Going on Tour with "Faeries Don't Forgive," by: TF Burke — New Release Tour & Giveaway!
- Katie Jenkins-Merical
- Feb 28
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Hi everyone. Today I am featuring "Faeries Don't Forgive," by: TF Burke. You can find both book 1 and book 2 in this post along with sneak peeks for both books. Read all the book details and purchase your copies today. Book 1: "Faeries Don't Lie," is on sale for .99cents for a limited time. Start this series today and make sure to read to the bottom for a special giveaway! Happy reading :).
When truths uncovered cannot be forgotten. Or forgiven.
Faeries Don't Forgive
Heart of the Worlds Book 2
by: TF Burke
Genre: YA Epic Fantasy
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“Look alive,” a raspy voice sounded.
Aunia squinted. Amongst the broken wooden boxes and broken jars, two little men, shin-high, drank from a clay jar over half the size they were. Clurichauns with their rosy, weathered faces. They were solitary beings generally. The last time she saw one was in Gaitha’s basement lapping up a bit of spilled apple brandy.
Someone, the taller red-cloak, grabbed Aunia’s upper arm and a raw thrill, like a sharp nail, rose through her throat. “Leave me be.”
She yanked. He held her firm, his fingers pressing into her flesh like a vise.
The adrenaline spike landed against the pit of her stomach like a stone. Mygul. She sucked in a breath, squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to coax a pinching sensation in her temples. Nothing. Her mouth turned to dry paper. Did she even have her glowing blue globefire anymore? She hadn’t seen it since the Boggleman’s veil tendril lodged itself in her gut when she stood on Hebsolum’s palm. Did that mean Hebsolum had it? Hebsolum, the thief who took her mother’s amulet. The only good thing he had done was to help her cage the roiling blue storm cloud made of Edvaras’ magic . . . but her bit of magic . . . the one that caused mischief, made her an outcast, kept her safe. He must have taken it, too.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Prison. Was that where they were sending her? How would Mathias even find her? A soft mew escaped her and Aunia shook her head. She couldn’t show weakness. And there were clurichauns. Faeries often would help her. Would these?
She turned her head to the alleyway where the clurichauns swilled leftover booze from broken crockery. “Help me.”
One of the clurichauns looked her way, bright eyes going wide. “She sees us.” His voice, gravelly and sing-song, sounded over the clamor of human voices.
“She don’t.” The blonder of the two clapped the auburn one’s shoulder. “She do. Drat it. On our way, Sharpish.” He pointed to the pig.
“She be the one Mara made mention.”
“We can’t be making the Boggles mad now, can we, you know,” the blonde one said. “We go.”
The Boggles? Did he mean the Boggleman? Aunia struggled against her restraint. “I want to, too.”
“Want to what?” the red-cloaked man sneered.
“Want you to let go,” Aunia said between her teeth. “You’re hurting me.”
The man tightened his grip. “I’m barely holding you.”
Aunia struggled toward the alleyway. Saying please would cause possible faery aid to disappear but what poem could she utter? Aunia groaned. “Help me now it’s good folk fashion. Aid to for those who seek compassion.”
“You call that a poem,” the blonde clurichaun said. He shook his head then made a running jump onto the pig’s back. His green pants contrasted with the wine-stained saddle. “Come on, brother.”
“Brandy. I’ll bring you brandy,” Aunia yelled.
“No one bribes the guard.” The stinging heat from his slap rang into her cheekbones. “Where’s that Davis? Cuff her good and she can blubber whatever nonsense with the other lobheads.
“Don’t know,” the shorter of the red-cloaked men said. He still clutched the boy’s arm. “But that face is sweet even with your handprint.”
“Ah, that’s done it,” Sharply said. “Dismount, Gargle. Now.”
Gargle patted the saddle. “There’s another tavern were—”
“Certain things don’t get done. Now off brother, lest you go for a ride.”
The two clurichauns glared at each other while some of the townsfolk shuffled aside and a thin man with iron cuffs jogged forward.
Gargle dismounted. “It’s on you if this is a bad decision.”
“I’m always the one you blame.” Sharply scooped up the neck of a broken bottle, drew his arm back and made a mighty throw at the pig’s backside. It hit with a thunk and the pig gave a squeal. People standing at the mouth of the alleyway fell back as the pig pelted straight for Aunia and the red-cloaked man.
