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Ginn Hale lives with her lovely wife in the far northern reaches of the Pacific Northwest. She spends the many cloudy days observing fungi and she whiles away the rainy evenings tinkering with words.

Her first novel, Wicked Gentlemen, won the Spectrum Award for best novel. She is a Rainbow Award winner as well as a Lambda Literary Award finalist. Her most recent publications include the Lord of the White Hell and Champion of the Scarlet Wolf as well as the Rifter trilogy: The Shattered Gates, The Holy Road and His Sacred Bones.She is also the voice of 12 year-old Lauren in the podcast, Lauren Proves Magic Is Real.

The Hollow History of Professor Profectus by Ginn Hale

1858 "Warring mages open up a vast inland sea that splits the United States in two. With the floodwaters come creatures from a long distant past. What seems like the End Times forges a new era of heroes and heroines who challenge tradition, law, and even death as they transform the old west into a new world.

A brilliant magician and her beautiful assistant light up stages with the latest automaton, but the secrets both of them are hiding test their trust in each other and pit them against one of the most powerful men in the world.

CURATOR'S NOTE

Ginn and I met at Gaylaxicon in 2007. I remember that I found her completely charming and we hung out a lot, talking about writing queer fantasy and the then new small press that she was starting up with her wife, Blind Eye Books. I bought her award-winning book, The Wicked Gentlemen, on the spot. I loved it and have loved everything else's of Ginn's that I've ever read, including these two novellas. – Catherine Lundoff

 

REVIEWS

  • "The Hollow History of Professor Perfectustakes place later on in 1893, and in Chicago, where two women make their lives travelling from fair to fair with their magic number. The catch is: Abril is arealmage, living in hiding. Hiding from what or whom is an intrinsic part of this story, better left unspoiled. Suffice it to say, this features automatons, mages, awful misogyny, great women heroes—and against it all, the budding love story between Abril and her stage assistant Geula, as the two women learn to open up and trust one another."

    – Kirkus Reviews
  • "The magic in this book is artfully woven into the story in a way that makes it believable and Abril's powers give her a strong air throughout. Geula is also a determined character who uses this mission to save a captive woman to benefit the two of them. While they may not know everything about each other at the part of this story their connection grows deeper and they show a tremendous amount of love toward each other."

    – Nerdy Girl Express
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

In 1858, during the Arrow War, mages had torn open a vast and unnatural chasm, flooding out most the southern states and dividing the east and west of America with a the Inland Sea. And up in the Rocky Mountains, behind the roaring saltwater, had come ancient creatures. Theurgists and naturalists called them dinosaurs, but most folks knew them as monsters. Twelve years after that, just as the waters had calmed and cattlemen had learned to rope and drive herds of burly leptoceratops, another battle between mages had unleashed the Great Conflagration. Eastern towns all across the salt marshes and as far north as Chicago had caught light. In Peshtigo, more than a thousand people had burned to death.

Twenty-two years on, people still hadn't forgotten the terror of those merciless flames. Hell, I'd been three then, but even I still woke shaking from dreams of my parents screaming as a blazing cyclone of brilliant embers engulfed them.

So I understood what all these good, natural folks feared. I even understood why they wanted free mages like me rounded up and placed under the godly thumbs of theurgists. They felt terrified and powerless. They wanted magic if it came with assurances, federal offices, and communion wafers. They wanted mages in the world—transmitting messages across the oceans and powering turbines—so long as they had us on leashes and electric collars

But I knew the man who'd created those damn collars, and he gave me worse nightmares than my parents' deaths did.

I'd also come to understand how corrupt theurgists could be. The papers were full of news of how the US Office of Theurgy and Magicum had ordered the 7th Cavalry to suppress Lakota free mages and their Spirit Dances. That hadn't been upholding the law; it had been a massacre. I'd rather have lived all my life as a wanted outlaw than to have lent my small power to the men responsible.

Geula and I agreed on that much. She didn't share my suspicion of all theurigists as much as she dreaded the attention of the men who hunted bounties. Audience expectation wasn't the only reason she'd abandoned her real name when she'd fled Boston ten years ago.

We weren't either of us angels—though Geula could look the part with a pair of dainty white wings strapped to her dress and a brassy halo pinned to her curls—but we didn't hurt anybody. Not with our stage performances, and not when we kissed and delighted each other in the privacy of our little room back stage.