Million

Bucket o’Blood Books and Records

Indiebound

Kobo

Mysterious Galaxy

RoscoeBooks

Unabridged Books

Volumes Bookcafe

Women and Children First

The U.K. edition is published by Titan Books

Preoder the U.K. edition from your favorite bookseller:

Amazon U.K.

The Beckenham Bookshop

Big Green Bookshop

The Book Shop

Five Leaves Bookshop

Forum Books

Foyles

Mr. B’s Emporium

Hive

Literally Productions

The Mainstreet Trading Company

Max Minerva’s

The Portobello Bookshop

Topping & Company Booksellers

Transreal Fiction

Waterstones

WriteBlend

Aug 122019
 

I’ve had some questions from readers regarding my upcoming work, so here’s a quick update:
1) First up is LOOKING GLASS. It will be released in April of 2020.
What it is not: A full-length novel about Alice and Hatcher.
What it is: Four novellas (about 40-50 pages each) set in the Chronicles of Alice universe. Two stories are about Alice and Hatcher post-RED QUEEN, one story is about young Hatcher in the Old City, and one story is about a young girl in the New City with a connection to Alice.
Preorders are available from most bookstores now for LOOKING GLASS; I’ll be posting links on this page soon. I also hope to have some cover art for you to see pretty soon as well.
2) I have another book coming out in October of next year called THE GHOST TREE.
What it is not: A retelling of any kind.
What it is: A stand-alone horror novel about a midwestern town under a curse. I am really excited about this book and I hope that all of you love it as much as I do.
3) Finally, several people have asked if there will be a sequel to THE GIRL IN RED. There is no sequel planned at this time. Thank you so much to everyone who loved Red.

Jun 182019
 

THE GIRL IN RED is out today, and I’m so excited for all of you to read it! It was selected as one of the Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Books of June by Barnes and Noble as well as one of Amazon’s Best Book of the Month: Science Fiction and Fantasy. Kirkus included it in their June roundup of SFF and said, “With The Girl in Red, Christina Henry once again proves that retellings don’t necessarily lack originality.” Publishers Weekly gave it a great review and said “Satisfyingly upends the familiar tale of a clever girl, a dangerous wolf, and a brave savior, and folklore fans will enjoy this bloody near-future variation on a familiar theme.” Booklist says, “The versatile Henry has reimagined another classic fairy tale, this time with a fascinating narrative about surviving the apocalypse.” It was also included on The Verge’s 11 New Science Fiction and Fantasy Books to Check out in Late June list.

If you’re in Chicago, I’m having a book launch party at Bucket O’Blood Books and Records on Sunday, June 23rd at 4pm. There will be books and conversation and fun! I hope you can join me there.

U.S. edition published by Berkley Publishing, an imprint of Penguin Random House

To add THE GIRL IN RED to your Goodreads list click here

Grab the U.S. edition of THE GIRL IN RED from your favorite bookseller:

Amazon

Anderson’s Bookshops

Audible

Barnes & Noble

The Book Cellar

Bookmarks

Books-A-Million

Indiebound

Kobo

Mysterious Galaxy

Powells

Unabridged Bookstore

Volumes

Women and Children First

The U.K. edition of THE GIRL IN RED is published by Titan Books

Pick it up from your favorite bookseller:

Amazon U.K.

Waterstones

Foyles

Forbidden Planet

Mar 192019
 
Headed to C2E2 this weekend? So am I! I have panels and signings on Friday and Sunday, and my publisher will be giving away early copies of THE GIRL IN RED as a gift-with-purchase for anyone who buys one of my books at the signing. I hope to see some of you there!
 
Friday, March 22
1:45 PM – 2:45 PM: Panel in Room S405a
Once Upon a Time (But Also Different)
 
Think you know what’s really over the rainbow? Or the true story behind Alice’s adventures in wonderland? Come hear from authors and comic creators that are flipping your favorite fairy tales and iconic stories on their heads with delicious twists, turns and remixes that’ll keep fans turning the page!
 
