Author: Myra Nour
Series: Stand Alone
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 2014 (Originally Published in a Anthology Shifter, NCP in 2002)
Editions/Formats Available In: eBook
Attacked by a soldier of the demon race, a young woman has a child from their union. To her horror, he bears the mark of the demon, and her people will stop at nothing to kill it. Being part fairy, Azra uses her magic to try and save her child from his demon blood. In spite of her best efforts, he briefly turns into the monstrous Sartwor beast, slaying her entire village.
A perilous journey to the home of the pure blood fairies ensues as she races to save Bretuck before he turns into the beast again. This time she may not be able to pull him from the grasp of the creature ruling his body. Can a mother’s love prevail over her son’s cursed blood?
This was a short yet fun read. A fun take on a dark fairy tale! A must read to those who like dark fantasy stories!
Myra has been published since 2001 with Ellora’s Cave and New Concepts Publishing. She decided in 2014 to take some of her books the Indie route, starting with Demon Killer. Myra loves to write stories with a mix of romance, s/f, paranormal and fantasy elements. Since April 2012 she is the CEO and co-owner of BTS Book Reviews, a digital magazine dedicated to promoting authors work and bringing great books to readers. Magazine at: www.btsemag.com.
Azra’s senses were overcome with wonder. The miniature figures flitting about them like the most brilliant of dragonflies, were fairy children. All had the silvery wings, long red curling locks and amber eyes that shone as brightly as gold; but their sizes were as varied as the individual features on each mischievous face.
Some were the size of the two elderly fairies who escorted them through the throng, others were as tiny as her hand, while many others ranged the size in-between. Azra was fascinated by all of them. But the tiny mites who were no bigger than her whole hand, gained most of her attention. They seemed to represent the fairies from which legends sprang, in reality; they appeared to be the youngest of the fairy children. Laughter, giggles, and whispers were a constant barrage of noise around them as they proceeded.
Many times as they traversed carefully through the tiny bodies, fairy children would hover in front of their faces like hummingbirds, their cherub faces merry and curious. More than once, she felt the soft brush of a silken wing against her cheek, almost as if the children were using their wings to give them a kiss of hello.
Azra thought it strange, but very interesting, that
Bretuck had more than his share of female fairies hovering about his face in a constant, ever-shifting flow of excited, tiny figures.
When they reached the other end of the valley, a line of impressive, majestic oaks were at the end of the short trek.
The elder fairy turned to the flock of children who’d followed them. “Go play children, you can visit with them later.”
Reluctantly, it seemed, the tiny figures left in groups, dozens of dazzling bodies flitting off together.