A Starfig Investigations Novel: Book 2
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When a simple ‘find & fetch’ case throws private investigator Twig Starfig and newly-minted wizard, Quinn Broomsparkle, into the middle of an EBI murder investigation, it’s just another day in the Elder Realm.
If murder were Twig’s only problem, he’d be the luckiest half-dragon in the land. Murder he can handle. Fulfilling his promise to his scheming, power-hungry father to run for a seat on Lighthelm’s city council? Meh, he’d rather face a demon with a toothache.
On top of their case going sideways, and Twig running for a council seat he really doesn’t want, Twig and Quinn are forced to face some unpleasant realities about their budding romance, while still learning how to handle the wizard-familiar bond they now share. Throw in a red fury with abysmal taste in boyfriends, a ghost pirate-parrot who drinks too much, a murderer who will stop at nothing to get what they want, a host of new friends and enemies, and you’ve got a situation where no one is safe and everyone is Fairy Game.
*This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
- 4 To Be Read lists
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay, Pansexual
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 3 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Alpha Character, Badass Hero, Biological Urge to Mate, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Hero and the Great Quest, Lone Wolf
Word Count: 99000
Setting: Elder and Draakonian Realm
Languages Available: English
“It’s a traaap.” Quinn snagged my arm in a steely grip and pulled me back as a pillar of rock crashed down where I stepped.
We dragons—or half-dragons, half-fairies at any rate—do not roll our eyes. Too undignified. Even when the occasion called for it.
“Stop rolling your eyes at me, Twig, I’m serious,” Quinn hissed, tightening his grip. “You could have been a pancake.”
Okay, sometimes the eye rolls slipped out. I shook Quinn’s grip off.
“I saw it coming a mile away.” Sort of. Maybe a bit of bravado on my part.
“And yet you still planned to step in it.” Quinn shook his head causing his golden-blond hair to fall over his forehead, giving him a tousled, just-out-of-bed look that made me wild. “I’d like to keep my familiar around a little longer if you don’t mind. It would be such a bother to find another dragon.”READ MORE
I could see the edges of his lips turn up, even as he tried to give me a stern expression. My Quinn was a softie.
“Stay here,” I said, stepping over the rubble from the tight passageway into the central room.
“It will be fine,” I threw over my shoulder. Right. What could go wrong in a three-thousand-year-old pyramid? Other than the handful of mummies, some nasty vampire slugs, several dozen zombified orcs, twelve . . . er, no, thirteen hidden traps, and the hellafuck of harpies we faced down, I mean.
A typical case in the Elder Realm then.
Since I didn’t relish walking into the fourteenth hidden trap, I paused to look around the room. Waited for Quinn to hand me his torch. I didn’t need it, but I knew my wizard wouldn’t wait in the corridor for long. I wanted to make sure that neither of us stepped into any more traps. In my dragon form, plates of thick midnight blue and black scales prevented almost anything from piercing my hide. In my current humanlike form, I needed to be a little more careful.
I’d heard of the Pyramid of Duume. Really hadn’t believed the stories. Until my client, an imp named Jippaa Icegem, tasked Starfig Investigations with finding the War Hammer of Scrodbun the Derelict.
Don’t even get me started with the stupid names. We’d be here all day.
My eyes watered from the thick layer of dust and my skin itched from the lack of moisture in the stale air. The sooner we finished, the sooner we could get back to fresh air and sunlight. With that goal in mind, I scanned the cavernous room—must be the top of the pyramid—and naturally a large dais held an enormous golden chest. Seriously, people lacked creativity. I stepped with care, crouched down to get a better look at the stone floor, then checked for tripwires and other nasty surprises. I circled the dais, coming back around to where I started.
Except, I could sense the chest wasn’t real gold. Not that most creatures would know that simply by looking. But I did. Perks of dragon heritage and one of the reasons Starfig Investigations was so successful. We always found the precious artifact.
Weird to put a precious item in something this ordinary though. I walked the room again, even feeling the walls. No other place in the room where the hammer could be stored. This had to be it. We’d already battled our way up nine flights of stairs after searching each floor. I was soooo done.
