Tuesday, May 27, 2014


The Existence of Fairies in the Kingdom of Amora

Along the Southward Road

25 Day of Altheam

Year 2518 AUC

We’d finished our evening meal. Starlight peeked through the clouds, and I shifted closer to our campfire. Would it rain upon us? I hoped not.

Carim and Myrka washed dishes and wrapped up our food.

Fynn had retired for the night. Prince Vespar’s cousin still barely talked to us in the few days we’ve traveled to Zenna. I didn’t trust him. He was either a spy or lacked grand magical powers to help us face the Great Beyonders.

Zendal and Liam tossed dice and played “Gods and Goddesses.” A soft smile curled upon my lips. Liam played with the same dice I’d given him during Illuminarium, the ones that had belonged to my dad. It touched me he treasured them so much.

“It’s nice to see you smiling, Prophetess.” Kyron, the centaur leader, settled beside me. “Are the fairies tickling you?”

“It’s just a peaceful night.” A slight breeze rustled nearby trees. Insects chirruped in the distance. Spring had taken a firm hold upon us and gave me a brief reprieve from my worries of impending war for one evening. “What are fairies?”

His eyes widened, and he swished his reddish-brown tail. “You haven’t heard of fairies?”

I shook my head. We had some strange creatures in Amora, particularly karshiptas, mephinas, and woodwoses, but I’d never come across—or been tickled—by a fairy. As far as I knew.

“Fairies are mischievous creatures. They don’t usually mean any real harm, but they are known to enchant pretty girls, lead handsome men astray, and create a world within our realm.” He gazed toward the sky. “We have them in Sylvian Woods, but they don’t get along too well with us centaurs. We aren’t as gullible as humans.”

“What do they look like?” I shivered at his description of fairies. Mischievous didn’t sound like the best attribute.

“They’re pretty, even the males. The ones I’ve seen have different colored wings. They can fly.” He brushed his fingers against my hair. “The tiny ones like to whisper in ears and hide in hair.”

“They’re really real then?” I didn’t know whether or not to believe him. Kyron was a friend, and I trusted him, but I didn’t know him very well. Our journey north to Zenna was the first time we’d spent together beyond archery training.

“Oh, yes.” His eyes glazed over, as if he saw something beyond our realm. Did I look like that when I had premonitions? He blinked. “When you visit my fellow centaurs one day, you’ll meet them.”

Without another word, he rose and trotted around the camp to take first watch.

I wrapped my arms around myself. What had Kyron seen? When would I be as far away as the Sylvian Woods?

Fairies, who would’ve guessed they existed!

To save a kingdom, a prophetess must challenge Fate.

On the day of Yssa’s death and rebirth, the god Apenth chose her as the Phoenix Prophetess.

Sea serpents and gods endanger the young prophetess’s journey and sour the omens. Yssa is cursed instead of blessed, and her duties at the Temple of Apenth prove it. She spends her days reading dusty scrolls, which does nothing to help her forget Tym, the boy back home. But the annoying yet gorgeous ferryman’s son Liam proves to be a distraction she can’t predict, even though he rarely leaves her alone for two sand grains.

Her boring temple life screeches to a halt when visions of her parents’ murders consume her. Yssa races across an ocean to stop the future. If she can’t change Fate, she’ll refuse to be the Phoenix Prophetess any longer. Fate, however, has other plans for her and the kingdom.

Yssa must either accept her destiny or fight to change Fate.

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A self-proclaimed bookworm, Cherie Reich is a speculative fiction writer and library assistant living in Virginia. Her short stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies, and her books include the horror collection Nightmare, a space fantasy novella collection titled Gravity, and the fantasy series The Foxwick Chronicles and The Fate Challenges. Reborn is her debut novel. She is Vice President of Valley Writers and a member of the Virginia Writers Club and Untethered Realms. For more information, please visit her website.


Thursday, May 22, 2014

A Taste of Thursday

Another peek at my drow king Mandrake....

The guard wasn't there, but an elfess with dark hair kneeled in the corner of the hollow. A rusted chain clamped to her neck. Her ears pointed to full maturity. White, nearly see through, cloth wrapped around her body, yet revealed little. He wondered if he got closer if he would see her naked body beneath the sheer material. His cock hardened. In wonder, he looked down at his protruding shaft. His arousal only ever came when he devoured an elven soul.

