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​Can Two Worlds Survive an Augury? 

Faeries Don’t Lie
Heart of the Worlds Book 1
by TF Burke
Genre: YA Epic Fantasy 

Can Two Worlds Survive an Augury?

Releasing a Chandarion’s god-like magic into the world isn’t what sixteen-year-old Aunia, the village’s outcast, intends. She only wants to impress Mathias, a visiting seventeen-year-old pegasus flyer, who fiercely believes the choice—either Faery or Mortal world surviving—has come.

Her action calls forth the Boggleman, a soul-sucking ghoul, who abducts her dad, eats her faery friends, and sets Dagel demons on her isolated village. And worse.

The worlds of Ahnu-Endynia are full of faeries, pegasi flyers, myths, secrets, and themes of belonging, despite being misunderstood. And if you don't watch carefully . . . You might be pulled into the Betwixt. . . the space between the worlds.


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​Mathias shook his head. Being this close to her . . . he stood up and walked over to the closest patch of lilies, his mother’s favorite flower, and tapped at the oblong bud. This variety, with its dark green, almost black stalks, and conjoined dagger shaped leaves in sets of three, was one he had never seen before. “What kind of lilies are these?”
“That’s Jaia, not lilies.” (Aunia said)
“They look like they’ll bloom soon.”
“Yes. And when they do, the faeries here will leave.”
He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he winced at the bite in her words. However, he needed answers. Zeller spent twenty years trying to get back to this place. He must have gone through a blade-cave to get home. Why else hunt along both the Tatian and Grashbear mountain ranges? But had Zeller been looking for the one at the sheep-cave or the iron-quarry? Or maybe there was another one?
“Aunia. With the blade-cave, betwixting tunnels. With the sheep-cave broken . . . I mean . . . I don’t suppose you know where Edvaras’ observatory is, do you?”
Aunia buttoned her knapsack flap. “That place is sort of out of bounds.”
A lightning flash tore through his chest and he whirled to face her. “Not destroyed?”
“Destroyed isn’t quite a lie. There’s no easy access and it’s supposed to be dangerous. Though how dangerous can a mountain be? Some rocks and dirt. Maybe a tree or so.” Aunia dropped the knapsack and walked to him, holding up a dandelion. “They say this makes your skin turn yellow . . . if you like the girls.”
A push-pull hit him in the center of his chest. He remained still as she neared, only stepping back when the yellow flower head almost touched his cheek. “I, um, imagine it’s satisfying learning herb-lore from your medicine woman.”
Aunia crumpled the weed and dropped it. “It’s not my heart’s desire. Nothing here is. But you’re lucky . . . you have everything.”
“I don’t have everything,” said Mathias, but his laughter sounded tinny to his ear. Why was he saying what he was? Stupid. He took a breath. “Unless one counts aggravations. But this observatory . . . where would—”
“Yes, but you can up and go whenever you want. You know where you come from. You know who—”
“There’s rules I have to obey, Aunia. Commitments I must keep. Whether I want to or not.” The image of the heir princess surfaced in his mind and a well of trapped sadness bubbled in his belly. He shoved the feeling aside. “And there’s plenty I don’t know. I certainly don’t know what happened to the wererats we’d been chasing. Or where your observatory is.”
“Is that truly what brought you here? Not my father?”
“I had no idea your father was here. I had never heard of him before.” Mathias ran a hand through his hair. How was he going to get her to tell him where the observatory was?
Tafiriel, (his pegasus), a few yards away, lifted his head from his clover-munching (and telepathically sent). You could ask like Keston--
I’m not going to sweet-talk like Keston. But what if that was the only way? He certainly couldn’t threaten her.
Aunia gave him a sharp look and stepped back, almost as if she heard his thoughts . . . like Tafiriel. Her dark blue-eyed gaze slid to the far side of the meadow, where broad-branched elm, white oak, and black walnut trees mingled with tall and narrow white pine. Just like that, she bolted, wheat-blonde hair sailing behind her, like Yasendra, Tamore’s co-founder.
The girl is not of the Eaburrai Court, Taf sent. And you are not--
Don’t you think I know that? Mathias clenched his fist. She shouldn’t have run.
That moss-gnome is chittering about a trapped Ty.
Ty?
Faery. Taf stomped his foot. You should follow.
Mathias sucked in a breath and jogged after her, uncertain what he would say.
Aunia, by the tree line, shoved her mare in Mathias’ direction. Ears flattened, the mare galloped past Mathias to Tafiriel.
Mathias slowed. Aunia, now a few yards away, had taken position close to an oak tree’s base. What was she looking at?
Mathias stepped beside her. The oak’s canopy, green and full, offered no easy way to climb. The closest branches had to be ten feet up.
“You need to collect leaves, too?” Mathias took two long steps to lean on the tree trunk.
“No!” screamed Aunia. She grabbed his arm, pulling him off-balance as something hit his left shoulder with a piercing sting.
He yelped and swatted at the weight. His finger grazed against sticky fur and the object thudded to the ground. A moldy gourd the size of the pot Aunia had dropped off at Caedmon’s. It rose on two skeletal limbs.
Mathias jumped back. The thing had no features. No eyes. No nose. Only a split across its body where sharp teeth glinted.
Aunia, on the other side of the horror, stomped at it. It dodged, snapping at her sandaled foot.

TF Burke currently works with NYT David Farland’s Apex-Writers as an admin and marketing specialist, where she schedules industry leaders for weekly multi-Zoom calls, provides content for social posts, and hosts several writer-focused Zooms.

Her published works includes hundreds of newspaper articles, blog posts across various platforms, anthologies, including MURDERBUGS, the second volume of the Unhelpful Encyclopediam a collection of short stories in WHIRL OF THE FAE, and the first book of the Heart of the Worlds Series, FAERIES DON’T LIE.

When not writing or wearing other hats, she can be found with a sword and a dagger in her hands for medieval-style fencing tournaments and melees, something she’s been doing since 2010.


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Check out some of the creatures in Faeries Don’t Lie!

* Heebles - This Dagel demon/faery looks like a moldy gourd with a wide mouth and sharp teeth. It has no other facial features. It has no differential between its head and body. It has two skeletal limbs which work as both arms and legs. Heebles attack in hordes and can strip the flesh off a cow in a matter of minutes. They communicate to each other in ratlike snarls and squeaks.

Teezo Popkin - a mushroom sprite.

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