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Ruthless
Step into the cursed and cruel world of RUTHLESS, where the classic tale of Beauty and the Beast takes on a dark and deadly twist.
I’ll keep him alive… long enough to be the one to kill him.
A soulless beast with a crown.
A ruthless curse of revenge and roses.
And a love that defies all logic.
Thalia Haven only wanted three things in life—to serve her Gods, to heal her people, and to honor her Gift. But the Ruthless took it all away. He took her family. He took her people. He took away her very reason to live.
Now, Thalia Haven only wants three things before she dies—to rid herself of a stolen soul, exact her revenge, and be the last thing the Ruthless sees before he dies. Each new dawn brings a new way she’ll make him pay. She will take everything from him, including his dreadful soul.
In the game of vengeance, no one is more ruthless than she who has nothing left to lose.
Author’s Note: This book contains mature situations, adult language, death, and violence. Please check the book’s trigger warning page in the table of contents for more information.
COMING SPRING 2026!
Every Revolution Begins with a Spark
In the war-torn remains of America, lies Cinder City, where every child of eighteen is forced to endure the Harvest of Embers—a cruel reminder that in the eyes of the Authority, freedom and power are privileges reserved for only the purest bloodlines behind the golden gates.
For Ezra, a hidden Ember within the outlying Rings of Cinder City, it is her turn for testing, and the fates have chosen to hide her fae blood no longer. As the flames of the Harvest of Embers blaze brightly, the weight of being named an Ember hangs like a noose, leaving no room for hope or escape.
To save those she loves most, Ezra will see the golden city fall to ash. Freedom for all or a willing death she’ll take, because Harvesting this Ember will burn them all.
Author’s Note: This is a stand-alone dystopian fantasy for lovers of magic, rebellion, and sweet romance. This YA book contains mature situations, adult language, enslaved peoples, death, and violence. Please check the book’s trigger warning page in the table of contents for more information.
COMING November 04, 2025
Excerpt:
“Ezra Larkin.” My name was called.
I peeled Zow’s hand from mine. “Stay here until your name is called. Promise me.”
She nodded.
“Swear to me, Zow,” I pleaded with her. “No matter what happens, you will stay here until it’s your turn.”
“I swear,” she whispered.
I stood, breathing in through my nose and out of my mouth. I scanned the hall. There were so many faces I didn’t recognize but would remember for all time. I found my father in the crowd and kept my eyes locked on his as I walked from one end of the stage to the other. I didn’t acknowledge President Gold, nor did I kneel in front of the Chosen One. I held my finger out in front of me and waited. If they thought I’d kneel willingly, they were more foolish than I had thought.
“It is customary to kneel in front of the Chosen One,” President Gold spoke.
When I looked at my father, he motioned for me to keep my head up and my shoulders straight, to be brave. I shook my head at President Gold. “It is also customary to send children to their deaths. I don’t wish to do that either.”
“Controller Haider, please assist Miss Larkin.” President Gold called out.
Haider stepped to my side, blocking my view of my father. “Kneel. Easy way or the hard way, Miss Larkin.”
I met his eyes with dead resolve. “You will not break me.”
Haider nodded. “But you forget that many parts of you are breakable.”
He kneed me in the back of my legs, forcing me to drop to my knees. He stood behind me and pushed down on my shoulders, keeping me kneeling. Another Controller stepped to his side and lifted my arm, holding it up for the Harvest to begin. The Chosen One grabbed my hand, and I flinched. I didn’t want her to touch me. The thought of her dragging her tongue along my finger was repulsive. The needle jabbed my flesh with enough force that I had to look to see if it was sticking out the other side.
When she leaned forward to taste my blood, the smell of roses filled my nose. It reminded me of home, in Limits. I knew I’d hate that smell for the rest of my life, however long or short that might be. She flicked her tongue across my flesh, and I wanted to be sick. She pulled her head back and closed her eyes.
“Ember.” She opened them and stared as though she were trying to see inside me. Lines formed around her eyes and a look of surprise filled her face as though she wasn’t expecting to find an Ember within me. “You’re…Ember.”
