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Promises to Keep: A Clandestine Darkness Novel

Promises to Keep: A Clandestine Darkness Novel

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Promises to Keep: A Clandestine Darkness Novel

Length:
110 pages
1 hour
Released:
Nov 19, 2019
ISBN:
9781773920450
Format:
Book

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Starlette DeFore knows that her father is alive. Her search leads to Charleston, SC and a man named Sivad Night, who is rumored to have escaped from her father's captor, the Dark Lady Dreashae. With help from a witch, Starlette travels to Verella, a fantasy realm filled with centaurs, dragons, and magic. Will Starlette, a mere mortal, have the strength needed to finish her quest and save her father?

Released:
Nov 19, 2019
ISBN:
9781773920450
Format:
Book

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Promises to Keep - Heather Dade

Fantasy

Starlette DeFore knows that her father is alive. Her search leads to Charleston, SC and a man named Sivad Night, who is rumored to have escaped from her father’s captor, the Dark Lady Dreashae. With help from a witch, Starlette travels to Verella, a fantasy realm filled with centaurs, dragons, and magic. Will Starlette, a mere mortal, have the strength needed to finish her quest and save her father?

Promises To Keep © 2019 by Heather Dade

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, or events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Cover Art © 2019 by Eerilyfair Design

Layout and Book Production by Lea Schizas

eBook ISBN: 978-1-77392-045-0

First eBook Edition *November 2019

For Cameron Ronnie.

No matter what happens just remember,

nothing is impossible.

Promises To Keep

Clandestine Darkness

Forbidden Magic

Promises to Keep

Heather Dade

MuseItUp Publishing

www.museituppublishing.com

CHAPTER 1

Where is he?

The guttural growl escaped my throat as I pinned the creature against the wall. The last thing I needed was the runaround from something like him. He struggled against me, trying to loosen my grip, knowing I was only human. If he could slip from my grasp then he could disappear into the night, like some sort of damned vampire. I slammed my fist against his jaw, reminding him who had the upper hand.

Where’s my father?

His eyes betrayed his fear. It was a good feeling, knowing that a mere human could strike fear in the hearts of faeries everywhere.

How the hell should I know? he rasped. I guess it hurt trying to talk after getting punched in the jaw. You know what the rumors say, Startlette. He died ten years ago.

We both know that he’s not dead. I pulled out a knife. The blade was etched with ancient runes. The blade pressed against his throat and his eyes grew wide. I wasn’t stupid. Normal knives wouldn’t kill someone of his kind, a faerie, but a blade made of iron would. I had done my homework.

Ask Sivad, the faerie said. Panic was written all over his features. Sivad Night. He knows almost anything about people who have been to Verella.

Where can I find this…Sivad?

Randa, South Carolina last I heard. He moves around a lot. He looked down at the blade still threatening his throat. I’ve helped you as much as I can. Can I go?

I thought about this piece of information. Randa, South Carolina. My father had lived there for several years before meeting my mother and moving up to Boston, Massachusetts. I think I was going to have to pay this Sivad Night a visit.

I gripped the knife and sliced it across the faerie’s throat. Blood spurted across my face and shirt as his body fell. I watched as he writhed on the ground, observing his eyes until I knew for sure that he was dead. You should never turn your back on a seemingly dead corpse. They always have a way of getting back up to kill you.

Searching the faerie, I came across a faint pattern across his arm. At first glance one would think that it was a tattoo of some sort. But colors this fresh only meant one thing; fey. That explained why he tried to bargain with me. Even if he had gotten away, he didn’t have any magic to use against me. Dreashae’s warriors were primarily made up of fey. She used them for their strength and agility. While there are two types of faeries—the non-magical, fey, and the magical, sihde—I believe that Dreashae choose the fey because they could never be a threat to her. If she had chosen sihde to guard her, she’d have to constantly watch her back.

I walked home, making sure that I stuck to alleys and dark roads. It was never good for a human to see you covered in blood; they tended to assume things. I opened the door to my apartment and walked inside. The first thing my eyes saw after my door swung open was a picture of my father that I had hung on the wall.

Ronan DeFore was the perfect father. His short black hair and kind, expressive green eyes didn’t tell much about him. His mustache, though, seemed to speak volumes. With that mustache, he looked strict. Almost like if you did one little thing wrong, then he would ground you for life.

I barely remember his voice.

When I was twelve, my father died. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told. My mother said it was a quick illness. But I know that isn’t so. I remember the strange woman coming to the house, with long black hair and even blacker eyes. From her forehead to her chin was a deep gash, but it wasn’t bleeding. It was already starting to heal. She told my mother that my father wouldn’t be coming home.

At the funeral, a man walked up to my mother. He had very short, dark hair. If the sun hit his hair just right, it looked like a shade of forest green. His eyes were sea foam green. Even though it was the middle of June, he wore a heavy suit. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t touch her. He just looked into my mother’s eyes until she broke down crying. His name was Fared, and he was the first fey that I hunted. The first that I killed to get the information I wanted.

It wasn’t until high school that I decided to do something. The dreams about my father and the black eyed woman haunted me. Every night it was the same dream over and over. My father was being mugged and a woman stopped to help him. She could create magic with her hands, a sight that he had never seen before. She was so tiny and fragile. She looked human. I know now that she was a witch. As she was helping my father get his possessions back from the thugs, the dark haired woman appeared behind her, a large knife upraised in her hands. My father lunged at her, tearing the knife from her grasp and giving her a large gash on her face. She retreated, seemingly defeated. The witch turned to my father, fear expressed in her cerulean eyes.

She’ll get you for that, she says. No one harms a sorceress and gets away with it.

I stopped having that dream after I went to the alley where the witch had saved my father. There she was, just as she looked when she saved my father from the muggers. She told me that her name was Tabitha Desdamona Drake, and that she was obligated to help me.

After all, she said, This is all my fault.

She told me that the black haired woman, a sorceress named Dreashae, had been after her for years.

I killed her son. Not out of cold blood, mind you. He was kidnapping humans and bringing them to Verella.

She explained that Verella was what they called a land that was not of this realm. Within this land dwelt the creatures of fantasy lore. Certain kingdoms were more dangerous than others, especially the ones that had faeries. Tabitha Desdamona didn’t know much other than that about Verella. She said that she had never been there.

How does this help my father? I didn’t care about sorceresses or fey. I just cared about getting my father back.

Tabitha Desdamona put me on the trail of Fared, the fey that was at my father’s funeral. She gave me my rune etched knife and her cell phone number.

If you need my help, call. She looked at me, curiosity filling her eyes. What is your name?

Starlette DeFore.

"Good luck, Star. You’re going to

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