“It seems okay,” I called to Quinn. “Just in case, why don’t you wait there?” My wizard wasn’t the best at taking suggestions, much less orders. I wasn’t surprised when he shuffled up beside me, his face tipped toward the peaked ceiling.
“The ceiling’s going to fall on us.”
Okay, this time I admit I rolled my eyes. I straightened to my full seven feet plus and looked down my nose at him. Quinn didn’t even flinch.
“The ceiling’s not going to fall on us.” I scoffed. “The pyramid’s foundation would have to crumble around us, and since I pried the blocks loose so we could enter, I can attest to their sturdiness.”
Did I sound cranky? Yeah, well, I was tired and hungry, and I wanted to retrieve the damn war hammer and go home. It had been three days since Quinn and I enjoyed any down time together, and my dragon was getting edgy. And horny.
“I’m just telling you that all pyramids collapse on the adventurers who dare to take its treasures. Look at the Cirque Delight, the Pizzanity Pyramid, and, of course, the Spire of Silver Fen. All collapsed.” Quinn crossed his arms over his chest, nodded like he made his point.
“Cliché,” I said. “Not gonna happen here.”COLLAPSE
Review: Be Fairy Game is an aptly named and excellent second journey into the whirlwind of trouble, shenanigans and complications that seem to follow Twig Starfig and Quinn Broomsparkle. The story takes place three months after the events of By Fairy Means or Foul, as Twig and Quinn are hired to search for a fabled artifact of enormous power. Of course, retrieving the artifact turns into one dangerous complication after another, and soon Twig and Quinn are in the midst of a murder investigation, threats on their lives, and, even more troublesome, having to deal with the political machinations of Twig’s father.
One of the elements I enjoyed most about the story was Twig and Quinn’s continuing struggle with the power dynamics of their relationship and their pasts. As a former indentured servant, Quinn is still coming to terms with the emotional fallout from his years in slavery, while also trying to balance his joy of not only finally being in control of himself but being in control of so much power—power from his magic and power from his control over a dragon. While he loves Twig, and is very cognizant of not abusing his influence, he does exercise control over Twig’s actions via his dragon on more than one occasion, while also balking at mating with Twig because he worries that he will have to cede authority to Twig. Quinn doesn’t glory in his command over Twig, per se, but he does like the security and control that his position of power provides after the degradation and humiliation of slavery, and does not want to relinquish it.
Twig’s struggle with their dynamic is just as complicated because although they are working together, the actual meaning and practice of teamwork are still lost on Twig, and trusting Quinn as a capable partner, able to take care of himself and protect Twig, is just as hard to reconcile with as the fact that Quinn has control over his dragon. Given that Twig was a loner whose main goal in life before Quinn was never to be beholden to or under anyone’s rule, it is definitely a bit of a mind-f*ck to literally be under Quinn’s control. As much as he loves Quinn and no matter how content his dragon is with Quinn’s dominance over them, Twig has a hard time not being resentful of Quinn’s ability to command him, especially when Quinn exercises that power without his consent, even if it is for his own good. Moreover, while Twig’s dragon is completely content to let Quinn have his way, he is contrarily growing increasingly protective towards Quinn and their friend, the red fury demon, Bill. Especially now that Bill is dating a dark-elf that Twig and his dragon want to rip to pieces. So, although Quinn can protect himself and has dominion over the dragon, Twig’s dragon is increasingly pushing Twig to protect Quinn at all costs, making Quinn feel less like an equal in their partnership and more like an incapable damsel.
Besides Quinn and Twig dealing with their complicated relationship and their tumultuous family histories, the story also does an excellent job incorporating Bill into the Starfig Investigations family. Their family dynamic is fun and heartwarming, and the manner in which Meghan Maslow showcases this while also expanding their family is both hilarious and adorable. The artifact case, the murder investigation, and Twig’s run for city council are all interwoven seamlessly to not only help develop all the MCs characters’, but add additional depth to the Elder Realm itself and its inhabitants and expand the world even more. Everything about Be Fairy Game elevated the worldbuilding, characters and relationships introduced in the first book, and in the midst of all the magic, sarcasm, running jokes and politics, it manages to give the reader an engaging fantasy quest, a heartwarming tale of found family, coming to terms with the complicated bonds between parents and their children, and, in general, just a wonderful time. I’m already looking forward to the next installment.