 
3:00 PM – 4:00 PM: Autographing at Tables 41 & 42
 
SCHEDULE
Sunday, March 24
2:30 PM – 3:30 PM: Panel in Room S405a
 
Twists, Turns & Screams
Do you have a secret? Do you need answers! Put your detective’s hat, follow the clues and the things that go bump in the night to this can’t miss panel featuring a bevy of mystery, thriller and horror writers! What makes a compelling mystery? What will keep your readers on the edge of their seat till the very last page?
 
 
3:45 PM – 4:45 PM: Autographing at Tables 41 & 42
 

Feb 112019
 

I can’t believe it’s 2019 already! I’m so excited to share a preview of my upcoming SF/horror novel THE GIRL IN RED (release date: June 18, 2019) with you. Read on for a sneak peek of the first chapter, the U.S. and U.K. covers and all the links you need to add it to your Goodreads list or preorder from your favorite bookstore.

CHAPTER ONE

The Taste of Fears

Somewhere in an American forest

The fellow across the fire gave Red the once-over, from the wild corkscrews of her hair peeking out from under her red hood to the small hand axe that rested on the ground beside her. His eyes darted from the dried blood on the blade—just a shadow in the firelight—to the backpack of supplies next to it and back to her face, which she made as bland as rice pudding.

Red knew very well what he was thinking, what he thought he would be able to do to her. Men like him were everywhere, before and after the world fell apart, and it didn’t take any great perception to see what was in their eyes. No doubt he’d raped and murdered and thieved plenty since the Crisis (she always thought of it that way, with a capital letter) began. He’d hurt those he thought were weak or that he took by surprise, and he’d survived because of it.

Lots of people thought that because she was a woman with a prosthetic leg it would be easy to take advantage of her—that she would be slow, or incapable. Lots of people found out they were wrong. Someone had found out just a short while before—hence the still-bloody axe that kept drawing the attention of the stranger who’d come to her fire without invitation.

She should have cleaned the blade, though not because she was worried about scaring him. She should have done it because it was her only defense besides her brain, and she ought to take better care of it.

He’d swaggered out of the trees and into the clearing, all “hey-little-lady-don’t-you-want-some-company.” He had remarked on the cold night and how nice her fire looked. His hair was bristle-brush stiff and close to the scalp, like he’d shaved it to the skin once, but it was growing out now. Had he shaved it because he’d been a soldier? If he had been, he was likely a deserter now. He was skinny in a ropy muscled way, and put her in mind of a coyote. A hungry coyote.

He didn’t look sick; that was the main thing. Of course nobody looked sick when they first caught it, but pretty soon after they would be coughing and their eyes would be red from all the burst blood vessels and a few days after the Cough started, well . . . it was deceptively mild at first, that cough, just a dry throat that didn’t seem to go away and then it suddenly was much more, a mild skirmish that turned into a world war without your noticing.

It didn’t escape Red’s notice that underneath his raggedy field coat there was a bulge at his hip. She wondered, in a vaguely interested sort of way, if he actually knew how to use the gun or if he just enjoyed pretending he was a man while flashing it around.

She waited. She wasn’t under any obligation to be polite to someone who thought she was his next victim. He hadn’t introduced himself, although he had put his hands near the fire she’d so painstakingly built.

“Are you . . . ?” he began, his eyes darting over her again. His gaze paused for a moment when he saw the gleam of metal at her left ankle, visible just beneath the roll of her pants.

“Am I what?” she asked. Her tone did not encourage further conversation.

He hesitated, seemingly thinking better of it, then gestured at his face. “Your eyes are light, but your skin is brown. You look like you’re half-and-half.”

She gave him her blandest glance yet, her face no more expressive than a slice of Wonder Bread.

“Half-and-half?” she said, pretending not to understand.

Red had that indeterminate mixed-race look that made white people nervous, because they didn’t know what box to put her in. She might be half African or Middle Eastern. She might be a Latina or maybe she was just a really dark Italian. Her eyes were an inheritance from her father, a kind of greenish blue, and that always caused further confusion.

