I totally have neglected to freak out about this on my blog.

"Lexa Hillyer at Razorbill acquired the debut novel FE by Brenna Yovanoff at auction during BEA. The book tells the story of Malcolm Doyle, who seems like everyone else in his perfect little town, but he has a secret: he is a Replacement, left in the crib of a human baby 16 years ago. Now the dark side wants him back and he must decide where he really belongs. Pub date is fall 2010. Sarah Davies of the Greenhouse Literary Agency was the agent." - Publisher's Weekly newsletter.

Ignore the weird sounding blurb and focus on the name: BRENNA YOVANOFF. That's my critique partner and fellow fate at merry_fates. Her debut book sold. In an awesome two book deal.

Also, the book itself? I've read it. Several times. I am so excited to see it on the shelves! It's gorgeously written in all shades of gray, with scary monsters living under slag heaps, wicked magic, taxidermized pixies kept in jars, music, hot kisses, and oh, did I mention the blood sacrifice? There's that, too. My favorite.

Yay Brenna! (known around these parts as brennayovanoff. It's hard to remember, I know.)

Remember on Tuesday when I schooled myself about experimenting for the sake of Teh Art?

My subconscious has other ideas.

Last night as I cooked enchiladas for dinner, I was also talking with nataliesee and chatting online with brennayovanoff. Not wise, perhaps, but I rarely make that claim. I recently sharpened all my kitchen knives (with one of the best Christmas presents ever), and as I'm cutting and talking the blade slipped and sliced straight into my forefinger. (The same one as before.)

Eep! I put down the knife (cussed) and watched as blood immediately began dripping. It didn't hurt at all (woo sharp knife!) and I turned on the sink. Just then, the ping of the G-Chat alerted me that I was still supposed to be chatting with Brenna. Still observing the growing splash of blood, I begged Natalie to chat to Brenna why I was ignoring her.

And the following conversation must be recorded for posterity.


Natalie: Hey Brenna - this is Natalie - Tess just cut her finger and is bleeding so she can't chat at the moment.

Brenna: okay. Sorry, I distracted her!

Natalie: She does say that she thinks what you said is awesome and you should write a post about it.

Brenna: hahaha

Natalie: Oh, it's ok. She cut herself while I was tlking to her. :(

Brenna: so it's your fault, not mine

Natalie: Now she's crowing about blood magic. And yeah. All mine, but I think she really likes it.

Brenna: :D

Natalie: She's describing to me how the blood is sliding through the cracks of her skin

Brenna: oh god, that's gross! Tell her that's gross

Natalie: totally. she's giggling. I did. She says she needs to revise her ms now

Brenna: to include the exquisite sensation?

Natalie: Yeah. I think....

(a few moment's later, after running cold water over my finger so I could watch it all well up again, I got back to the laptop and continued.)

Me: I just have to describe that the blood actually uses the little lines of my fingerprint to spread out. it's awesome. really really awesome.

Brenna: like gullies and fissures in the desert!

Me: yes!!! exactly

Brenna: it's a tiny microcosmic flash flood!

Me: heheeh. fortunately, my skin is not being dragged away by the force of the water though. A flash-flood crater would suck.