Showing results for "The Book of Curses" in Fantasy

For the past two years, a virus aptly named Dawn has risen every day at first light to kill any human it touches, turning them into ravenous zombies. There's no cure, no form of resistance against it, nothing to turn things around. Most of the living humans are gone now. Only those of us with a different kind of blood are spared the killing blow of Dawn. With the dead walking and eating their way across the lands, I fight every day to stay alive. I'm fae and trapped here on Earth after a vacation gone wrong, wandering this doomed realm with only a virtual pet for company.

War is coming to Prosper Woods and I would do anything to prevent it. The last thing I planned was to start a war but when I rejected Penelope McCurdy, breaking our betrothal, I should have known her father, clan leader Alistair McCurdy, wouldn’t let it go. He’s promised to wipe out my clan and kill everyone I’ve ever loved but I won’t let that happen. Most of all, I’m not about to let anyone harm Emory, my precious mate. I’d lay down my life to protect him.

Clara has a secret. She is obsessed with the mysterious Countess Antonia Arco, a woman Clara has never even met. When Clara is hired to work in the remote Arco castle as a live-in librarian, the two women are enthralled in a passionate romance. But the castle hides sinister secrets within its walls, and Clara soon realizes that nothing is as it seems. When Antonia is revealed as an immortal monster, Clara is thrown into a world of ancient rituals and perverse eroticism.

You probably won’t like my story. Heck, I’m not sure if I even like it myself. It’s AD 1154, and my sister Jules and I are trapped in medieval France. My name is Guillaume Lanval, but most people me Gill (and also Henry - long story!) and this is my pretty epic tale about how I braved the cliffs of Dover to become king, how I finally got the girl, and experienced some magical shit along the way.

You probably won’t like my story. Heck, I’m not sure if I even like it myself. It’s 1154 AD, and my sister Jules and I are trapped in medieval France. Even worse, I’m about to be crowned king. It can’t be all bad, because I’ve met someone, my lady in red, and this part of my story is all about her. My name is Guillaume, but you can call me Gill, and despite what you hear, this story might be my sister’s fault.

You probably won't like my story. Heck, I'm not sure if I even like it myself. Between getting burned at the stake and being drowned, almost twice, it's quite a lot to swallow. I'm not sure where it all went wrong. Everything was going fine my freshman year of college as a history major. I had a full-time job as a paramedic and any girl I wanted was mine. When tragedy struck our family, I found myself in France with my sister, Jules. And she just had to touch that mirror. She had to get us transported to the middle ages. 1155 A.D., to be exact. What. The. Hell.