Okay, so I don’t actually have pigs flying in my latest Mer book, Wild Blue Under, out this month from Sourcebooks Casablanca. But I do have seagulls. And peregrines. An albatross with an agenda. Oh, and a couple of sparrow sleuths with delusions of grandeur. Well, one has delusions, the other’s just delusional. What’s the difference? You have to meet Adele and Maybelle to find out.
But wait, isn’t my series supposed to be about Mers? As in Mer men and Mer maids?
Yes, I do write about Mers (we Humans were the ones who added the gender tags), but in Wild Blue Under we’ve got a literal fish-out-of-water story. In In Over Her Head, we had a Human-in-the-water story; now the tide has turned. Rod, prince of the Mer world and heir to the throne (his brother, Reel, was the hero of book 1, and, yes, you are supposed to laugh at their names. Their parents have the same screwy sense of humor I do.) In order for Rod to claim the throne, The Oceanic Council decrees that he must return the lost Mer princess to their world. Should be a piece of kelp, right?