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Red Pandamonium

by Roan Rosser

Red Pandamonium - Roan Rosser
Part of the Chaos Menagerie series:
  • Red Pandamonium
Editions:ePub - First Edition: $ 4.99
ISBN: 9781956386035
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 236
Paperback - First Edition: $ 12.99
ISBN: 978-1-956386-09-7
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 236

When you have chaos magic, the only thing you can do is expect the unexpected.

Zombies. Shoestorms. Illicit unicorn rides. A talking red panda.

Before today Max never believed in magic, despite bad luck so terrible he used to jokingly call it a curse. Now he’s a reluctant believer. His first day as a mage he draws the attention of the magic police, not to mention the mysterious hooded figures chasing him all over downtown Portland trying to kill him with magic.

With the help of his new speed-demon red panda familiar, his fortune-telling neighbor, a gadget-obsessed witch, a grumpy vampire, and his maybe-brother, Max needs to learn to use his chaos magic, and quickly, or his ‘curse’ is going to be the end of him and the people he loves.

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The red panda raised its arms again and started waddling towards me once more. “Now go away! I’m scary. Rawr!”

I crouched down and booped its nose with one finger, something I’d wanted to do all day at the zoo.

“Knock it off,” the red panda growled.

“You’re such a cute red panda,” I cooed and rubbed it between the ears. The fur was so soft and deep, like petting a pillow. I’d wanted to pet the ones at the zoo so badly. And now I could! I guess my luck wasn’t all bad.

I considered how many tourists would pay to have their picture taken with a talking red panda. Then I discarded the idea. The camera would never last long enough around me for me to actually extract the pictures.

The red panda batted my hands away with its front paws. “What’s a red panda?”


“Hold on, I’ll show you.” I grabbed my sketchbook from my bed and then crouched down to hold the picture I’d been working on up at red panda height. That sketch it had come from was gone, but the others on the page were still there.

The red panda reached a paw out and touched the page. “I look nothing like that,” it huffed.

“No, you look exactly like that.” It did too, exactly like my drawing, right down to the placing of its markings that I’d copied from my favorite of the red pandas at the Portland Zoo named Moshu.

“No wonder you aren’t afraid of me now.” The red panda fell back to sit on its butt and crossed its little paws across its chest.

Reviews:Mehsi on Goodreads wrote:

This was a great read, very chaotic but oh so good. Zombies, pandas, tons of magic going out of hand, family reunions not going as planned, vampires, a fantastic trans MC, and more!

About the Author

I escaped from the bowels of Utah (namely Provo) and now live in the sunny Pacific Northwest United States.

My urban fantasy novels mainly feature the trans and queer protagonists grappling with things like identity and found families that I wished I could have read about growing up.

When not writing, you can probably find me beating up pixel baddies or in front of one of my sewing machines adding to my overstuffed closet or my army of homemade plush dolls.

If you find yourself blinded by the vivid colors and loud patterns of my homemade shirts, know that I’m only trying to warn you that I may be poisonous. Or venomous? Or both? Probably both.