i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •

Luna is the Moonwarden, a chosen guardian of the moon. Her duty is to set it in the sky each night and gather it each morning. Cloistered away from those who would wish to use her for the moon's power, Luna is visited in her tower by a boy with the sun tied around his neck. This is my little entry to the #MidnightSunMovie contest so please give it some love!

Striving to secure her future through marriage, an heiress with a dubious pedigree begins to question who she truly is -- and who she wants to be. ***** Edith Shepley looks like a Wyrm. She takes after her father, whoever he was -- she doesn't know, and even if she cared to, it would hardly change things. She is a proper Folk lady, as sure as the sun rises, trained from the cradle to govern as Baroness of Ewert someday. And she knows her duty. A woman, now, at sixteen years old, the time has come for Edith to marry and beget Ewert's next heir. Journeying from country estates to city townhouses, through war-ravaged lands in between, Edith diligently considers suitor after suitor, some sweet, some baffling, some detestable -- and, suddenly, who her father was begins to matter very much. The more she sees of her mother's society, the more Edith questions whether she really is Folk, after all. And the more she's stung by its insults, its injuries and injustices, the more she wonders if she really even wants to be. But what is a proper young lady to do, if not her duty? Book One of The Unfinished Wyrm! Wattys 2017 "The Storysmiths" winner!

There are stories about a monster who walks amongst people unseen, one that collects the hearts of the tragic victims who travel through the forest. Aceline Capet, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, knows this story well, but already at eleven years of age, she is much too old for fairytales. There are so many more things to worry about like the reigning government's total upheaval, their family's escape to an unknown village, or her two perfect, overbearing sisters. Having left their luxurious way of life behind, her family adjusts to its new, penniless position in society and Aceline struggles with both loss and revenge. However, many years later, on the eve of her 20th birthday and after a terrible financial adventure, life takes a perilous turn when Aceline finds out a contract was made between her father and a powerful faerie. In exchange for a white rose, one person must offer themselves up to the unknown and terrible Faerie Lord living in the forest.

A campy Beauty and the Beast! Julia Swift is terribly sexy. Unfortunately there's nothing she can do about it. While attempting to hide in plain sight from a world she fears only wants to use her, she is claimed as a personal stylist by vivacious socialite, Vérité Claire, a glamorous eccentric with a penchant for guiding talented oddballs to meet their potential. Her curious crew includes sassy housekeeper, Lotte, insanely territorial biographer, Bernard, and eventually Orson Vaughn, a hulking outcast living in self-imposed exile since being betrayed in his shameful past. In spite of Julia's trust issues and Orson's tendency towards self-sabotage, they grow closer through a series of exchanged favours until two people who are trying very hard to be invisible are seeing an awful lot of each other. Will a final favour which sees Julia helping Orson in a revenge plot against former adversaries put too great a strain on their unlikely relationship and prevent it from blossoming into something more? If Vérité Claire has anything to say about it then the answer is, "Not a chance, darlings!" So powder your noses because The Favoured, The Fair and Ms. Vérité Claire is a light-hearted Beauty and Beast-like romantic farce with a pie-throwing, rodeo-riding, chocolate covered, diamond studded French-tipped twist! Swoon responsibly. *No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author.

[Wattpad Picks: Editors' Choice] Saoirse's blood dances with iron and trickery, a secret she has managed to sheathe from all faery alike. Until now, that is. When Saoirse's cunning and charade is shredded to bits by the malevolent interfering of faery royalty, Saoirse makes a vow of thorns; edged and prickly, one dangerous enough to cost her the life she invoked it for. To keep her life and the cursed magic that makes her both admired and feared, she must use her prized gifts to cross faery territory and charm her way into the heart of the Alder King's Court at the command of the Spring.

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I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

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