Dark Fae The Dark Fae Book 1 by Quinn Blackbird Genre: Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
He came to destroy the world.
He came to destroy us.
But he kept me alive when all else died.
It’s the end of us, the humans. Our world is ravaged, burned to the ground, destroyed by the armies of dark fae crawling all over our lands. They seek to end us, weed out the last of our survivors, and tear us to pieces.
We hide as best as we can. But it’s inevitable.
A dark fae army finds us hiding in a little village. We’re all goners. All of my group dies around me, and I’m about to join them in death—until he spares me.
I hear him before I see him; the purposeful steps he takes up the alley, the clink of armour, the song of a dagger he sheathes. I turn my head to the mouth of the alley, where the main street blazes orange. And I see his silhouette first. Tall, broad—consuming. Danger creeps up my spine. I have the sudden urge to break free and run at the other dark fae. I don’t want to face this one coming up the alley, the one all the others fall silent for. My breath is deep and shaky as I see him completely engulfed in firelight. The darkness fades from him, but lashes of it seem to lick at his heels, as though the darkness itself belongs to him, he is their master, their home. His soft-soled boots are thin, onyx-black leather, matching the trousers that grip him. At his hips hangs a belt that’s home to all kinds of daggers and throwing knives. Some blades wear traces of fresh blood, and my spine shivers at the sight of the crimson smears gleaming in firelight. Chain-link armour—so fine that it appears to have been made from silk threads—clings to a black-leather vest he wears. Paler than moonlight, his skin is scarred all over. His arms, muscular and strong, are ribbed by these strange scars. They aren’t bumped like the scars that scatter my arms, but pale and jagged not unlike stretch marks. They climb up his neck like claws, and stop just before the strong jawline. His face steals me. I’ve seen some dark fae from a distance before, and up close and personal today. They are all beautiful in the most dangerous of ways, like deadly cobras or lethal panthers. But this one… he’s something else. His sleek dark hair falls to the side and brushes over his raised eyebrow. His eyes are pits of nothingness, just pure black. As I take in his face, I think fleetingly of our old world and the likes of Henry Cavill and Matt Bomer. Only, this guy is no pampered actor. He’s a warrior, and his onyx-black eyes are fixed on me. There’s nothing friendly about the way he looks at me, either. I get the gut-churning feeling he’s about to skin me alive.
The Dark Fae Book 2
He's a monster.
I'm a prisoner.
And he's got his sights locked on me.
Caspan, the dark fae General, shows a dangerous interest in Vale, the latest human captive collected by the army.
What the dark fae want with the human captives is anyone's guess—but it's the last thing on Vale's mind. As she struggles to manoeuvre the strict rules of her new life as a slave, she quickly learns that she must avoid the attention of the dark, dangerous Caspan at all costs.
His interest in her is not only a sinister mystery—it's surely a death sentence.
Stay alive. That's her only rule in this dark, abandoned world.
But living amongst monsters sometimes means having to bend the rules.
Rule of the apocalypse. Don't mess with the dark fae.
I did, and now this monstrous fae wants me;
Wants to hurt me,
And kiss me.
Vale is trapped in the dark fae army, a prisoner of monsters. To make matters worse, the dangerous and dark General isn't forgetting her any time soon.
He corners her, watches her, and does what no dark fae should do with a human--kisses her.
His lips on her skin is a kiss of death.
But Vale sees in him an opportunity to save the life of her only friend.
Didn't anyone ever tell Vale never to bargain with the fae?
Quinn Blackbird loves a good anti-hero.
All of her villains stay submerged in 'dark' so expect little redemption. She thinks them up over hot coffees and warm cups of tea on the porch.
When not writing, Quinn loves a good face mask and book on the couch with her two pups.
Hi! It’s Q&A time with me! I’m Quinn Blackbird—and Klarissa King, and Isla Jones. I have a bunch of pen-names for different genres (Fantasy, Paranormal and Horror). Quinn Blackbird is my main pen-name with the stories I love most. As my teacher once told me, I’ve never been a dreamer, but will always be a daydreamer. Poor her for trying to get me to focus in class. I’m a Brit living in Australia, on the beach. It’s over my morning coffees that I conjure up new story ideas (some stronger than others), and only if those stories pass my ‘one-month-wait’ test do I turn them into the written word. Only for a years have I been an author, but I always be a reader.
I’m not a terribly interesting person, unfortunately. My life consists mostly of caring for my two senior doggos, drinking more caffeine than the doctor recommends, grappling with my fear of dentists when it’s time for check-ups, and living in a constant state of daydreams.
I completed my Bachelors of Arts in Australia, and my Masters of Literary Studies in the UK. I’m also fortunate to have travelled most of the world. Been to every continent at least twice!
I was born and raised in Britain before my family up-and-moved to Australia.
If I knew I would die tomorrow, and this was my last day on earth, I wouldn’t do anything magnificent or significant. I was simply spend the day with my dogs and give them all my love.
If I was a world leader, I doubt I’d be a very good one. I just don’t have the patience. Hell, I’d probably end up as some bitter dictator and wage war on the right-wingers.
What am I passionate about? Those darn politics. Women’s rights, racial rights, sexual rights, and the rest. #leftisbest
Oh, describe myself in a few words… Let’s see.Opinionated! Anxiousssss. And someone who would rather live in a fantasy world than our very dark real one. Ok, that’s more than a few words, but oh well!
Onto The Dark Fae! Which is why you’re really here, be honest. A series of dreams inspired this series. Back in 2019, I had this horrible, suffocating dream that the world went dark. All of it. The blackness was so thick I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face. It’s a nightmare that will stay with me. From that, I spun new stories of the monsters living in this dark world. And then came the dark fae. I didn’t figure them out until the end of the year, but my urgency to write this series came at the start of this year, and once I started, I couldn’t stop. For now, this is my only planned series for the year. I’m tossing up between other stories at the moment, but nothing is really sticking. So for now, I’ll wait. Stay tuned.
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