NEW RELEASE! - Dethroned
(An Inimical Prequel Novella)
By Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: June 19th 2018
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
For eighteen-year-old Rouen Rivoche, being a fairy princess isn’t about fancy parties and happily ever afters.
Rouen’s people are the dark Fae whose powers of lightning, thundersnow, and all things Winter make them cold, severe, and 100% intolerant of rebellion.
Too bad being a rebel is in Rouen’s blood.
Against tradition, she’s teamed up with Syl Skye, the sleeper-princess of the fair Fae—a mortal enemy who Rouen should want to kill but only wants to kiss. Plus, to be with Syl, Rouen’s masquerading as a glam goth-rock star and human high school student. Honestly, Rouen doesn’t think things could get any more complicated.
Then, she discovers she must become Queen of the Winter Court or all her people will die. No pressure.
Now, dark forces are amassing in the Winter Court, turning Rouen’s people against her and blocking her path to the throne. Even Syl with all her powers of white flame and Summer can’t stop this new kind of evil.
Because betrayal cuts close when it’s someone you love… and now it looks like Rouen’s going to be dethroned before she ever becomes queen.
In this scene, Syl’s picking up Christmas Eve dinner for her and Rouen, when she’s attacked by a dark Fae from Rouen’s Winter Court
Tap, tap, scraaaaaape! Tap, tap, scraaaape! A grating, metallic shriek echoes from deeper down the dark alleyway. I clutch my bag of dinner goodies, mentally crossing my fingers.
Please don’t be a Fae catastrophe, please don’t be a Fae catastrophe, please don’t— Shiiiiing! A glint in the darkness.
Plumes of frost off a blade of ice.
Ice. Frost. Sharp instruments. That can only mean one thing: that’s a dark Fae lurking in the shadows.
My heart slam-dancing, I set the takeout bag down in case I have to fight. “Who’s there?” I manage to keep my voice from shaking.
The rest of me? Not so much.
Even though I’ve fought hell-hounds and Môrgrim, Circuit Fae and Circuit fiends, I’m a live-and-let-live kind of girl. Unlike my Roue, I don’t actually like fighting.
Scraaaaape… chuckle, chuckle. A thin howly voice comes from the darkness. “Blood calls to blood, little princess-poppet.”
Blood calls to blood. One of the oldest dark Fae rules.
Anxiety claws at my nerves. “Who are you?” I summon my Fae-sight that lets me see auras and through Glamouries. My vision blurs for a sec, then settles, but whoever—whatever—this is, their Glamoury’s super-powerful.
I can’t see a thing.
“Reveal yourself!” With the Fae, it’s always good to be direct. Less chance of them twisting your words around.
Another howly chuckle comes from the alley.
Okay, fine. Breathing out, I call upon the Summer in my blood, and with a tingle across my skin— whoosh! —my white flame bursts around my hands, wreathing me in purifying sleeper-princess power. The alleyway lights up in white.
A hunched figure darts from the darkness, its blade flashing for my face. Barely, I leap back, feeling the razor edge slice the very air. Holy—! That knife is crazy sharp.
I felt its kiss, even though it missed me.
From the leaping shadows comes a small, stooped figure. He barely comes up to my chest, solid, barrel-shaped, wrapped in grey rags, skin white as a fish’s belly. His wrinkled face is totally inhuman, his nose a massive red bulb dripping down over a mouth crammed full of serrated teeth. His eyes are like two huge watery poached eggs, dilated and rimmed in red.
Spiked iron boots clunk on his feet. His bloody cap bleeds down over his face in red rivulets. I can smell the copper from here. Copper, rusting iron, and rotted vegetation.
In his hand glints a blade carved of solid, glassy ice.
Shivers claw my spine. A redcap.
Redcaps are super-bad news. Cannibals, they need to dip their caps in their victims’ blood. They’re notoriously tough and vicious.
I could take him.
But, bad fairy or not, he’s one of Roue’s people. Right. Back away slowly, Syl.
At least there’s only one.
A cruel smile carves across the redcap’s face. His form vibrates, and suddenly, there are two, then four, then… The smell of copper, rusting iron, and rotted vegetation intensifies.
Make that sixteen.
Great. I can’t take sixteen by myself.
Besides, this many redcaps? It’s definitely a warning from the Dark Faerie Winter Court.
It’s now that I decide the better part of valor is running my sweet patootie off. I bolt, but the redcap is fast as lightning. All sixteen of them race after me, sixteen sets of iron boots pounding, sixteen gleaming daggers glinting.
I dodge and duck, but there are too many.
Use your flame, dummy!
No. I close my fists, snuffing out my magical fire. I won’t hurt one of Roue’s people.
Slash! Pain prints across my side, leaving me gasping. Every one of the redcaps howls in victory. Their bulbous noses twitch and their eyes flash red, glowing as they freak out at the scent of my blood.
These guys are the piranhas of the dark Fae world.
And they look like they’re about to go on a feeding frenzy.
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Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance--where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she's clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.
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