You know you’re in trouble when your grandmother is a tree.
Summers in the Fields of Bliss is a charming story filled with an amazing cast of (paranormal) types, none of which fits the mold. Vampire – check. But not your average blood-thirsty nightwalker. Fairies- check. But not your average cute fluttery beauties. Trolls, witches, and gods galore (the latter is a royal pain in the patootie). The author basically took her hometown, inserted her love for the place in the story, and then proceeded to write an outrageous tale with more twists than the path along the river.
The author of “Some Monsters Never Die” has created another amazing paranormal romp. I loved it.
