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Author: Sarah K.L. Wilson
Publication Date: January 7, 2020
Can one mortal take on all of Faerieland?
From USA Today bestselling author Sarah K. L. Wilson comes a deliciously trope-filled young adult romantic fantasy about a viciously humorous mortal girl and her quest to hunt, trap, and conquer powerful fae.
Our lives are nursery rhymes and faerie stories now, Allie.
When Allie Hunter's twin sister steps through a magic circle into the Faerie realm, she opens the door to deadly fae, bent on causing havoc and harm to Allie's village.
Rendered blind to all but the spirit world, Allie is frustrated and angry but determined to bring the fae down. No matter what that might cost her.
But in a world where lies are truth, power is sustenance, and every action ripples into violence, how can one mortal stop all of Faerieland?
For lovers of The Cruel Prince and An Enchantment of Ravenscomes a world of violent fae royals, trickery, and magic. Grab the first book of this hot new series today!
Excerpt: Fae Hunter by Sarah K.L. Wilson
The way she looked down coyly, the way her dark lashes made fans over her cheeks and her rapid breathing made her chest rise and fall so quickly that eyes were drawn to her form – well, maybe she didn’t know what that might do to a man. I had a pretty good idea. I’d been watching boys’ eyes get big around Hulanna all my life. She was the pretty one. The dreamy one. The one everyone wanted to know.
But she hadn’t been good when she convinced me to come here with her.
Our parents were going to be so angry when we got home. Furious.
“I had a dream,” she had said while we were herding the goats to the high pasture this morning. “And it was of a place where gemstones are more common than wildflowers.”
“Sounds cold,” I’d said, twitching my rod to remind the goats to keep going.
“Of a place where everyone is beyond beautiful – like the angels of heaven.”
“I hate beautiful people,” I said, prodding one of the goats with my finger to move his stubborn behind down the path. “They don’t bother being anything else. They aren’t funny or smart or wise or interesting – they’re just pretty because that’s all they need to be.”
“The food there was all ambrosia and truffles,” she sighed.
“Have you ever had ambrosia? I mean, the bards talk about it as if it’s amazing, but what if it’s just goat’s milk? Maybe it’s all a scheme that some ambrosia dealer down on the lowlands uses to get people wanting something that’s actually awful.”
But she wasn’t having any of my cynical attitude today.
“There was a prince there – the most beautiful prince in the world with raven black hair to his shoulders and huge green eyes and corded, rippling muscles running down through his core, and …”
“Let’s stop the image there,” I said dryly. “The only core I’m interested in right now is the core of the apple waiting for me with my lunch.”
“Don’t be like that, Allie. Will you come with me to the Star Stones?” she’d asked – no, begged – and she’d turned that look on me. It was the look she was giving him right now. The look that would make you do anything.