I’m delighted to be able to assist in announcing the arrival of the third and final part of my good friend Cynthia Morgan’s Dark Fey Trilogy. Breaking Into The Light is now available. As someone who has read both of its predecessors, I can recommend a truly outstanding set of books.
Author: Cynthia A. Morgan
Title: Dark Fey Book Three: Breaking Into The Light
The Reviled are the enemy; merciless, untrustworthy. They embody brutality and devastation. The Fey of the Light have lived with these truths for millennia. Daring to think otherwise invites tragedy.
Gairynzvl was a Reviled Fey and lived the riotous life of all Dark Ones; yet now he is rescuing younglings from the darkness. The actions taken by him and his band of Liberators are fulfilling Ancient Prophecies and proving long-accepted beliefs to be inaccurate. Those who have lived in the Light all their lives, who enjoyed the luxuries of abundance, are suddenly faced with unavoidable questions.
How is Peace achieved? Can Light unite with Darkness?
Will the Fey of the Light sacrifice everything to achieve that which seems impossible or will they turn their heads and ignore the shadows weeping all around them?
Breaking into the Light relates the inspiration of Hope and the power of forgiveness through a tale that is brutally beautiful.
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I hope this leaves you as intrigued as I am. Please connect with Cynthia on the above.
Thank you for reading
Richard M. Ankers
Author of The Eternals Series
Everything appeared different at night. The world we’d dreamt of looked more of a dream than ever. A gentle hush fell upon the land as we left the world of the big people behind, a paused breath. Tristania never once let go of my hand; I was glad. Her wings shone in the moonlight like crystal, her eyes like portals to other worlds, better worlds, our world, the one we should never have left.
And there in the cosseted warmth of the kindly owl, we slipped back under the willow’s dangling tendrils and into a realm no others had seen.
The owl left with a hoot. We waved until we could see him no more, then waved again.
“Shall we go tell them we love each other?” I said, kissing Tristania on the cheek.
“I suspect they already know,” she smiled.
We walked the rest of the way home without the need for a willow tree to hide us. We would never need anything to hide us again, nor wish for it do so.
The owl’s tale went something like this.
They came last. The big people observed all that had gone before: animals; trees; flowers, beauty; life, then tore it to pieces. Their world is one of the unnatural, the abnormal, the necessity to decline, death. They strive for perfection, for answers to unanswerable questions and ever will. They have forgotten the one truth: nature is in all of us. The world of the big people is no place for little ones like you. Go home to your willow and your wood and those who weep for your return even now, Tristan and Tristania. Go home.
We hadn’t told him our names; the owl was just wise. He offered us a wing upon which we climbed. There, beneath a hunter’s moon, we departed in a waft of silent feathers and tears for what we’d imagined wonderful. We left without them even knowing we’d been.
To Be Continued…
We stumbled across the first of the big people at the side of a hedge. He didn’t see us, but we saw him. He seemed to have sprung a leak and was flooding out fast. We left him to it because we were far too small to help and weren’t ready to be noticed. Next, came a small big person, if you know what I mean? The small big person kicked a round thing in the air that almost squashed us on its way down. We left him to it and flew on.
By nightfall, we’d flown further than any faerie might’ve dreamed. Tristania was exhausted, so we stopped in a tree that appeared to be the only one for miles around. We sat on a branch hand in hand and looked around at all the stone buildings that stretched in straight lines for ever and ever. Each spouted plumes of black smoke that made my eyes water and Tristania cough. It got so bad that an owl, whose kind had always been friendly to us little folk, invited us into his hole in the tree and made us a drink of nettle tea. There, safe from the smoke and the big people, the owl told us a tale.
To Be Continued…
Tristania hooked me by my britches, causing a groan, extended her gossamer wings and flew us away. Over the babbling brook, beyond the meadows and into the Wide Nowhere, as our kind called it, we sped before the others realised us gone. Like dragonflies, we dashed and zoomed, flittered and fluttered, until in a pop of faerie dust, the world beyond the borders of our magical world was breached. We were free. For the first time in our lives, we were wide-eyed and free.
If truth was told, I never thought we’d make it. I expected legions of faerie folk to take to the backs of robins and sparrows, skylarks and wrens, and come hurtling after us. When they didn’t, it was kind of anticlimactic. A smile from Tristania soon settled me though. A smile from Tristania always did.
To Be Continued…
Under the willow by the lake, our clandestine rendezvous. Where wisterias blooms wrapped us in unearthly perfumes, we dallied and danced and sang. Hidden, we expressed our love.
She dressed in the manner of all her kind: green blouse; violet leggings; small, silver tiara; her wings as always remained uncovered. Being male, I was attired in my usual cobweb cape and little else; males had no wings to worry about. We were, of course, faerie folk and this is the tale of our love. My name is Tristan and hers Tristania.
We were meant for each other, always had been, always would be. From the first day we met, the day they made us from the very same rose petals, and ever after to the time we would diminish, we were destined to be one. Our home in the woods was to be our home forever. Yet the world beyond the willow, the last tree on the edge of our abode, remained an unknown source of wonderment. Or rather, it was unknown, but no longer. We would stay hidden no more.
To Be Continued…
A unique and enjoyable fantasy.
Holy Remedy is the first book in The Invisible Conflict Chronicles by J. G. Martins. Set in the thirteenth century kingdoms of the Magyars, the book is instantly recognisable to so many fantasy novels by its departure from those more usual settings. A feather in the cap to the author.
The Knight, Rodger Clement, is sent out to find a cure to the Baron Levente’s illness by (everybody boo,) Bishop Konrad. Konrad is a man with a desire for power at his core and will stop at nothing to gain it.
A story with much to admire, particularly in the use and believablity of its characters, the story speeds along with an almost continual trail of twists and subterfuge. The book keeps the reader on edge from start to finish and will leave them licking their lips at the prospect of more, which I understand there will be.
Short in length though not in content, Holy Remedy is a story that one can read almost in a single sitting. A few grammatical errors, all easily fixable, prevent a five star review, but if fixed there would be no hesitation from me in upping this to a five.
J. G. Martins received an engineering degree in telecommunications. He was a professor of physics and other scientific subjects at a university, prior to devoting himself to his true passion – creating and telling stories.
Passionate about music, food and literature, when he’s not writing, he spends his time reading about history, the mysteries of the universe and searching for his favorite sushi.
In the meantime, he’ll continue with the creative work. New stories about the Invisible Conflict Chronicles will be revealed soon.
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