Their eyes always flicked up to her hair, looking for clues, but she had big fat curls that could have come from anybody. She was used to speculative glances and stupid questions, having dealt with a lifetime of them, but it always surprised her (it shouldn’t have, but it did) how many people still cared about that dumb shit when the world was coming to an end.

“I was just wondering what—” he said.

“Where I come from it’s not polite to start asking people about their folk before you’re even introduced.”

“Right,” he said. The intruder had lost some of the swagger he’d had coming into the clearing in the first place.

“What are you doing out here on your own? I thought everyone was supposed to go to the nearest quarantine camp,” he finally said, choosing not to introduce himself despite her admonishment.

They were not going to be friends, then. Red did not feel sad about this.

“What are you doing out here on your own?” she answered.

“Right,” he said, shuffling his feet. His eyes darted in all directions, a sure sign that a lie was on offer. “I lost my friends in the dark. There were soldiers and we got separated.”

“Soldiers?” she asked, sharper than she intended. “A foot patrol?”

“Yes.”

“How many soldiers?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. A bunch. It was dark, and we didn’t want to go to the camp. Same as you.”

Don’t try to act like we have something in common. “Did you come from the highway? Do you know which way they were headed? Did they follow you?”

“No, I got away clean. Didn’t hear any of them behind me.”

This sounded like something he’d made up to explain the fact that he was alone in the woods with no supplies and no companions and sniffing around her fire looking for something he didn’t have.

Red sincerely hoped he was as full of shit as he seemed, because she was not interested in encountering any soldiers. The government wanted everyone rounded up and quarantined (“to safely prevent the further spread of the disease”—Red had snorted when she heard that announcement because the fastest way to spread disease is to put a whole bunch of people in tight quarters and those government doctors ought to know better) and she didn’t have time for their quarantine. She had to get to her grandmother, and she still had a very long way to go.

Red had passed near a highway earlier in the day. The experience filled her with anxiety since soldiers (and people generally) were more likely to be near highways and roadways and towns. She hadn’t encountered a patrol there, but she’d had a small . . . conflict . . . with a group of three ordinary people about two or three miles into the woods past the road. Since then she’d tried to make tracks as fast as possible away from anywhere that might be populated. Red wasn’t interested in joining up with a group.

She hadn’t asked the coyote to sit down and join her, and it was clear he didn’t know what to do with himself. Red could see the shape of what he figured would happen on his face.

He’d thought she would be polite, that she would offer to share her space with him. He’d thought she would trust him, because she was alone and he was alone and of course people were pack animals and would naturally want to herd together. Then when her guard was down or maybe when she’d fallen asleep, he’d take what he wanted from her and leave. She was not following his script, and he didn’t know how to improvise.

Well, Red’s mother hadn’t raised a fool, and she wasn’t about to invite a coyote to sit down to dinner with her. She stirred the stew over the fire and determined that it was finished heating.

“That smells good,” he said hopefully.

“Sure does,” Red replied. She pulled the pot off the fire and poured some of the stew into her camp bowl.

“I haven’t eaten a darn thing since yesterday,” he said.

Red moved the bowl into her lap and spooned a tiny bit of stew, just a mouse bite, into her mouth. It was too soon to eat it and hot, far too hot, and it scorched her tongue. She wasn’t going to be able to taste anything for a couple of hours after that, but she didn’t show it. She only looked at him, and waited for whatever it was that he was going to do.

He narrowed his eyes then, and she glimpsed the predator he’d tried to disguise under a charm mask.

“Where I come from it’s polite to share if you’ve got food and someone else doesn’t,” he said.

“You don’t say.”

She spooned up some more stew, never taking her eyes from him. She was going to lose what was in the pot in a minute when he charged at her, and she was sorry for it, for she was hungry and it wasn’t easy to carry those cans of stew around.

He pulled out the gun then, the one he’d been pretending not to finger the whole time.

“Give me what’s in your bag, bitch,” he snarled, his lips pulling back from his teeth.

Red calmly put the bowl in her lap to one side. “No.”

“Give it to me or I’ll shoot you,” he said, waving the gun in her general direction.

