A New Fae Story for Next Year? Excerpt Wednesday: The Deadly Fae

I turned in SEAL Wolf Undercover and Vexing the Highlander and played with creating some video trailers.

Not sure what I’m going to do yet with this fae, but, it’ll come next year. Here is the excerpt for:

The Deadly Fae

The World of Fae

Book 2

Terry Spear

The Deadly Fae

Copyright © 2011 by Terry Spear

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

 

 

The Deadly Fae:

 

Lady Sessily is a dark fae, an assassin, and she intends to retire and take up some other occupation so she can have a normal life. Get a boyfriend. Visit the human world to hassle humans like many of her kind do. Attend fae kingdom parties, not as the mystery woman who is scoping out her next intended victim, but just to have fun. Until tall, dark, handsome, and deadly interrupts her plans.

 

Lady Sessily is on a mission to assassinate a fae lord who is the most evil kind of fae. But when she is thwarted, not once, but twice by another fae lord, she is ready to strangle him. And she’ll do it for free.

 

Tall, dark, handsome and deadly Lord Fairhaven insists she do a job for him. Which she refuses. But the lord is not one to take no for an answer.

 

The crown prince of the cobra fae doesn’t know what to think when he hires a master assassin who turns out to be a woman–not her father like he’d been led to believe. But can she eliminate one of the most powerful queens of any of the fae kingdoms without getting herself killed?

 

He soon rethinks his plan as he gets to know the woman he begins to think of as his angel assassin.

CHAPTER 1

 

 

Wearing male fae clothes, breeches and a tunic, all black that would blend in with the dark alleys or the woods on a moonless night like a master thief on a mission, Lady Sessily stalked her target. Her dark curly brown hair was wound in braids and secured to the back of her head, then she’d covered it with a wide-brimmed ebony hat pulled low over her eyes that shadowed her face in the low light of the alley. The hat had been her father’s when he went on a mission like this, and now she proudly wore it, the black plumed feather waving like an invisible flag in the light breeze.

She peered out beyond the ancient stone building and watched the man she was hired to assassinate, swaggering with his arrogant pride as he headed toward the gaming house.

Lord Davenport loved collecting new brides and their dowries and eliminating them as soon as possible so that he could court another fae heiress. But only in another fae kingdom so that no one knew what he’d done in the last one.

Some fae wouldn’t have cared. One less fae of another kingdom, no problem. Not until they learned that it didn’t matter which kind he murdered. Any would do as long as she was available and wealthy.

But this time, he had married the wrong woman. As soon as Lord Davenport had targeted Lady Marguerite, her brother had tried to learn everything he could about the fae. By the time he had discovered Lord Davenport had a string of former wives, all dead of mysterious causes, his sister had already married the fae and was too in love to see anything but good in her new husband. Her brother could think of only one way to get rid of the lord before he murdered his sister. He contacted the Denkar fae assassin guild to end the lord’s life, not that the brother knew who he was really hiring.

Sessily was certain Lady Marguerite’s brother would have said no to the deal.

Sessily had watched Lord Davenport’s movements for a day and a half, learning his routine, but not wanting to delay his demise. She wished she had longer to observe him, as she was most methodical in researching the behavior of her intended victims. Any mistake and she could be dead instead of her target. And if she died, the poor wife of the lord would be next.

Sessily stayed to the alleyways, watching his progress as he stalked along the dim-lighted street to the gambling house where he would spend another of his brides’ dowries. He was handsome, as men go, a blond fae, dressed in the finest of clothes, his bearing noble, and a real charmer with the ladies. But he was the worst of beasts, if one could discern the true man beneath the clothes and his bearing. He was the devil himself with only one thought in mind—which fae heiress would he claim next for his own?

Sessily almost wanted him to attempt to ply his charms on her. She was an heiress also. But in his case, she’d like to see how he tried to woo her before she put him out of his misery.

She’d never had a man show any interest in her. Not that she wasn’t attractive, or appealing, or smart, but making friends was an occupational hazard. How could she tell a guy she was truly interested in that she had to assassinate someone tonight? Could they get together later?

Fae women just didn’t serve as assassins, not in the assassin-guild sense. So keeping her secret was extremely important.

Normally, she would have just stalked the murderous lord, poisoned him, and collected her gold. She would have felt good that she’d saved his current bride from an early death and rid the world of one really bad fae.

