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A Touch of Gold by Annie Sullivan

A Touch of Gold by Butler MFA alumna Annie Sullivan is now available for preorder.

From A Touch of Gold‘s website:

Gold is wealth. Wealth is power. Power is a curse.

King Midas once had the ability to turn all he touched into gold. But after his gift—or curse—almost killed his daughter, Midas relinquished The Touch forever. Ten years later, Princess Kora still bears the consequences of her father’s wish: her skin shines golden, rumors follow her everywhere she goes, and she harbors secret powers that are getting harder to hide.

Kora spends her days locked in the palace, concealed behind gloves and veils, trying to ignore the stares and gossip of courtiers. It isn’t until a charming young duke arrives that Kora realizes there may be someone out there who doesn’t fear her or her curse. But their courtship is disrupted when a thief steals precious items from the kingdom, leaving the treasury depleted and King Midas vulnerable. Thanks to her unique ability to sense gold, Kora is the only one who can track the thief down. As she sails off on her quest, Kora learns that not everything is what it seems—not thieves, not pirates, and not even curses. She quickly discovers that gold—and the power it brings—is more dangerous than she’d ever believed.

Midas learned his lesson at a price. What will Kora’s journey cost?

From author Annie Sullivan comes A Touch of Gold, the untold story of the daughter King Midas turned to gold, perfect for fans of Cinder and The Wrath and the Dawn.

Susan Neville appears in The Collagist

Susan Neville’s short story “The Wind Farm at Night” appears in the December issue of The Collagist. 

From “The Wind Farm at Night”

And they are lovely, the turbines, better than power lines, particularly when the sky is blue. Sometimes I do stare at them. The blades look like ballerina’s legs, but all calves and no feet, like ballerina’s legs but with the feet chopped off at the ankle, like a German fairy tale. I can picture all the feet with the toes balancing in satin slippers, waiting in a storeroom for the day they’ll be re-attached and all the blades will jump from their towers and start dancing. Judgment day! Would that be a sight to see!

Andrea Boucher wins Beacon Street Prize

Nonfiction candidate Andrea Boucher won the Redivider 2017 Beacon Street Prize in Nonfiction, judged by Ned Stuckey-French. “I Plead the Blood” focuses on the adolescent aftermath of growing up in a faith-healing cult.

Judge’s comments:

“This essay is brave and important. It tells the story of growing up in a fundamentalist church – a cult really – and the narrator’s first, hard-won, tentative steps away from the ‘endless lists of forbidden activities [that] restricted our lives to a pinpoint of experience.’ The narrative is gripping and immediate, but rendered with a smart, self-deprecating retrospection: ‘I’d learned that the only way to get through it was to split into two selves: public self, the devout one who played the tambourine for all the songs, and private self, the sweaty hysteric who knew she was faking it.’

And there is humor too. When asked, nay forced, to speak in tongues she falls back on some nursery rhyme, Saturday morning cartoon gibberish she knows is fake: ‘Bananarama-schlonken-lonken. Bananarama-bo-blonken-lonken.’ At one point she tells us, ‘My sisters and I preferred crocheted doilies as our head covering, but in a pinch, we’d use a baby’s burp cloth or a tissue.’ Burp cloth! Elsewhere, forced to wash the feet of fellow parishioners, all she can think of is how their ‘[t]hick, yellowed toenails curled up at the ends and reminded me of Fritos.’

I admire ‘I Plead the Blood’ and its author very much.”