I frowned. That couldn’t be right. No one in our line had ever been named. Not once had I felt a stir of magick. I had no visions, no strengths, no abilities unlike any other soul. I couldn’t run faster than any other or heal at any great rate. I couldn’t do anything more than suffer. I was nothing more than a girl from Limits. I wasn’t anything special.
Haider lifted me off the floor and pulled me from the stage. I glanced back to see my father staring at President Gold. I looked back and forth between them. So much was said without the use of words. Did my dad know I’d be taken? The Harvest song blared as I was dragged from the stage. I wasn’t as brave as Flynn had been. I had to be hauled away. If I could have, I would have set the place on fire.
“Be strong,” my father yelled at me, breaking his eye contact with President Gold.
I nodded. “They will never break me.”
Haider pushed me through the curtains and into the hands of two more Controllers. “She goes directly onto the bus.”
I turned. Panic was setting in. “Wait, I get my hour. I get to say goodbye to my father.”
Haider stopped at the curtain and shook his head. “You chose the hard way, Miss Larkin. And this is what the hard way looks like. You’d be wise to remember this.”
Service. Secrets. Sacrifice.
Not even the Fates and Gods can stop what’s coming.
A fate not of her choosing…
Born onto a path of service, Aisling Hawthorn’s fate has never been of her own creation. A century ago, she gave her life to save her people from the Divide—the prison for the damned and the wicked—but the Fates have called upon her again and again. Created solely to serve the Fates and the Gods, Ash knows no other path but one of loss, and there’s no greater sacrifice than the life of an Everborne. After tragedy befalls her forest and her family are slaughtered by the cursed, Ash knows her sacrifices have only just begun. But when she learns she is to be Fated to the one person who had the power to save her family, she runs.
A gift she cannot return…
After two years in hiding, Ash arrives in the City of Dread, unwilling to turn her back on the Fates. Holding the jagged shards of what’s left of her heart, she comes face to face with her Fated, the one she blames for the death of her kin—Tadgh Darkwood, Commander of the Goyle Army. He is everything she despises. He is arrogant, aggressive, bloodthirsty, and, most of all, a mirror of herself. While Ash struggles to reconcile her new life and the one she was robbed of, she discovers the dangers of the Divide are much greater than she could have ever imagined. With a path shaped by nightmares and horrors, Ash plunges into her destiny, abandoning all hope of living through it. But when secrets come to light about the lives she once lived, she is torn between duty and desire.
A sacrifice she will not survive…
With her people being hunted and killed, Ash and Tadgh have no choice but to give themselves over to their fates or watch their world burn. Fated to close a doorway that’s taken her life twice, Ash now walks a path made of broken promises, burned dreams, and the knowledge that her very blood is what will damn her world.
When the Fates and Gods collide, only her greatest sacrifice will save them all—saying goodbye to the one she loves.
Author’s Note: This is a stand-alone dark fantasy for lovers of magic, morally gray characters, and slow-burn romance. This NA book contains mature situations, adult language, death, war, and a hint of spice. Please check the book’s trigger warning page in the table of contents for more information.
Release Date: 22nd August 2025
Excerpt:
“I’d rather die than have you risk your life for me.”
“A little too late for that now, isn’t it?”
“I don’t want you to die again.”
“Perhaps you should think of the risks you place everyone else in before you make your war decisions next time,” I said and shoved my necklace toward him. “You can either put this on yourself and remain conscious for it, or I’ll knock you out and do it myself. Either way, you’ll have the necklace on. How much time do you want to waste arguing over something you’re going to do in the end, anyway?”
“Weren’t you just complaining about me being unconscious and having to pack me out of here?” He put the necklace around his neck and tried to get back up. “Are you always so bossy?”
“Yes, I am.” I pushed him back down. “Are you always this ungrateful?”
“I’m sorry, I must not be used to being saved by someone meaner than my captors.”
“I’m not mean. I just get an itchy rash on my temper from whiny Goyles.” I slid a blade across my palm and placed it into his hands. “I will hold them off long enough for you to get to your people. They’re warded. My blood will open the wards. Get your people to safety.”
