Blood Faerie (Caledonia Fae)
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Unjustly sentenced to death, Eilidh ran--away from faerie lands, to the streets of Perth, Scotland. Just as she has grown accustomed to exile, local police discover a mutilated body outside the abandoned church where she lives. Recognising the murder as the work of one of her own kind, Eilidh must choose: flee, or learn to tap into the forbidden magic that cost her everything.
The Caledonia Fae Fantasy Book Series
The modern tale begins in Perth, Scotland, where a police constable chases a serial killer, only to discover the crime has roots in the supernatural, a paranormal reality he never knew existed. During his murder investigation, contact with a mysterious woman stirs his dormant druidic powers, changing his life forever. She, and the killer, are fae. In this bestselling urban and epic fantasy book series, humans are plucked from Scotland, England, The Netherlands, Germany, The United States, Australia, and elsewhere and transported into the faerie realm. They learn to build a new life, tame their magic, even find love, all while facing danger, murder, kidnapping, and chaos. Those who survive will usher a new era into the Otherworld.
Book 1: Blood Faerie
Book 2: Azuri Fae
Book 3: Enemy of the Fae
Book 4: Druid Lords
Book 5: Elder Druid
Book 6: Age of Druids
tell Hallward. He had no clue how he’d manage that, but first things first. Eilidh sat for a long time without speaking. Munro waited. Finally, he said, “Eilidh?” She didn’t meet his eyes. Her expression had grown distant, and she stared vaguely into the trees. “You must leave this to me, Munro. You cannot stop one who casts blood shadows.” “Eilidh,” he said, more sternly this time. She looked up. “I do not think even I can stop him. He must be an outcast like me, but I do not know
blood shadows. It would have frightened me even if I had every kingdom Watcher at my back. But instead I have to face it alone.” “That’s my point. You aren’t alone. I’m right here.” “You are—” “Not fae? Yeah, I get that. I’m different, but I’m here, I’m willing, and I’m not afraid. I might be different, but I’m not less.” His anger had risen, and she saw the intensity of his feeling shine brightly in his eyes. “No,” she agreed. “Not less.” She wanted to explain the things he couldn’t
disliked him instantly. If Eilidh had an ethereal presence about her, this guy did doubly so. He had straight golden hair that hung down his back and skin that was more yellow-gold than tan. His clothing was definitely not from any shop Munro knew. The faerie wore kidskin trousers that fit his long legs perfectly and a flowing woven shirt of a green so dark it looked nearly black. The faerie was taller than Eilidh and easily reached Munro’s own height. “Quinton,” she said, “This is Saor. He
too?” Saor narrowed his eyes. “Certainly not.” Despite the awkward moment, the faerie held out a bundle of sticks with both hands. “For your hearth,” he said. Munro would have thought it a useless gift, not to mention a strange one, but he felt something about the sticks that he couldn’t quite place. He didn’t know what they did, but he could tell they weren’t ordinary twigs. “Thank you,” he said gruffly. Eilidh stepped forward and guided Munro to the living room. “You are vexed with
rose early, a full three hours before the shops would open. This left Eilidh plenty of time. She stretched and made her way to the roof of St Paul’s, using the loose flap on a boarded-up window to exit into the gloom. Lifeless grey clouds hung low and dulled the glow of the summer sun. Light mist fell, making the mossy stone ledges slick. Eilidh glanced up and down the street and to the buildings around her before she made her way to the pavement below. Years ago, she’d cast a light warding