Once Upon a Darkened Night tagged posts

Blake Damon is about to face his fiercest foe yet.

Bodies have been found. Only bones have been discovered. Someone or something is eating humans. Whoever whatever is behind these attacks isn’t a vampire or a werewolf. Blake knows how to handle those villains but a siren? That’s both alluring and disturbing…

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At the front of the ruined castle, I hesitate. Can I dare do this? How can I not? I will do all I can to protect her, she, Isabelle Mercier, the woman I have loved since before I could walk. A slight exaggeration, to be sure, but nevertheless, my love for her is pure and undying. If my own life should be forfeit to keep her happy, then I should be grateful for the chance to bring a smile upon her face.

A horrific beast. A desperate man...

The witch Griselda wants nothing more than prosperity for the kingdom of Saxonia. The other witches are tired of being treated poorly by King Kraft and others of his ilk. Will work begin? Will the people of Saxonia and her nobles learn to value and appreciate the witches?

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Haven’t started the series yet? Here’s the link for the fairy tales and the link for the histories. The fairy tales can be read alone, but with the history, my fairy tales take on a world of it’s own that features problems, heartache, and devastation. In the end, will magic be there to save everyone?

A little snippet from Of Bones and Ashes currently in the Twisted Flipped Fairy Tale Collection!

On this occasion, the mirror revealed to me another vision. Bedridden but still wearing a beautiful garment, the queen no longer resembled herself. Her impressive jewelry rested on her bedside table and not on her person. Premature wrinkles aged her, as did spots kissed by the sun. Her eyes sank within their sockets, heavy blackness marring the tender skin beneath them. It appeared as if centuries had passed since last I saw her. The touch of death was upon her, and time was clearly running out.

Strange. The mirror never revealed to me the future, but she still breathed, as far as I knew. I would soon come to learn that, most likely, I had witnessed her ritual after she enacted the spell.

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A little snippet from Of Slumber and Discord:

There she lays upon her bed large enough to fit three persons her size, beneath a ruby red silk blanket. Her mouth is perfect, those terrible lips parted slightly. It is her tongue that is wicked.

As I stare at her, my will falter. She looks peaceful now as if she could not harm a single soul. To kill another is no easy task, and so she will remain asleep. No longer will she be a blight her kingdom, able to force others to submit to her every sung command.

With rushed urgency, I whisper the words of the sleeping curse, “Sleep and rest and know no more. You shall rest for all of yore. A single prick and deep sleep waits. Ne’er shall you wake ‘til evil abates.”

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A little snippet from Of Cinder and Madness:

Shoving aside my doubt, cloaking myself in my fear, I remove the key from my pocket.

At once, her eyes flash with understanding, a flicker of an emotion, fear of her own or maybe acceptance. Then her birds swoop toward me as one massive swarm. I barely have time to close the door and lock it before they slam against it. Thud, thud, thud.

A minute passes and then another, and I lean against the heavy locked door with my eyes closed. It’s done. She’s barred. She’s too far up. Her birds never leave her side for long, and only one at a time at that. We’ll be fine now. We’ll be safe.

I hope.

I pray.

I fear.

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Here’s an excerpt from Of Rose and Cruelty:

A large shadow stirs behind me. The beast.

Shakily, I turn to face it. It remains in the shadows, and I cannot see its hideous face up close. It sniffs loudly, and steam exits its large nostrils.

“I… I am the gardener.” I thrust out the weeds I’m holding as proof.

Suddenly, it lurches forward, its face inches from mine. It’s studying me. I cannot tell what it thinks of me or my purpose, but slowly it slinks back to the shadows.

Try as I might, I must confess that encounter frightened and even shamed me. Focusing on my task at hand soothes me slightly, and I reach for the moss covering the castle wall.

A loud, horrific, animalistic roar bellows from behind me...

This week’s new release is Of Gold and Deceit. It’s my twisted take on Rumpelstiltskin!

The king is a terrible, vile man. Cruelty and hatred are his only allies. Rich beyond measure, none dare to defy him, not even the miller’s daughter here in the royal spinning room with me.

She is as delightful as he is detestable, as beautiful as he is boring, and as charming as he is critical.

Her blond hair gives me hope for a brighter tomorrow, and if my magic and I can keep her safe, then I will. Yes, magic can come with a terrible price. Yes, she may not know my given name. Yes, she will not appreciate what I will demand from her.

Some might call me an imp, but what am I is powerful. I may not be king, but I have worth and my own interests.

This tale of a magical man with the ability to sp...