“Run. Leave me here. I’m who they want.”
I grinned. “What an ego you must have to think you are the only thing they want. They will not kill you, little prince. They will house you until more of your people come for you and die in your place. They will pick off your people until there are none left to guard the Thresh into the Divide. Don’t be so foolish as to think you are what they desire and you alone. I’m afraid you’re not that special.”
“You can’t possibly survive what’s coming. You’re just a witch. They are soulless. The Eclipsed are more powerful than you could possibly imagine.”
“I’m not just a witch, Goyle. I am a Hawthorn Everborne.” I answered. “I’ve taken out most of their men already, anyway.”
“An Ever, a rarity among your people, no?” His eyes narrowed. “Have you chosen the path you’ll walk?”
“I’m here saving you, aren’t I? Obviously, I’ve chosen to walk the path of the Fates. Had I not, you’d still be in that cage painting the rest of their walls red, and I’d be at home, eating evening meal with my family.” I tilted my head, listening. “There’s only a dozen. I’ll be right back.”
Before he could say anything more, I left him in the brush and raced across the small field, into the open. I didn’t know if I’d be right back. But I knew the Fates were with me, whether I stood in my forest or in hell. They’d never abandon me, nor would I them.
I watched as the last remaining Eclipsed streamed from the manor. With my sword in one hand and my obsidian blade in the other, I danced to a song only I could hear, but they certainly felt. Their cuts along my flesh didn’t register. The pain came and went with my fear. I slid through my own blood, filling the earth with the death of those the Fates and Gods cared nothing for. The Eclipsed had turned their backs on their faith, on their calling. They stepped off their fated paths and chose to follow the darkness. The yearning for more power ate away at their minds and souls, leaving them a husk of what they once were. But the promises the darkness had made to them would never come true. No Eclipsed was ever left with Ethera. Their sigils burned off as soon as they fell. They could not abandon their fates and still wield the power of their faith. And for their transgressions, they tasted death, carved through their bodies by someone who still held onto their faith.
I leaned over the brush, poking Tadgh with the tip of my sword. “And how were you planning to help me on two broken legs and with half of your blood sitting in a pool beneath you?”
Tadgh rolled onto his back, staring up at me, a broken stick sitting in his hand. “I’m the Goyle commander. I’d have found a way.”
I help him stand. “By smothering them with your two hundred pounds of dead weight?”
“Are you implying—”
“That you’re stupid? Yes, I am.” I pulled his arm over my shoulder. “You could have done something useful while I was gone, like crawling toward your people and not away from them. It’s not like carrying you is difficult or anything.”
“I’ve never been rescued by someone so angry before.”
“You’ve obviously never been rescued by someone who doesn’t bend the knee for you, then.”
“Everyone bends the knee to the Goyles. If not today, eventually.”
I dropped him onto the ground. “You’re the only one on their knees, little prince. But I really do see the appeal. You’re much more tolerable when you’re on your knees.”
Book one in A Cursed Magic
One failing curse.
One curser willing to sell her soul.
And a reckoning that has been coming for a century.
Be careful what you curse for.
Curses are a treacherous currency that buys naught but sorrow, where intentions are twisted, and payment is eternal. For Milesian curser, Faidh, that lesson is learned in blood.
While celebrating the Oíche Bealtaine festival, the ancient town of Falias is plunged into chaos as the Wild Hunt rides again. The curse holding back the Tuatha de Danann has weakened, shattering a century of peace. Soon, all of Falias will fall, with the eyes of the fae focused solely on the line of Milesian cursers who damned them.
With the future of Falias hanging in the balance, Faidh sets out to save her family and her people at any cost, even if it means risking her soul to damnation. In a daring move, willing to defy all laws, Faidh summons the forbidden. She comes face to face with a Fomorian—Killian, where she learns his attentions run much darker than she had ever imagined.
Pulled into his twisted web of lies, the Scale of Death gives her a choice. He offers salvation to her people, but it comes at the steep price of her life. She must find a key in the one place she has feared her entire life—the mounds of the fae, the very people hunting her.
Be wary, for not all is as it seems.
It is far worse.
Reader advisory: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, death, alcoholism, and enslaved peoples.
Release Date: 14th January 2025
Excerpt:
ONCE QUAKING WITH the thunderous hoofbeats of the Wild Hunt, the ground was now littered with the broken limbs of the fallen, swept into the fray by the raging beasts. Bodies fell like autumn leaves, painting the mossy floor red. Their lifeless eyes stared up at the darkened sky, frozen in time, as yet another plea went unanswered by the goddess. They tried, in vain, to do what no other had done before, to rise up against an enemy made of shadows and hate, magic and malice.
The gore and death blanketed the mounds, a snowfall of final moments celebrated by the pale ones with each new soul that crumpled under the weight of the Tuatha Dé Danann. The smell of blood and smoke mingled with the cries of the wounded. It was a gruesome symphony of pain and despair that echoed for miles, edged with the laughter of their enemy.
There would be no survivors come morning. There never were. The Hunt left no hearts beating. There was no escaping the Sidhe. Not even the Fomorians, the powerful demons from below the sea, had outrun the pale ones and were driven back into the bellies of their waves and waters. But the Milesians were not demons like the Fomori. When they had come to Éire, they had a goddess blessed right to claim, and claim it they would. With spilled blood, unthinkable bargains and curses that would stain generations to come, the Milesians stood their ground.
Plagued by darkness and chaos, the balance between light and shadow hung by a thread. The once vibrant lands of Éire were shrouded in hopelessness and futility as the forces of the Sidhe consumed everything in their path. It seemed as though all was lost until the Legacies were crafted out of desperation. They were the strongest of the Milesians, the warriors, the most powerful of draíocht—the very essence of the Goddess, magic. With the Legacies forming a line of unstoppable power between the fae and their people, the indomitable Milesian spirit prevailed, tipping the scales of fate in their favor.
Aided by the Fomorian, the Milesians cursed the mounds, driving the race of false gods, the Tuatha De Danann, below ground. With the Wild Hunt locked away, the people of Éire struck a bargain with the Sidhe. There would be peace, or the fae would lose all. The Sidhe oathed themselves to the demands of the victors, but nothing was free. Even freedom came with a cost, a debt waiting to be collected. The fading echoes of horses and haunting sounds of horns signaled the end of one era and the beginning of a new age, with the path of sacrifice nearly forgotten by all but the fae.
For a century, they have lived without war or Hunts. Nothing, however, lasts forever. Not curses, not wishes, not magic. The day would come when the cost of curses would be paid by all.
Book two in A Cursed Magic
One dark spell.
One curser faded to die.
And a sister willing to damn her soul.
Every spell comes at a cost, and the price of magic will be paid by all. For the O’Cleary sisters, that lesson may cost one of them their soul.
To save her sister, Fiadh is pulled down the twisted paths of the Fomori, where she must confront her greatest sin of all—falling in love with Death himself. Thrown into the world of the tempting and forbidden, Faidh races against the fates to cure her sister’s spelled soul. With time running out, Roisin escapes her warded cell. Lost to the darkness, Roisin is not only at risk of certain death, but she is a threat to all as her soul withers within, consuming what little humanity she has left.
To find her, Fiadh is led to the one place she nearly died to curse, where she must decide between sacrificing her own soul or letting her sister’s wither. Dancing on the edge of damnation, mocking the very gods who blessed her, Fiadh risks all she is and ever will be and does the unthinkable. She returns to Tír na nÓg with vengeance at her fingertips and spells in her veins, willing to pay any price to bring her sister home, including carving out her love and leaving it in the pits of hell.
Do not be swayed by the shimmer of power…
Not all that glitters is gold.
Reader advisory: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, death, alcoholism, and enslaved peoples.
Release Date: 4th March 2025
Excerpt:
The Tome of Graves:
When a soul succumbs to being bound, the light within starts to dim, eclipsed by tendrils of darkness. As the dark consumes, the soul is corrupted and tainted black. Each moment, an eternity in a battle against the dark forces, is a futile struggle, as the soul ultimately submits in the end. Each step is heavier, each breath colder, as their very essence is stolen, leaving them to roam as little more than a wraith of their former self. The final breath of the soul escapes with a wail that rattles the gates to hell, leaving behind a hollow husk devoid of humanity. They are darklings to be hunted, and hunted they must be. For no soul holds them back from their deeds.
Shadows cling to their every movement, the weight of emptiness settling on their chest like a heavy cloak. They are no longer lost to the dark. They are darkness itself. They have been stripped of the essence that gives them humanity and filled with a deep hollowness that consumes every fiber of their being. They are devoid of emotions, of moral compass. The very core of who they once were has been eaten away as they descend into the abyss, where every remaining shred of compassion and light is stripped away.
The transformation is insidious and irreversible. The darkness slithering through them like an eel, will twist them for eternity. Their mind is consumed by thoughts of sin, cruelty, revenge, and malice. No longer tethered to mortality, they are driven solely by a hunger for power and destruction. There is no hope or salvation. There is no redemption. They are forever lost.
Now a creature of despair, they are a true darkling that suckles from the teat of hell.
Kill them before they kill you.
Siphons and Souls
Book one in The Siphons and Souls trilogy
Everyone dies, but in Averroes, Affinity children die first.
Surrounded by a darkle that claims every man, woman and child, the once-great nation of Averroes has been plunged into chaos for nearly a century. In a realm at war with creatures of Umbra, the kingdoms of Averroes spare no expense in winning this war, including the taking and imprisonment of Affinities. Now, the fate of this dying nation rests on the shoulders of the one they’ve locked away.
Like every Affinity before her, Siphon, Nola Rathmore, has been taken from everything she has ever known and forced into training at the Institute, under threat of death of her and her sister. There, she discovers the true depth of her Affinity and the cost of this dark secret. Fated to walk the path of the dark prophecy, Nola learns she is destined to end the Umbra war. But first, she must survive the Institute, protect her secret, and keep her twin alive. Treachery, corruption and danger haunt the halls of the Institute, and Nola must strengthen her Affinity if she ever hopes to save herself and those she loves. Ready or not, the last war is coming, and Nola’s dark Affinity is all that stands between Umbra and the destruction of the world as they know it.
Excerpt:
COMING SOON!
Shadows and Ash
Book two in The Siphons and Souls trilogy
The woods are dark and deep and filled with shadows that play for keep.
Siphon, Scale, Soldier, Nola Rathmore is the dark prophecy, and Umbra will make her pay for every day she lives, for all power comes with a cost. Pushed to the brink of survival, Nola shows the world why she has been called the cursed one of Shadow and Ash.
Haunted by the fall of the Institute and the lives lost in the siege, Nola fights to overcome her grief and stay alive while Umbra hunts her. As the ongoing war with Umbra rages on, Nola faces an adversary so great she nearly died under his rule once before—Lorcan Blackwood. Lorcan has grown in power and has set his sights on Nola, intent on taking her life and bringing down the Wall of Umbra, fulfilling the Blackwood bargain with Umbra. In the grips of Lorcan, Nola is forced to decide what path she will walk, a chance at freedom or the life she never wanted to begin with.
Some scars never heal, some rages never extinguish, and her destiny cannot be changed. Torn between the life she craves and the one thrust upon her, Nola must come to terms with who she was always meant to be or die trying to outrun fate.
Excerpt:
COMING SOON!
Cursed and Fated
Book three in The Siphons and Souls trilogy
To do the impossible, she will do the unthinkable.
The last war is coming for the dark prophecy, Nola Rathmore, the final stand of the Hollowed and Affinities, and not even the gods can save them now. With the Wall between their realms falling, only Nola stands between the cursed, the fated, and the ungodly twisted. The very fate of mankind rests on the shoulders of a broken Affinity forced into war, the tortured remains of a once great nation, a dwindling army, and the knowledge that they cannot possibly win.
With the clock of war ticking in her soul, Nola will have no choice but to build new alliances to stop the rising tide of Umbra, all while her enemies race against time to stop her. As she puts her trust in the most unlikely of allies, an enemy so old that fate has ignored, she stands on the knife’s edge of ruin with the freedom they’ve been fighting for balancing on the fingertips of her foe.
Nola will risk everything to win: her life, her love, her Affinity, her soul, and her nation. But she soon learns not every cost is worth paying.
Excerpt:
COMING SOON!
Book one in A Cursed Crow series
Fear nothing, trust no one…
In Whitwick Gates, where every mortal child faces the risk of almost certain death at the hands of Fae, Perdi is named the next Crow, a sacrifice to Elphame. But once inside the Sidhe, the Fae will question if they’ ve taken the wrong Crow.
Reader advisory: This story contains scenes of horror and death.
Release Date: 25th April 2023
Excerpt:
“Death rolled in casually, hand in hand with the night. Its purpose hung heavy as a soiled diaper on a lost and starved child. Through the reaching of the fog that crept over the dew-covered ground, its hate slinked along with it and tarnished black every inch it touched. The clouds crawled upon the earth as if the heavens had closed their doors in disgust, leaving mankind to fend for themselves. Even the Gods had turned their backs on the people of Whitwick Gates, the makers of deals with devils.”
Book two in A Cursed Crow series
They’ ve Taken the wrong Crow…
Named a Crow, Perdi learns how to survive in a land where she has been marked for death. Now that she is on the run, her enemies realize they’ ve Taken the very last Crow.
Reader advisory: This book is best read as part of a series. This story contains scenes of violence, horror, and death.
Release Date: 23rd May 2023
Excerpt:
“I was a Crow, nothing more, but I could still be less. Soon, I’d find out what it meant to be less than a Crow in a land of creatures who wished for my death. The very nightmares of Elphame hated me and hunted me.”
Book three in A Cursed Crow series
We all will pay tithe in the end.
In Elphame, where every Crow Taken faces slavery and certain death at the hands of Fae, Perdi is the first to survive and the last to be Taken. Cut off from the mortal realm, the horn of Elphame sounds for only her. An oath breaker has been named, and the call has tasked Perdi with hunting down the truth before wild magic decides the fate of them all. It rests on Perdi’ s shoulders to save herself, her people and the man she loves from an unstoppable power— the Caller of Crows.
Reader advisory: This book is best read as part of a series. This story contains scenes of violence and death.
Release Date: 1st August 2023
Excerpt:
“I was born twice, once of hope and once of horror—once of the mortal world and once of Elphame. The second time, the pain was mine alone to bear, and I came out twisted and broken, like the other creatures haunting these lands. Like everything else worth having in Elphame, survival wasn’t mine to keep. I had merely chosen to die on a different day. Each day between now and then, when the end finally came with my name, would be a struggle for the next. The day I put on these wings was the last day I didn’t hurt.”
Book four in A Cursed Crow series
There is no bigger monster than I. Not in truth, not in lie.
Removed from the protection of the Dark Court, the last Crow must find the answers to stop a Fae invasion of the mortal realm and save those she loves from certain death at the hands of the Caller of Crows. From enemy territory, Perdi stands as a Court of One, against all others.
Publisher’s Note: This book is best read as part of a series. This story contains scenes of violence and death.
Release Date: 3rd October 2023
Excerpt:
“There was no greater force, fighting for life, with no greater rewards to a soldier of Elphame than dying in battle or living in victory. But only fools made romance out of death, made it into something handsome and worthy of grasping. From where I stood, there was no greatness to be found, only brutality and cruelty. Leave it to the Fae to toast their wine to suffering.”
Book five in A Cursed Crow series
The hunt has only just begun.
In Elphame, where every Crow faces slavery and certain death at the hands of Fae, Perdita Darkmore is the first to survive, gain her freedom and wage wars to protect her home. With the Gate destroyed, Perdi returns to the mortal realm to help rebuild. But returning to Whitwick Gates was not the warm welcome she had hoped for, leaving her balancing perilously between mortals and Fae.
Publisher’s Note: This book is best read as part of a series. This story contains scenes of violence and death.
Release Date: 23rd January 2024
Excerpt:
“Being on my mind was not a safe place for anyone, mortal or Fae. I wasn’t a Crow to pluck—not now, not ever. I was as much a curse as Solas was a blight. Together, we were a plague unlike anything Elphame had seen before. I would show them all a curse so dark and twisted that they’d remember my name.”
Book six in A Cursed Crow series
My reign is ruin to any who stand against me or mine.
As the only royal left in the Dark Courts, the last Crow, Perdita Darkmore, reminds her enemies that no one takes from a Soul-Eater and lives to tell the tale. Caught between the safety of her family and the protection of her people, Perdi fights against an invisible enemy as she launches a final rescue of her family.
Pushed to the brink of life or death, Perdi is forced to either become the eater of souls or allow her family to die, all while trying to keep a very real war from erupting, coming from the mortal world and spilling into Elphame, a consequence of opening the Gate and inviting the madness in.
Publisher’s Note: This book is best read as part of a series. This story contains scenes of violence, death, and gore.
Release Date: 5th March 2024
Excerpt:
“One day, not even eating the world would keep me from the pain fated to my soul. Sooner or later, I’d learn that suffering was a path I willingly walked, and those around me would suffer all the more for it. At each turn, fate stood with those I love tucked under her arm and dared me to best her. And I fought her tooth and nail to keep them. Eventually, I was going to lose. No one would win against fate. All we could do was distract her with shiny things, and right now, my bleeding soul was distraction enough.”
Broken Wings and Wicked Things
Book seven in A Cursed Crow series
The wrong Crow is Taken.
In Whitwick Gates, where every mortal child once faced the risk of almost certain death at the hands of Fae, the mortal realm takes their final stand against Elphame.
Perdi is the first Crow to gain her freedom and guard the Gate against all who seek to Take her people once again. But her return to the mortal world left her balancing perilously between mortals and Fae. Caught between fates, Whitwick calls on the aid of black magick witches and wages war in the only way they can win, by becoming the Taker of Crows, starting with Perdi.
The cost of her survival will stain her very soul and gain notice from the Gods.
Publisher’s Note: This book is best read as part of a series. This story contains scenes of violence and death.
Release Date: 21st May 2024
Excerpt:
“Hell can be found between two moments. Entire lifetimes are lived, destinies are decided, worlds are built and destroyed, life is given and taken just as quickly. Between these points, no matter how short or long they may be, the fates decide what the next will bring. Nothing stops fate or her cruel touch. And she walked today through the fields of Elphame, just as she had down the streets of Whitwick, looking for me. Like the last time she reminded me of her incredible power, I would crumple under her weight again. She walked slowly while I enjoyed little slivers of peace in a world made for war. She was like that, slapping her surprise across your face just as you got comfortable. Her claws would dig at my insides like choices not yet made—and regret for those yet to come. That’s what happened when you ignored the inevitable. It needled you until you bled to death from the holes of ignorance.”
Nothing is free in Elphame.
Surviving the Taking of Crows in the mortal realm and closing the rift between worlds, the last Crow, Perdita Darkmore, gains notice from the very Gods who created Elphame, those who hold the truth of the Seven Year Crow. Found guilty of her crimes against both realms, Perdi is sentenced to prison, while Elphame is invaded by their makers.
Taking her final stand and risking her life to save all of Elphame from a fate worse than death, Perdi reminds all who stand against her that nothing is free in Elphame—not peace, not war, not for Fae and not for Gods.
Reader advisory: This book is best read as book eight in a series. It contains scenes of violence and death.
Release Date: 2nd July 2024
Excerpt:
“Time, like so much else in Elphame, moved differently for peace than it did for war. The moments you wanted to hold on to for the longest sped by as if they hadn’t happened at all. I had come to Elphame a Crow, fated to die on Fae soil, through a Gate that was no longer. It felt like I had lived several lifetimes within a short period, and each day had tested me and prepared me for what was coming next. Some of my memories are brief and fading, while others take up more room in my soul than needed. But that was the fate of us all, to earn moments worth remembering, because nothing is free in Elphame, especially the good parts.”
Lanne Garrett 