You know you want to do it. To tell someone what you really think. Kids do. Why can’t we? Of course, sometimes adults do. Well meaning, or not.
In my fae stories, the fae tell it like it is. Nothing personal. They’re just being the fae.
The Winged Fae
(The World of Fae, Book 3)
Niall, a royal member of the Denkar, aka the dark fae, is visiting South Padre Island when he catches a winged fae painting graffiti on a wall on the island claimed by his people. He is at once fascinated with the lovely girl and intrigued by her audacity, but as one of the Denkar, he must take her to task. Yet she’s armed with a sleeping potion that makes his life intolerable. Between freeing her from his people’s dungeon, her own tower, and fighting a knight in her honor, he wonders if he’s lost his mind over one beautiful winged fae–when she’s betrothed to his cousin!
Excerpt from The Winged Fae by Terry Spear:
Bringing her attention back to the store Serena was standing in as she watched out the big picture window, she heard a clerk say to a woman trying on a beach dress near the dressing rooms, “Oh, yes, that looks just lovely on you.”
Serena turned around to see what looked so lovely on the woman and stared at the ugly monstrosity—the dress, not the customer. Although anyone wearing the dress would instantly look nearly as awful—the gauche colors, the hideous billowing sack, the ragged edging on the sleeves and hem of the dress as if the seamstress had forgotten to hem it.
Her faeness coming to the forefront, like a ventriloquist, Serena threw her voice, making it sound close to the clerk as if she was the one speaking again and said, “That is the most hideous-looking dress in the store. The color makes your skin look splotchy and sallow. The style, if it could be said to have any style at all, adds a hundred pounds onto your weight.”
If that didn’t do it, nothing would discourage the woman from buying the dress. Yet, Serena loved the gaping look on the customer’s face, and on the store clerk’s, too, and couldn’t leave well enough alone. Although if she’d been truly in a mischievous mood, she would have encouraged the woman to buy the goddess-awful dress.
“Not only that, but it looks like something you dragged out of a rag bag. The colors clash in such a horrible fashion that they wouldn’t look good on anyone, no matter—”
A hand seized Serena’s shoulder, and she was so startled, she shrieked.
I swear the fae were messing with me today. I had to change yet another darn smoke detector’s battery. There are like 10 in the house! Talk about total overkill, and it really hurts the dogs’ ears. So, first, I’m trying to figure out which one it is. In the direction it was, there are three.
Then I can’t reach it with the 8 foot ladder without lifting a bedside table and moving it. Then I finally could change out the battery, and as I was moving the table back in place, the drawers were falling out and I bumped one of the legs against the wall, very narrow space there, and skinned up the paint on the wall. I know the fae were up to no good. Not saying they moved the wall in closer, but the drawers, helping to push them out, yes. Then I carried the ladder back out to the garage and set it against the wall. Only it didn’t stay there. Now this is definitely where the fae were involved. They pushed the ladder against my car and dented it.
I’m off to work on Cougar Magic, should be halfway done today, but I’m out to fix the fae once I can.
Supposed to rain, but the percentage keeps dropping. It’s very gray out though, so maybe…
Have a lovely day and hope you don’t have any troubles with the fae like I’m having today. And if someone says something nasty to you or treats you meanly, they might be one of the spiteful fae. Just saying…
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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