Enfri is the last sky woman of her village. She is a healer, herbalist, and midwife. The day she is visited by Jin, a beautiful assassin in service to the king, Enfri starts down a path towards the truth of her heritage and the reason why she has been condemned to die by the crown. Using her wits and the magic of a scholarly dragon to survive, Enfri flees into the desert from a coterie of beast-eyed killers. (New and revised version is now available in paperback and Kindle on Amazon.)

✴︎Featured on Wattpad✴︎ Born into slavery, bound by Fate, and forbidden to love. One faerie will do anything to be free. It's not easy being a child of chaos. Disaster follows Isiilde wherever she goes, but that's the least of her problems-she's a faerie trapped in a realm of humans. And worse yet, she's a nymph. Destined to be sold when she comes of age, Isiilde breaks into the vault of a powerful immortal to steal coin for her escape. But, instead of finding treasure, she (accidentally) releases a fiend into the realm. As penance for her crime, the immortal tasks her with capturing the fiend. Only events quickly spiral out of control amid political scheming, power-hungry madmen, and three kingdoms bidding for her ownership. One lone nymph stands at the center of destruction, with her heart bound to a man as mysterious as her strange affinity with fire. Isiilde is far more than she seems. And so is the man who wins her heart. Fate doesn't stand a chance against a chaotic fire nymph. A character-driven high fantasy novel with coming-of-age themes, pyromaniac faerie, and friends-to-lovers tropes. Previously published as A Thread in the Tangle. A story of innocence and brutality, of love and loss, and courage and hope. It contains mature subject matter. For a list of content warnings: visit www.sabrinaflynn.com This story contains sample chapters of the first book in a series that is available on all online stores.

WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

Astrid Bardman is a pure blood vampire and she is unique in every way. She is the only girl in her family as Mrs.Bardman didn't want to stop trying for a baby girl and on there sixth try they got there darling baby girl. But Astrid is different she posses this strong power and what they dont know is she may even be the strongest vampire they have ever seen. But there is one more surprise Astrid is deaf ****************************************************** "Doctor... why is my baby not looking at me" Mrs. Bardman cries out hysterically as she cradles her baby girl in her arms. "Calm down dear I'm sure everything is fine" Mr. Bardman whispers trying to soothe his wife. "Mr. and Mrs. Bardman it would appear that your baby is...deaf Just then Mrs. Bardman collapses to the floor

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake