saving derrieres on days off

Once again I've saved the corporate derriere.
Once again, I've done so on a day off.
I'll now go run some errands then resume enjoying the hours.

"Rosemary and Rue"

Spike rattled. I looked back at it, shaking my head. “Stay?” It rattled again. “Stay. Guard.” That seemed to get through: it settled into a watching posture, eyes on the window. Great. A week of death, iron, and demons, and now my house was being guarded by a mobile rosebush.

October Daye, PI, slept with the fish for fourteen years, and when she came back, at the beginning of Seanan McGuire’s “Rosemary and Rue”, things had changed. In many ways. Her husband and her daughter rejected her for her apparently abandoning them. She could have told them the truth, but who’d believe a woman who says she’s half of Faerie, or that Faerie is still around, hiding in plain sight in the San Francisco Bay Area? Ever since, October has wanted nothing to do with the world, until Evening, one of her few friends among the Pureblood Fae, curses her to find who murdered Evening.

My name is October Christine Daye. I live in a city by the sea, where the fog paints the early morning, parking is more precious than gold, and Kelpies wait for the unwary on street corners. Neither of the worlds I live in is quite mine, but no one can take them away from me.

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