But tonight, Sessily was feeling out of sorts. She was tired of hiding what she was, of never getting out and being with her kind, of living in seclusion at her castle. She glanced down at her dark clothes. She wasn’t dressed as a lady, either. She couldn’t garner any man’s attention in these clothes, except to suffer his ridicule. And maybe she’d even get herself arrested. She looked like she was ready to steal the silver and jewels from an estate, not like she was a fae heiress.

She was moving like a shadow, getting ready to blow a poisoned dart at Lord Davenport, not making a sound when she heard someone behind her. He moved almost as soundless as she did. But not quite. His footstep was heavy, and he shuffled just a bit. She whipped around to see a huge bear of a man swinging a cudgel at her head. She ducked, thanking the goddess for her agility.

“You’ll not be taking the money from him, you thief. He’s mine,” the man growled under his breath, his dark beard and hair long, and shaggy. His clothes were unwashed and if the breeze had been blowing in the right direction, she would have smelled his approach long before he had reached her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. This man intended to rob her target?

Maybe that could be a good thing. He could rob Lord Davenport, then she’d poison the lord, and the fae who investigated crimes in this kingdom would think the lord had been robbed and murdered by the same man.

But the thief swung the cudgel at her head again, the ring of gold around his pupils glowing brightly, revealing just how pissed off the fae was at her that she would target the man he intended to rob. And he didn’t intend to just knock her out with a feather-light touch either. His cudgel and hefty swing could kill a man.

She dove out of the way, felt the cudgel sweeping the air past her head, just missing her. Her heart raced as she tried to come up with another plan, slipping further into the dark alleyway. If she used her poison dart on the thief, she wouldn’t have it to use on the lord. She slid it back into her pocket.

In exasperation, she let out her breath in a rush. Most cities were too dangerous to live in. She much preferred her country estate.

Conjuring up a spell, she summoned fae dust and tossed a handful at his eyes. The gold shimmering particles like fine sand pelted his eyes and face, forcing him to shut his eyes. He cursed out loud, swiping at his eyes with a meaty, filthy hand.

He would scare Lord Davenport off with all his shouting, she feared. She headed for the exit to the alley, but the thief managed to grab her arm with a bruising grip and raised his stick again to strike her.

She was in the process of pulling a pin out of her hat with her free hand when a stranger said, “Whoa.” He immediately poked a gun at the thief’s ribs. “Let the boy go.”

She jerked her head up to see a man covered in a hooded cloak, looking down at her, a faint curve to his lips. His blue eyes were dark and shadowed, and he was dangerously handsome, she thought. He looked to be around her age, or maybe he was a little older. It was hard to tell from the grim look on his face.

Then she recalled what he’d called her.

Boy? The stranger thought she was a boy? Certainly she was dressed as one, but still, she hadn’t thought she looked like a boy. A ruffian girl, yes.

She really had to do some serious thinking about her role in life. She wanted a boyfriend. It wasn’t that she minded ridding the world of people like Davenport. But there had to be more to life than earning a living and keeping her castle and people safe.

Again, she jerked her arm to free herself from the thief, but the smelly bear that held onto her tightened his hold and yanked her closer.

Nothing had gone as planned. She couldn’t kill Lord Davenport in front of the thief and now whoever this man was. Master assassins never had an audience. And she couldn’t use her fae magic to do serious bodily harm to the thief either because she was careful to keep her abilities secret from other fae. What they didn’t know could hurt them. In her business, that was the only way to live.

“Release the boy,” her rescuer said, his voice frigid and dangerous.

The thief let go of Sessily and swung the cudgel at the stranger. The man leapt back and fired one shot. Like a massive tree trunk, the thief fell backward and landed with a thud on the stone path. One bullet in the temple, and the man was dead.

Lord Davenport glanced back at the sound of the shooting in the alley, but continued on his way to the gambling house, his pace quickened. The stranger looked from the dead man to Sessily, a chilly smile on his face. “Come with me, boy. You’re safe now.”

She closed her gaping mouth. Great. One dead body, wrong man, and it wasn’t even her doing. And if he called her boy in that irksome manner one more time…

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Terry Spear

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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2 thoughts on “A New Fae Story for Next Year? Excerpt Wednesday: The Deadly Fae

  1. Great Excerpt. That’s sounds like a very dangerous world to be in. And I so love the video. Such a beautifully mysterious young lady. I’m very interested in finding out who and what she is.

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