BORN A HERO, DIE A HERO © 2017 mars

❝ THE LAW AIN'T NEVER BEEN A FRIEND OF MINE. ❞ in the year 1864, twenty-four-year-old american outlaw jesse jordan gets caught and hanged, but his story doesn't end there. he ends up in hell, but he manages to slip through the devil's fingers. he snags a completely new body along with one of hell's treasures - an intricately carved, delicate golden ring that stops any supernatural creature from locating him with ease. but hell doesn't let its sinners go so easily. a demon is sent to get him, to catch him and return him to hell where he will face eternal torment. to make it as hard for them as possible, jordan hides himself away in the smallest, most out of the way town in america he could possibly find - graymore, california. There, he meets his ex-boyfriend casey hawkes and lives in graymore for a while in relative peace - until things begin to happen. animals are found dead, drained of their blood and organs. houses are found burned down in the mornings, but no one remembers smelling any smoke. a little girl disappears. jordan must find out the reason graymore has gone from a charming, sleepy village to a place that positively reeks of terror, the damned, and something much, much worse. he may be the only one that can save the inhabitants of this little town, quite possibly at the cost of his own soul, but damn him - jesse jordan has never been a good man.

cover by the talented ellis ( @rubyruins ) ❝ is this what i have bred in the shah's harem? a girl that disregards every precept of his law and presumes to bring him to his knees with nothing but a smile? ❞ | IN WHICH A GIRL AND A CROWN AND A THRONE BRING A NATION TO THEIR KNEES AND A GOD TO THE FOREFRONT | ❝ they think he is a god. i know better than that. ❞ (full summary inside)

we're all villains in the end © 2017 mars

Immortality requires great stamina.

HOLLOW PLACES, COMING SOON. four deaths. all more gruesome then the next.

In midst of their boring, routine infected lives, six intellects at the prestigious Hones University try to grasp the fundamentals of a concept long lusted over by mankind: immortality. But when they end up going astray, they fall into a hole far from the beauty of Wonderland; spiraling into a whirlwind of secrets, crime and treason.

they speak to one another through held glances, exasperated sighs and sharp, nervous movements. in hushed, dead languages i'd never understand. messages tapped through oak tables to each other. they seemed so elite-the way they carried themselves; an unattainable and glorious confidence i lacked. they, known or unknowingly, flaunted their effortless perfection and intimidated nearly everyone they came in contact with. i wanted so badly to join their ranks. out of curiosity? loneliness? the thrill of being able to say i know them? why, i wasn't exactly sure, i felt this burning need to get close to them when they had paid little to no attention to me at all.

❝Come. Kiss me godless.❞ Beauty. Terror. Chaos. We are creatures of song and sin. Blessed with destruction. Cursed with allure. Born with the blood of humanity, Heaven and Hell scorching through our veins. The blood of angels. The blood of demons. The blood of merciful mortality. Divinities swathed in man's finite chains. copyright © Kael Mari | -godling 2020

"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •