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EDGE: A Young Adult/New Adult Paranormal Collection
Publication date: April 5th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Young Adult
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Twenty Edgy Young Adult & New Adult Paranormal Tales
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The blood moon of October cast shimmering beams, tingeing the treetops with crimson. By Halloween, it would reach fullness, and the balance of good and evil in the Fae kingdom would be in peril as the veil between human and spirit worlds would be at its thinnest. An in-between, middling time. A dangerous time.
But Kheelan was used to being in two worlds at once, yet belonging to neither.
What was wrong with him? You’d think he’d never seen a beautiful girl. Besides, even the prettiest human couldn’t compare to the enchantment of any run-of-the-mill fairy. And he should know. The daoine-sith Fae rewarded him with a fairy lover whenever he completed a dangerous mission, as if rewarding an obedient dog with a bone.
Kheelan smoldered at the humiliation. His skin burned from it, his mouth scorched from the angry words he must never say aloud. They had stolen him from his human family. He’d no doubt been sleeping unaware the night those cradle robbers came and forced him into a lifetime of servitude and danger.
He got nothing in return. No love, no acceptance, and no hope of a future. Indeed, they despised him.
Changeling. How he hated the word, been taunted with it, as if it was some kind of deformity on his part. A mere changeling, only tolerated for what he could do in their petty wars or their unending, menial labors. He summoned his enormous will and pushed the bitter thoughts away. Deep in his mind was a place no one could enter, a refuge he refused to let them destroy. A soul some might call it. His and his alone.
Musical notes vibrated from the girl’s apartment. It was dramatic, haunting even. He appreciated that it was worlds different from the incessant Celtic flute, or worse, the brain-splintering bagpipe music his captors so adored. Kheelan closed his eyes and let the melody wash over his senses.
When the music stopped, he glanced at the window where the light extinguished. He yearned for the light, the music, and for the unknown human girl curled up in bed, unknowing and uncaring of the forces swirling around her. But the human was a suspect, one of many to investigate.
Somebody was murdering the pixies. His job was to find out who and why and bring them to the Fae’s royal Seelie Court. Should he fail . . . well, even the good Fae had their ways of punishing. His purpose was to mingle with his fellow mortals, searching for information to assist the good Fae in their unceasing war with the Unseelie Fae.
Time to leave. He would come back tomorrow night. Samhain, the witch’s Halloween, drew nearer, each year more sinister than the one before. His instructions from the Seelie Court Fae, his owners, were to find the culprit before Samhain. Or else. Kheelan wrapped the deep maroon duster tightly around his lithe body and disappeared into the night to join the unsuspecting, blissfully ignorant, human mass.