He thought he was being menacing, and it made her snort. He looked like a cartoon villain in a movie, a mangy excuse for a badass—the kind that threaten the hero when he walks through an alley and get thrashed for their trouble. She wasn’t dumb enough to think that he couldn’t hurt her, though. Even an idiot with a gun was dangerous.

“Are you laughing at me?” His face twisted in fury as he stepped closer.

He was coming around the side where she’d rested the pot, as she’d expected. He was afraid of the axe, though he didn’t want to acknowledge it, so he was giving the bloodied blade a wide berth. That was fine by Red.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Scared?” he cooed. He mistook her silence for fear, apparently.

She waited, patient as a fisherman on a summer’s day, until he was within arm’s length. Then she grabbed the pot handle and stood as fast as she could, using her real leg and her free arm for force to push upward and tapping her other leg down only for balance once she was on her feet.

The trouble with the prosthetic was that it didn’t spring—Red didn’t have a fancy blade that could perform feats of athleticism—but she’d figured out how to compensate using her other leg. She needed to prevent the coyote from killing her for her food.

Her sudden movement arrested him, his gaze flying to the axe that he’d expected her to grab. Red could have, she supposed, stayed right where she was on the ground and embedded the blade in his thigh, but that might have resulted in a protracted struggle and she didn’t want a struggle.

The goal was not to have a fancy movie fistfight that looked good from every angle. She wanted him down. She wanted him done. She wanted him unable to grab her.

Red flung the rest of the boiling stew in his face.

The intruder screamed, dropped his gun, and clawed at his skin. It blistered and bubbled, and she noticed she’d managed to hit one of his eyes. She didn’t want to think about how horrible that felt because it looked like something awful. Red forced down the gorge that threatened at the smell of his burning flesh. She grabbed up the axe then and swung it into his stomach.

All the soft organs under his shirt gave away—she felt them squishing beneath the pressure of the blade, and hot blood spurted over her hands and then there was an even worse smell: the smell of what was supposed to be inside your body coming out, and she did cough then, felt the little mouse bite of her dinner coming back up mixed in with bile. It stopped her throat and made her whole body heave.

But Red wasn’t about to let him get up again and come after her and so she pulled the axe straight across his torso before yanking it out. It made a squelching, sucking sound as it emerged. Red wasn’t accustomed to that sound yet. No matter how many times she used the axe it made her skin crawl.

The man (for that was all he was after all, just a man, not a coyote, not a hunter) fell toward her and she backed away as quick as she could, no fancy acrobatics involved. Red was not some movie superhero any more than the man was a movie villain. She was just a woman trying not to get killed in a world that didn’t look anything like the one she’d grown up in, the one that had been perfectly sane and normal and boring until three months ago.

The man fell to the ground, and the blood seeped from the wound in his stomach. He didn’t make any noise or twitch or anything dramatic like that, because he’d likely passed out once his brain was overwhelmed by the pain from his burn and the pain from the axe. He might live—unlikely, Red thought, but he might. He might die, and she was sorry not that she’d done it but that she had to do it.

Red didn’t like to think of herself as a killer, but she wasn’t about to let herself get eaten up just because she was a woman alone in the woods.

U.S. edition published by Berkley Publishing, an imprint of Penguin Random House

To add THE GIRL IN RED to your Goodreads list click here

Preorder the U.S. edition of THE GIRL IN RED from your favorite bookseller:

Amazon

Anderson’s Bookshops

Barnes & Noble

The Book Cellar

Bookmarks

Books-A-Million

Indiebound

Kobo

Mysterious Galaxy

Powells

Unabridged Bookstore

Volumes

Women and Children First

U.K. edition published by Titan Books

Preorder from your favorite bookseller:

Amazon U.K.

Waterstones

Foyles

Forbidden Planet

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jul 242018
 

Hey, U.K. fans, it’s nearly upon us! Want to get your shiny new copies of THE MERMAID autographed? Come see me on my first ever U.K. tour! I’ll be touring with Sarah Maria Griffin, author of SPARE AND FOUND PARTS, for all dates. Two dates will also feature V.E. Schwab (A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC) and the London Piccadilly date will feature Dhonielle Clayton (THE BELLES). I am so excited to meet all of you – hope to see you out on tour next week!

