Posts Tagged ‘Dark Fantasy’

New Release: The Aching Darkness

December 2, 2017 - 8:18 pm No Comments

The Aching Darkness:A Dark Fantasy Anthology by Parker Sinclair ~ Alexia Purdy ~ Jessica Ozment~ Robert Stock
Sensuality, Madness, Tortured Souls, & Dangerous Beings


These pages contain thrilling short stories for the dark fantasy lover. Fight grotesque, body and soul consuming creatures, hacking off their limbs with sharp pointy weapons, as Dark Angel, Ilese, defends humanity, in A Darker Fall. Find your true power as the head witch in your ancient coven, while hiding a terrible secret costing you everyone you love in White Matron. Mind meld with killer, lover, and immortal, Joe Smith, in Lord of Blood. Travel to Sin City for a Post-Apocalyptic Vampire of Vegas story stocked with vampires and zombies in Brevity.

Depravity, Lies, Blood, Sex, & Magic
Will Set Your Pulse Pounding
Your Spine Tingling & Your Mind Reeling

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Blackwing: The Raven’s Mark 1 Ed McDonald

July 30, 2017 - 6:38 pm No Comments

Blackwing
Author: Ed McDonald
Publisher: Gollancz
Page count: 435pp
Release Date: 27th July 2017
Online: @EdMcDonaldTFK, @Gollancz, @StevieFinegan, #Blackwing

Captain Ryhalt Galharrow has brought a crew of mercenaries/soldiers into the ‘Misery’ where sympathisers have fled. And it’s his job to get them back. On his arm, he has a tattoo of a raven, which materialises in an incredibly painful way into real life and allows him to talk to Crowfoot; one of the Nameless and his boss of sorts. Stuck in the Misery, Crowfoot suddenly Orders the Captain and his crew to head for Station Twelve to find a woman.
There are plenty of twists and turns on our journey and it is a blend of Grimdark fantasy, magic and a kind of post apocalyptic setting.
“Everything in the Misery is broken. Everything is wrong”.
Ah, the Misery. Difficult to explain without too many spoilers but I’ll give it my best shot.
If you’re into genre TV, for me it felt like a mix between the underside in Stranger Things with a blend of Purgatory from S7/8 of Supernatural.
It’s a dark, unforgiving place that feels ‘other’. And the creatures tha live there are deadly, weird as hell and dangerous.
Captain Galharrow, the narrator, has that rugged, worn, anti-hero vibe going on, tarnished by life. A perfect example is how he describes his band of followers;
“How I’d managed to pick up such worthless gutter rats I couldn’t recall. Out of brandy, twenty miles into the Misery and a troop of vermin at my heels.” Brilliant tone of voice full of sarcasm and nonchalance with a good dose of pessimism here.
One of my favourite of the Gang is Nenn; a female cutthroat with her nose torn off, a wooden one in its place. She chews black sap, swears, fights and is the right hand woman for the captain. I love the fact that McDonald points out quite early, she is not ‘with’ Galharrow in a romantic or sexual sense. In fact, he uses humour to effect as Galharrow tells the reader he’s not exactly handsome, his jaw had “certainly taken enough of a pounding” and though Nenn claims to get a ‘hellcat in the sack’ their relationship remains platonic. We have a strong, unique female character who is judged by her skills and qualities not her skill in the bedroom. Fabulous.
The banter and ribaldry between the crew is really entertaining and humorous, the dialogue sharp and witty. There is a penetrating darkness to the environment and the action that happens in the book, making this a gritty and sometimes cruel read. There’s plenty of bloodshed and a fair old body count to be had here! This is not for the faint hearted.

Just an additional note yo add is it’s a beautiful looking book to hold in your hands, the paper edges dyed black and a gloriously grim and mysterious cover.
A brilliant gripping debut that I suspect will garner awards in 2018.

Light Dawning by Ty Arthur

July 1, 2017 - 6:15 am 1 Comment

Light Dawning by Ty Arthur

Published on 26th May 2017

228 pages

Reviewed by Yvonne Davies

Cestia was once an affluent land, now under Southern rule. With battles breaking out all over the city, the population were not enjoying living in squalor and fear. With this story concentrating on 4 individuals Myrr a petty thief, Casterley a resident of Cestia caught up in the conflict, Tala a young woman with mystic powers abandoned by her protectors and Father Erret a religious fanatic.

Each of the main characters had major flaws and at the start had their own agenda. Whilst they worked better together cracks began to show in the group the longer they spent in each other company. The longer Myrr and Tala spent together the closer they got and with each having an uncontrollable power the used each other as an anchor.

From the start of this story you can feel the oppression and despair. The descriptive way the author writes gives you the feeling that you are there trudging in their footsteps getting soaked through to the bone. Throughout this book, there is no definitive hero, each of the main characters had a different part to play in this adventure. Whilst I found the story to be a slow start it soon picked up pace and with graphic fight scenes made this an exciting read. For me the highlight of the book was the short story at the end and author’s note. A dystopian read with a difference.

Eroticon Competition Fusion

November 26, 2016 - 12:35 am No Comments

Fusion

Theresa Derwin

The gateway only opened for a few seconds but it was long enough to let them escape. I jumped through after the dark-fae, desperate to fuse the two partitions shut before anymore breached the city.

It was my job to guard the entrance; and I had failed. How many had snuck through that breach?

I sniffed the air, scenting for traces of dark magic.

There. Just a hint.

I grabbed my dagger and headed towards the dark-fae.

***

It took me a little over forty minutes to track him; would’ve took a purebred longer, but I was good. And I was a halfling.

I smelled him before I saw him, all apple and spice; yummy.
I’d known that dark-fae were pretty irresistible, but this one was breathtaking. He was at least 6ft 3in, broad shoulders swathed in a long black coat, shoulder-length brown hair, and piercing green eyes. And those lips. Damn, I felt my lady parts clench at the thought of him.

Molly, get control!

I took a deep breath and edged towards him, blade at the ready in case, dousing him in sleep-dust.

He dropped to the ground of the alleyway in a heap.

Good. I needed him alive.

***
The dark-fae came around slowly, shaking his head to rouse himself. Even that small action aroused me. He grunted, shook his head again, opening those gorgeous green eyes.
“Morning handsome,” I said.
“Ugh, what happened?” His voice was deep, throaty. I liked it.
I liked him. But I shouldn’t like anything about him. He was the bad guy.

“I’m not a bad guy really,” he said, with a smile.

Huh, I don’t remember saying that out loud.

“You didn’t,” he said, “I can hear your thoughts girl, you’re practically screamin at me.”

“Yeah right. And don’t call me girl!” I admonished.

“Seriously, I’m a reformed character,” he said, completely ignoring my ‘girl’ comment.

I snorted, splashing him with sugar-water.

He screamed, and fought against his bonds.

Good luck, I thought. Those chains were iron.

When he’d got over screaming he glared at me, and I stumbled back as I ‘heard’ him in my head ‘saying’ “Iron? Thanks for that!”

Fae were kind of allergic to iron.
Then the penny dropped; he could hear my thoughts and I could hear his. What the holy f-

“Yep, girl- sorry, Molly. We can hear each other. We’re mates.”

“We’re not even on speaking terms, let alone mates you idiot! And why would that mean – oh!”

Oh, crap, double crap, he meant mates as in life-mates, lovers, shag buddies.

“Oh you’re so romantic,” he said, “can’t wait to get you into bed! That’ll be fun.”

“You should be so lucky!” I snarled, offended despite the fact I so had no intention of sleeping with him.
“Really?” he asked, looking me up and down.
And I gulped.
Okay, he was hot. Very hot. And I had to admit I found him attractive; annoying as hell, but still, attractive. But there was no way –
“Even if it closes the gate?” he asked, almost innocently.
Triple crap. There was only one way to fuse the gateway closed, to keep anymore dark-fae escaping, and that was through sex.
I looked at his smouldering green eyes and let out a ragged breath.
It’s a hard job, I thought, but someone has to do it.

