QSFer Skye Crawford has a new queer grimdark fantasy out (bi, gay, trans MTF): Twisted Souls.
Valan Anartes has a secret. Many, in fact.
Growing up in the Unseelie Court meant learning how to fake a smile, how to lie directly to other sidhes’ faces, and to kill anyone who obstructs his path to power. At least, that’s the goal he’s led everyone to believe he has.
He’s not the only person hiding something in the shadows. A mysterious rogue, who has vowed his life and love to Valan, will risk everything to protect the truth.
But as their enemies—including Valan’s sadistic twin sister—close in and more than just their demi-immortal lives are at stake, Valan’s going to need something beyond an arsenal of magic and manipulation to keep their twisted secrets safe.
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Excerpt
Domhnall’s eyes narrowed slightly, so slightly that it barely registered as a change in expression, then walked out of the bathhouse without saying another word. Valan watched his brother’s retreat, thinking of all the things in his life that had come to symbolize everything he was not, and briefly wished he hadn’t been exposed to stories about “happy families”. He wouldn’t have to wonder what it’d be like to have a sibling he didn’t have to fear would murder him if he ever made the mistake of appearing too strong, all for the never-ending climb for power.
Too often, Valan had observed that those who constantly dragged down others to reach greater heights would discover, only after all that effort, that they merely stood upon corpses barely above the muck—not the promised mountain of greatness and glory. Domhnall, who had done everything right according to Unseelie expectations, still hadn’t acquired this “greatness” that had been all but assured.
Author Bio
Skye Crawford is a house-trained, 1,001 year old nonbinary ghoul prone to biting anyone who gets too close, preferring the company of hellhounds, prehistoric beasts, and poisonous plants. If ever caught lurking outside of their California crypt it usually means they got lost trying to smell the roses and should be directed back into the nearest tomb. Their writing skills come from after years of realizing that grunting noises turn out to be a poor form of communication. What news that escapes their tomb can be found at skyecrawford.org
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