29th July

YALC – London, Olympia

2.00 – 2.45 Into The Ring Panel – Main Stage
3pm – 5pm Meet the fans – Signing Area

 

30th July

Birmingham Waterstones, 6:30pm

24-26 High Street

 

31st July

Manchester Waterstones, 6:30pm

91 Deansgate

 

1st August

Newcastle Waterstones, 6:30pm

Emerson Chambers, Blackett Street

With A Darker Shade of Magic author V.E. Schwab

 

2nd August

Edinburgh Waterstones, 6:30pm

128 Princes Street

With A Darker Shade of Magic author V.E. Schwab

 

3rd August

London Piccadilly Waterstones, 6:30pm

203-206 Piccadilly Street

With The Belles author Dhonielle Clayton

 

4th August

London Forbidden Planet, 1-2pm

(signing only)

Jun 112018
 

It’s finally June and THE MERMAID will be out eight days from now – June 19th, 2018! You can check out a sample chapter and preorder your copy here

I’ll be at Denver Comic-Con from June 15th-June 17th. I’ve got multiple panels and signings, so I hope to see you there! My schedule is as follows:

Friday, June 15______________________________________________________

11:30am—12:20pm: BEST BADDIES ARE MORE THAN THE HERO OF THEIR OWN STORY (ROOM 405)
When developing a villain, how does a creator navigate making them powerful, yet flawed, charming, yet diabolical? Bring your favorite antagonists and the panel will break down the strengths and weaknesses that went into building memorable characters.

Panelists: Scott Beckman, Scott Bergstrom, Peter V. Brett, Betsy Dornbusch (Moderator), Travis Heerman, Christina Henry

1:00pm—2:00pm: PRH BOOTH SIGNING (BOOTH #509)

3:30pm—4:25pm: SOLO SIGNING (AUTHOR SIGNING BOOTH 1)

In Booktopia on the Show Floor – near upper entrance to Hall F.

6:00pm—6:50pm: AVOIDING CARDBOARD VILLAINS: HOW TO WRITE VILLAINS THAT ENGAGE & INTRIGUE READERS (ROOM 406/407)

Great protagonists are only as memorable as the antagonists they must defeat! Instead of making all murderers crazy psychopaths and all adversaries driven by revenge, let’s discuss easy, practical ways to build villains that are as complex and formidable as our heroes.

Panelists: Terry Brooks, Kristi Charish, Delilah Dawson, Christie Golden, Liv Hadden (Moderator), Christina Henry, Aaron Mahnke

 

Saturday, June 16____________________________________________________

11:00am—11:50am: SOLO SIGNING (AUTHOR SIGNING BOOTH 5)

In Booktopia on the Show Floor – near upper entrance to Hall F.

12:00pm—12:50pm: WORLDBUILDING AND STORYTELLING (KEYSTONE CITY ROOM – MILE HIGH BALLROOM DCCP4)

Every story has a beginning and an ending. How do you start to fill out the culture, laws and rules of conduct? Building a world to explore takes time and thought. Interact with the panel as we discuss how they go about creating a world to put their characters in.

Panelists: Robert Jackson Bennett, Peter V. Brett, Kristi Charish, Christina Henry, Naomi Novik. Jeffrey Twohig (Moderator)

2:00pm—2:50pm: ONE DAY, YOU WILL BE OLD ENOUGH TO READ FAIRYTALES AGAIN (ROOM 406/407)

You’re never too old – or young – to read fantasy fiction, as this all-star cast of authors proves. They’ll discuss why the modern fairytale resonates with them and readers, where they find their inspiration. They may even solve the time-worn question of whether vampires, werewolves, dragons, and trolls are really monsters.

Panelists: Jacqueline Carey, C. Robert Cargill, Emily Hash (Moderator), Christina Henry, R. F. Kuang, Melissa Jane Osborne

3:30pm-4:00pm: PRH BOOTH SIGNING (BOOTH #509)

 

Sunday, June 17_____________________________________________________

10:15am-11:00am: PRH BOOTH SIGNING (BOOTH #509)

11:30am—12:20pm: IT’S A MYSTERY TO ME! (ROOM 402/403)

Mystery, horror and suspense writers – both fiction and non – will discuss their latest books, and why readers like to be scared, surprised, or even disgusted when they read.

