Just in case you ever wondered what the editor aka SFG aka Scott Fitzgerald Gray does for you specifically, my lovely readers, I stumbled across this seven year old Facebook post that exemplifies his power for good perfectly:
And how was the book going to end (had SFG not intervened)?
[massive spoiler for Dowser 1 below, just in case you haven’t read it yet!!]
I gazed at the golden god of a man across from me. My mind was reeling and my thoughts unfocused. He looked maybe thirty-five if I attributed the crinkles around his eyes to age, rather than to sun and laughter.
He let me look at him. His sword had returned to wherever he pulled it from. His arms were at his sides, palms open to face me … in surrender or acceptance?
“I have my mother’s eyes,” I said, releasing the breath that had been blocking my ability to speak.
“Yes,” Yazi, the warrior of the dragons, answered. “But every other inch of you is me.”
He was right. I was his spitting image.
Half-witch, half-dragon. Well, that was one mystery solved.
I smiled, hitting him with one of my best efforts ever.
“Hi, Dad,” I said.
– Trinkets, Treasures, and Other Bloody Magic (Dowser 2)