***
“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered, staring at the naked, broad, olive-skinned chest and shoulders that faced me. I mean, literally faced me – he was at least a foot taller.
He’d stripped off in just a couple of swift moves and I was gaping at how delicious he looked. All tanned skin and muscle.
We were stood in front of the graffitied, brick wall, invisible to mundane eyes, both undressed.
“Jared,” he breathed, eyeing me up and down.
I’d stripped before him, brave, but now I felt self-conscious as he drank me in, then moved towards me, predator-like, his tall figure just inches in front of mine.
“Jared,” I said, my tongue suddenly dry.
“Beautiful,” he returned, one strong arm grasping my hips, the other, cradling my neck and reaching down to kiss me.
I forgot everything as he swooped in and his lips took mine, his tongue moving expertly in an intimate dance, stealing my breath away.
The magic rose as he continued to kiss me,
Then the arm grasping my hip was suddenly gone, and I felt warm flesh between us and gasped as his finger plunged deep inside me, finding that sweet spot.
“Oh gods,” I screamed, as his fingers moved inside me, playing with my clitoris, gentle yet eager, alternately building me up towards orgasm then pulling me back down, until it was almost all-consuming.
“For the God’s Sake, Jared,” I whimpered, as his mouth pulled away, finding one erect nipple, then the next, his tongue flicking over the bud, then a flash of light and he was inside me, pushing, slowly at first.
“Molly,” he breathed, lifting me up and shoving my back against the wall that firmed the gateway” “You’re mine.”
I should’ve been offended, but I was too busy spiralling to my first orgasm in years, as he thrust inside me, nuzzling my neck and groaning my name, his movements becoming faster and faster, the tingling and warmth inside me, rippling, then growing until finally, our screams roared out in unison.
The orgasm burst through me, a tidal wave of pleasure and magic offering me the release I needed as I collapsed back into the wall, shuddering through the ecstasy.
I felt him come inside me, a jack knife of pleasure roaring through us both, the magic rushing between us, in us, then into the gateway, fusing the two halves into one while.
Just like us, I thought absently, my head flopping onto his firm shoulders as my whole body sagged.
I felt the gateway close, a million dark souls screaming in frustration as the magic sealed it shut, forever.

 

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Once Upon a Cursed Time: Dark Fairytale Anthology by RL Weeks, JL Clayton, Terri Nixon, Steve Evans, RB Wood, Aimee Shaye, Genevieve Moultrie, Lauretta L Kehoe, Mike Kehoe, MaryAnn Alexander J Y Delgrado

October 5, 2016 - 9:09 pm No Comments

51cpv-m1e-lOnce Upon a Cursed Time: Dark Fairytale Anthology by RL Weeks, JL Clayton, Terri Nixon, Steve Evans, RB Wood, Aimee Shaye, Genevieve Moultrie, Lauretta L Kehoe, Mike Kehoe, MaryAnn Alexander J Y Delgrado

Published 24th September 2016

299 pages

Reviewed by Yvonne Davies

Like the majority of children, I grew up with fairytales and I still have my collection on my bookshelf. This anthology is fairytales for adults, a remake of some of the favourite tales but with a dark twist.

Whenever I read an anthology I always have my favourites, and this was no exception. For the purpose of this review I will just mention the ones I loved the most.

Ugly Scars by RL Weeks, a retelling of The Ugly Duckling. Milly Swann and Tom and very much in love, but Tom has a dark secret. This story involves the skinning of people and the creation of a creature which reminded me of Frankenstein’s Monster.

Path of Thorns by Terri Nixon, Hansel and Gretel, my favourite tale retold. Ellie and Jack are brother and sister and live in a workhouse, they are sent out to work but after they escape they come across the fairy folk of the forest, where Ellie has a major decision to make.

 Beauty and the Beast within by Mike Kehoe. The story follows closely to the main story of Beauty and the Beast, but the major twist the author puts in this story was really unexpected and was a great alternative ending to this favourite tale.    

Pin by JL Clayton.  A female puppet and black magic what is the worst that could happen. I enjoyed how the author threw in other favourites to the story, Jim Cricket, a rotting helper of the dark fairy and the song that is played in the movie “When you wish upon a star”. JL has said that she will write a novel about Pin and I really hope she does.

Prince’s Recreant by Steve Evans, what an unusual retelling of the Princess and the Pea. Involving gruesome games which resulted in deaths. This story held my interest from start to finish and I loved the twist at the end.  

Skinderella by Lauretta L Kehoe. I loved the way that the ugly sisters tried to make themselves beautiful so they could marry the prince, and their mother was one sick individual.

There were a couple of fairytales that I had not heard off but this did not stop me enjoying the book. Each author had their own style of writing and I could not fault any of the stories. RL Weeks did a great job getting these authors together and whilst the majority I knew and have read. I am glad that I have found a few new authors for me to follow.

If you like your fairytales dark and twisted, then get this book. I hope that there will be another Once upon a time in the near future. Brilliant stories.