Panelists: Katherine Arden, Marguerite Bennett, Kristi Charish, Emily Hash (Moderator), Christina Henry, Stephen Graham Jones, Caroline Kepnes

1:00pm—1:55pm: SOLO SIGNING (SIGNING BOOTH 2)

In Booktopia on the Show Floor – near upper entrance to Hall F.

May 162018
 

Hey, U.K. fans! Want to get your shiny new copies of THE MERMAID autographed? Come see me on my first ever U.K. tour! I’ll be touring with Sarah Maria Griffin, author of SPARE AND FOUND PARTS, for all dates. Two dates will also feature V.E. Schwab (A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC) and the London Picadilly date will feature Dhonielle Clayton (THE BELLES). I am so excited to meet all of you – hope to see you out on tour in late July/early August!

29th July

YALC – London, Olympia

 

30th July

Birmingham Waterstones, 6:30pm

24-26 High Street

 

31st July

Manchester Waterstones, 6:30pm

91 Deansgate

 

1st August

Newcastle Waterstones, 6:30pm

Emerson Chambers, Blackett Street

With A Darker Shade of Magic author V.E. Schwab

 

2nd August

Edinburgh Waterstones, 6:30pm

128 Princes Street

With A Darker Shade of Magic author V.E. Schwab

 

3rd August

London Piccadilly Waterstones, 6:30pm

203-206 Piccadilly Street

With The Belles author Dhonielle Clayton

 

4th August

London Forbidden Planet, 1-2pm

(signing only)

Mar 212018
 

I’ve got several appearances coming up in the next few months so I’m collecting them here for easy reference. Some of these appearances don’t have full programming details yet – I will add them in as I receive those. Hope to see many of you this year!

APRIL

April 07, 2018, 1:30 PM – 2:30 PM
Room S405b
 
Engrossing stories, fully-realized fantasy worlds…and the bad ass female characters that inhabit them. Join a panel of authors for a lively discussion of resistance, rebellion and female characters who aren’t afraid to break the mold. Featuring Justina Ireland (Dread Nation, Promise of Shadows), Rebecca Ross (The Queen’s Rising), Christina Henry (The Mermaid, The Black Wings Series) and Sarah Beth Durst (The Queen of Sorrow, Vessel).
 
Signing: 3:00-4:00pm at tables #35 and #36 in the autographing area

MAY

  •  Signing at Barnes and Noble  – Des Moines, IA
    Wednesday May 2nd 6-8pm

Barnes & Noble
Shoppes At Three Fountains
4550 University Ave
West Des Moines, IA 50266

I’m so excited to be the Author Guest of Honor for Demicon 29! Full programming/signing details to come.

JUNE

I’m so pleased to announce that I’ll be appearing at Denver Comic Con for the first time! Full programming/signing details to come.
Wednesday June 20th 2018
7:30pm
Women & Children First
5233 N. Clark St. Chicago, IL 60640
773.769.9299

JULY

  • I can’t say anything official yet but if you’re in the U.K. STAY TUNED

Mar 052018
 
Convention season has begun, and my first event of the year will be at my hometown con C2E2! I’ll be on a panel on Saturday April 7th and there will be a signing afterward.
Details below – hope to see you there!
 
April 07, 2018, 1:30 PM – 2:30 PM
Room S405b
 
Engrossing stories, fully-realized fantasy worlds…and the bad ass female characters that inhabit them. Join a panel of authors for a lively discussion of resistance, rebellion and female characters who aren’t afraid to break the mold. Featuring Justina Ireland (Dread Nation, Promise of Shadows), Rebecca Ross (The Queen’s Rising), Christina Henry (The Mermaid, The Black Wings Series) and Sarah Beth Durst (The Queen of Sorrow, Vessel).
 
Signing: 3:00-4:00pm at tables #35 and #36 in the autographing area