A tale of vengeance, true love, and cannibalism

 

Being born undead can have its disadvantages, such as eternal youth and flawless beauty  ---things most unsuitable for a witch. Hiding behind the guise of a grimy old crone, the witch is content living outside Fort Stalwart with her unlikely band of allies: a troll named Gwurm, an enchanted broom, and a demonic duck named Newt. She leads a simple life filled with spells, potions, and the occasional curse.

 

So when a White Knight arrives at Fort Stalwart, the witch knows her days of peace are at an end. The Knight is just days in front of a horde of ravenous goblings, and Fort Stalwart lies right in the horde’s path. But the goblings are just the first wave of danger, and soon the witch and the Knight must combine forces on a perilous quest to stop a mad sorcerer from destroying the world.

 

Filled with menace, monsters, and magic, A Nameless Witch is a properly witchly read by the award-winning author of Gil’s All Fright Diner and In the Company of Ogres.

Praise

“Thanks to a healthy dose of Martinez’s signature humor, [it’s] entertainingly witchy.”—Booklist on A Nameless Witch

“Reformed warrior robot Mack Megaton searches for a missing family—and a moral purpose—in a city of exotic mutants. . . . Mack’s smash-and-grab mission acquires some satisfying philosophical heft.”—Entertainment Weekly on The Automatic Detective

“A smart, rocket-fast read with a clever, twisty plot that comes to a satisfying conclusion.”---Publishers Weekly (starred review) on The Automatic Detective

“Fans of Douglas Adams will happily sink their teeth into this combo platter of raunchy laughs and ectoplasmic ecstasy.”---Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Gil’s All Fright Diner

About the Author(s)

A. Lee Martinez

A. Lee Martinez lives in Terrell, Texas. He is the award-winning author of Gil's All Fright Diner, In the Company of Ogres, A Nameless Witch, and The Automatic Detective.

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Excerpt

Chapter one

I was born dead. Or, to be more accurate, undead. Not that there is much difference between the two. It's just a matter of degrees really.

When I say undead, I do not mean vampire, ghoul, or graveyard .end. There are many versions of unlife. These are only the most common. My state was far less debilitating. Bright lights bothered me to some noticeable degree, and I preferred my meat undercooked.

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