our years ago, crime beat reporter Riley O’Rourke changed the world. To be fair, it wasn’t entirely her fault.
Her mentor, a 3,000-year-old vampire, accidentally destroyed the Tucson police headquarter’s building during a fight with a sorcerer. After footage of the fight went viral on the internet, Riley changed into a black jaguar on live TV during a press conference. The existence of Preternaturals—vampires, witches, and other were-animals like Riley—was revealed, and humans went a little crazy. The cats—and dogs—were out of the bag and only an act of Congress stopped the chaos.
Not all the Preternaturals are happy with this new world order, however.The Queen of the Winter Fae worries that exposing her hidden world will destroy it, and sends the nastiest storybook characters imaginable to kill Riley before she can out the Fair Folk, too.
The Summer Queen, Winter’s arch-rival, promises to protect Riley if she does her a teeny-weeny favor: break into Winter’s castle, sneak past creatures straight out of Riley’s nightmares, steal a magical mirror, and return it. All without Neve noticing.
Riley agrees to the favor—what choice does she have? But dealing with the Fae is always a double-edged sword, and the Summer Queen neglected to explain that if Riley successfully pulls off this heist, the entire world might end up on the edge of destruction.
Fiona Skye is a fantasy novelist currently living in the deserts of Southern Arizona. She shares a home with her husband, two kids, three cats, and a Border Collie.
Fiona’s passion for story telling began early in life. At age twelve, she wrote her first short story, which was based on a song by 1980s hair band. She has dedicated her life since then to writing, only to be occasionally distracted by her insatiable love of yarn and crochet, and the dogged pursuit of the perfect plate of cheese enchiladas.
She counts Diana Gabaldon and Jim Butcher as her favorite authors and biggest influences.
Faerie Tales: Revelations Trilogy: Book One (Volume 1) Paperback
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