"Please, let me be." A soft female voice carried the words to his ears. He glanced up and clear blue eyes stole his breath. Mandrake stepped back until he found the wall on the other side. Tears leaked down her cheeks, hair clung to the wet flesh, and her very pink bottom lip trembled. He blinked several times and shook his head. The urge to brake the chains of the female slave almost consumed him. Mandrake willed himself to look away and move on. He needed to be free of the female. His disease reared it's head and roared to take her soul and his head fought the urge to get any closer. One foot at a time, he finally managed to move away. He turned storming back to his den, angry over his reaction. She would pay for creating such a feeling in his body, for the unnatural happening inside him. His fingers curled into tight fists and he clenched his jaw. 

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Friday, May 16, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - an elf short-

The number one rule about playing in the elven realm, don't throw a curse unless you plan to get one back.

By the way, my name's Persi and it all started when Idis, the sage witch in the elven realm, gave me a crap potion...

"I turned into a human!" I said.

A chuckle escaped the witch's thin lips. "I told you it was not stable. Love potions never are. Need I remind you, young elfess, you enforced my making of it." She shuffled around the fire in the middle of her cabin. 

"Idis! I'm human. How do I change back?" I bit back a growl. The old witch was amused by my predicament.

"I can't answer that. It may wear off on its own, it might need a different potion, or perhaps you will be stuck as a human." Her eyes sparkled with laughter and I'd had it. She wasn't even trying to help me figure it out.

"I still have my powers." My voice came out a bit more clipped than I wanted. Hopefully I looked controlled on the outside, though I fear I may have overreacted. 

A little. 

Idis cackled at me, actually cackled! I had no alternative. "I curse thee witch, let fur be among your ailments, and your voice never your own." The magic warmed my insides, it was the last of my spelling ability, but I couldn't let her go unpunished now could I? I'm certain she twisted that love potion to do this to me. Idis isn't known for her straightforward working, magic, and the like.

Idis snapped her fingers. I felt a popping in my ears and then a jarring sensation. I stumbled back landing on my ass–– in the human realm! Idis was in front of me slowly shrinking. Short furry legs, a thin tail, pointy shaped ears. I giggled- what else was I to do, I'd managed to turn her into an elfing dog.

Though in retrospect, probably wasn't the smartest idea I've had. In the very next moment Idis growled at me, latched onto my calf, and my elfing leg popped off like a piece of plastic! I didn't even feel the bite. And Idis jaunted happily away with the lower half of my leg.
I looked down, and sure enough my other leg was plastic too. I checked my arms, again plastic. The only fleshy parts were my hands, my face, and evidently, all the internal stuff in my middle area. "Mutt face get back here with my leg!"

I hobbled up and fell, found my way to a standing position again thanks to a pole and started hopping after Idis the dog. 

When I find her, I think I'll owe her an apology...

Written by Decadent Kane (all rights reserved)

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Thursday, May 15, 2014

A Taste of Thursday

I haven't had much of a chance to work more on Rue's story. I'm actually in the middle of publisher edits for Book 4- A Hint of Cayenne- which you all have seen some of already, so I give you a little snippet from that instead- enjoy:

In this scene Cayenne has had several rounds to drink: Let me know how it reads....

"Wanna fuck?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, or what she assumed was suggestive. A giggle she hadn't expected bubbled up from inside her chest. She let it out and almost snorted with her own amusement before she caught herself and cleared her throat. Yeah, the last one was getting to her.

He laughed and picked her up in his arms. Under normal circumstances, Cayenne would object to being man handled this way. But it had been far too long since she'd had a cock between her thighs and this cock was just as good as any other. Plus, he had a bed. Cayenne snickered to herself as he sauntered out the door with her in tow.

"What are you giggling about?" Thorn asked.

"Cocks." As the word came out of her mouth, another jolt of laughter followed it.

-A Hint of Cayenne Book 4 in the trouble with elves series (currently contracted with publisher) 

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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Teaser Tuesday

According to her new intuition, she needed to take him to the edge. And then maybe to let him linger there...

pg214 -MacRieve by Kresley Cole

Cole is my favorite author. Her writing abilities floor me. Her characters trap me inside their stories seducing me with tales... I can't get enough and Cole- she takes a reader to the edge and let's her linger there...