The Brightest Fell by Seanan McGuire & Excerpt

The Brightest Fell (October Daye #11)

  • By Seanan McGuire
  • Editions: audiobook, ebook, hardcover, paperback
  • Expected publication: September 5th 2017 by DAW
  • Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy / Romance
  • Source: NetGalley
  • In a Flutter: A journey through a fantastic world
  • bomy award of excellence

    For once, everything in October “Toby” Daye’s life seems to be going right. There have been no murders or declarations of war for her to deal with, and apart from the looming specter of her Fetch planning her bachelorette party, she’s had no real problems for days. Maybe things are getting better.
    Maybe not.
    Because suddenly Toby’s mother, Amandine the Liar, appears on her doorstep and demands that Toby find her missing sister, August. But August has been missing for over a hundred years and there are no leads to follow. And Toby really doesn’t owe her mother any favors.
    Then Amandine starts taking hostages, and refusal ceases to be an option.

    ~ Goodreads

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    Fluttering Thoughts:

    Worldbuilding: Loved returning to the San Francisco world, though a lot of the action of The Brightest Fell takes place in the awesome Faerie world, with fantastic elements galore.
    Characters: Toby was the same snarky, funny, super resourceful, and kickass chick I know from the previous novel in the series. But now we get to find out more about her childhood, her insecure, vulnerable side as she’s stripped of what she loves most and has to fight to win it all back.
    Her constantly expanding gang is really great, though we get to meet some decidedly not-great characters too, like Amandine and August, for instance. Everything about fae is relative. Take Simon, for instance. HE went from villain to self-sacrificing hero, and probably back again to villain in the future. I love how layered the characters of this series are.
    Plot: The quest scenario is a pretty common one in fantasy, and this baby is a quest with a twist. It had a nice pace and it made for an awesome exploration of the Faerie world.
    Writing: First person, past tense narrative, Toby’s POV. Love the style and her voice is delicious.
    Curb Appeal: Cool cover, hooking blurb – impulsive buy material for sure.

    Any time spent in this series is well-spent, and The Brightest Fell is no different. I give it the Bomy Award of Excellence and it’s making it on my top 10 fav reads of this year.
    I recommend it to fans of fae/faerie/fairies stories and fantastic worlds, and of kickass, snarky characters.


    October 9th, 2013
    Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell .—William Shakespeare, Macbeth.

    THE FETCH IS ONE of the most feared and least understood figures in Faerie. Their appearance heralds the approach of inescapable death: once the Fetch shows up, there’s nothing that can be done. The mechanism that summons them has never been found, and they’ve always been rare, with only five conclusively identified in the last century. They appear for the supposedly significant—kings and queens, heroes and villains—and they wear the faces of the people they have come to escort into whatever awaits the fae beyond the borders of death. They are temporary, transitory, and terrifying.
    My Fetch, who voluntarily goes by “May Daye,” because nothing says “I am a serious and terrible death omen” like having a pun for a name, showed up more than three years ago. She was supposed to foretell my impending doom. Instead, all she managed to foretell was me getting a new roommate. Life can be funny that way.
    At the moment, doom might have been a nice change. May was standing on the stage of The Mint, San Francisco’s finest karaoke bar, enthusiastically bellowing her way through an off- key rendition of Melissa Etheridge’s “Come to My Window.” Her live-in girlfriend, Jazz, was sitting at one of the tables closest to the stage, chin propped in her hands, gazing at May with love and adoration all out of proportion to the quality of my Fetch’s singing.
    May has the face I wore when she appeared. We don’t look much alike anymore, but when she first showed up at my apartment door to tell me I was going to die, we were identical. She has my memories up to the point of her creation: years upon years of parental issues, crushing insecurity, abandonment, and criminal activities. And right now, none of that mattered half as much as the fact that she also had my absolute inability to carry a tune.
    “Why are we having my bachelorette party at a karaoke bar again?” I asked, speaking around the mouth of the beer bottle I was trying to keep constantly against my lips. If I was drinking, I wasn’t singing. If I wasn’t singing, all these people might still be my friends in the morning.
    Of course, with as much as most of them had already had to drink, they probably wouldn’t notice if I did sing. Or if I decided to sneak out of the bar, go home, change into my sweatpants, and watch old movies on the couch until I passed out. Which would have been my preference for how my bachelorette party was going to go, if I absolutely had to have one. I didn’t think they were required. May had disagreed with me. Vehemently. And okay, that had sort of been expected.
    What I hadn’t expected was for most of my traitorous, backstabbing friends to take her side. Stacy—one of my closest friends since childhood—had actually laughed in my face when I demanded to know why she was doing this to me.
    “Being your friend is like trying to get up close and personal with a natural disaster,” she’d said. “Sure, we have some good times, but we spend half of them covered in blood. We just want to spend an evening making you as uncomfortable as you keep making the rest of us.”
    Not to be outdone, her eldest daughter, Cassandra, had blithely added, “Besides, we don’t think even you can turn a karaoke party into a bloodbath.”
    All of my friends are evil.
    As my Fetch and hence the closest thing I had to a sister, May had declared herself to be in charge of the whole affair. That was how we’d wound up reserving most of the tables at The Mint for an all-night celebration of the fact that I was getting married. Even though we didn’t have a date, a plan, or a seating chart, we were having a bachelorette party. Lucky, lucky me.
    My name is October Daye. I am a changeling; I am a knight; I am a hero of the realm; and if I never have to hear Stacy sing Journey songs again, it will be too soon.


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