“Doxy-churl,” the guardsmen swore. He staggered back, pulling Aunia with him out of the way but Aunia yanked with everything she had in the other direction. The man’s fingers slid over her upper arm painfully. There was the sharp rip of fabric. And then she was free.
Aunia ran.
BLURB:
Returning to Nonderu, the underworld court, to rescue her dad should have been simple after the malevolent soul-sucking Boggleman fell to his presumable demise. They just need to find a way in. And get past the Mockmen trolls.
Instead, Aunia is attacked by a fanatical soldier cult that seeks to kill or capture her. Plus, her unmanageable magic notifies deadly wererats of her location. It also hurls her into an evil sorceress’ study. If all this wasn’t enough, she’s fighting a different battle with Mathias, her pegasus-riding love. His insistence to keep her hidden is more infuriating than any of their enemies. It leaves her determined to kick anyone who says first love is easy.
Worst of all are the truths she’s uncovering. Truths that can’t be forgotten. Or forgiven.
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Mathias shook his head. Being this close to her . . . he stood up and walked over to the closest patch of lilies, his mother’s favorite flower, and tapped at the oblong bud. This variety, with its dark green, almost black stalks, and conjoined dagger shaped leaves in sets of three, was one he had never seen before. “What kind of lilies are these?”
“That’s Jaia, not lilies.” (Aunia said)
“They look like they’ll bloom soon.”
“Yes. And when they do, the faeries here will leave.”
He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he winced at the bite in her words. However, he needed answers. Zeller spent twenty years trying to get back to this place. He must have gone through a blade-cave to get home. Why else hunt along both the Tatian and Grashbear mountain ranges? But had Zeller been looking for the one at the sheep-cave or the iron-quarry? Or maybe there was another one?
“Aunia. With the blade-cave, betwixting tunnels. With the sheep-cave broken . . . I mean . . . I don’t suppose you know where Edvaras’ observatory is, do you?”
Aunia buttoned her knapsack flap. “That place is sort of out of bounds.”
A lightning flash tore through his chest and he whirled to face her. “Not destroyed?”
“Destroyed isn’t quite a lie. There’s no easy access and it’s supposed to be dangerous. Though how dangerous can a mountain be? Some rocks and dirt. Maybe a tree or so.” Aunia dropped the knapsack and walked to him, holding up a dandelion. “They say this makes your skin turn yellow . . . if you like the girls.”
A push-pull hit him in the center of his chest. He remained still as she neared, only stepping back when the yellow flower head almost touched his cheek. “I, um, imagine it’s satisfying learning herb-lore from your medicine woman.”
Aunia crumpled the weed and dropped it. “It’s not my heart’s desire. Nothing here is. But you’re lucky . . . you have everything.”
“I don’t have everything,” said Mathias, but his laughter sounded tinny to his ear. Why was he saying what he was? Stupid. He took a breath. “Unless one counts aggravations. But this observatory . . . where would—”
“Yes, but you can up and go whenever you want. You know where you come from. You know who—”
“There’s rules I have to obey, Aunia. Commitments I must keep. Whether I want to or not.” The image of the heir princess surfaced in his mind and a well of trapped sadness bubbled in his belly. He shoved the feeling aside. “And there’s plenty I don’t know. I certainly don’t know what happened to the wererats we’d been chasing. Or where your observatory is.”
“Is that truly what brought you here? Not my father?”
“I had no idea your father was here. I had never heard of him before.” Mathias ran a hand through his hair. How was he going to get her to tell him where the observatory was?
Tafiriel, (his pegasus), a few yards away, lifted his head from his clover-munching (and telepathically sent). You could ask like Keston—
I’m not going to sweet-talk like Keston. But what if that was the only way? He certainly couldn’t threaten her.
Aunia gave him a sharp look and stepped back, almost as if she heard his thoughts . . . like Tafiriel. Her dark blue-eyed gaze slid to the far side of the meadow, where broad-branched elm, white oak, and black walnut trees mingled with tall and narrow white pine. Just like that, she bolted, wheat-blonde hair sailing behind her, like Yasendra, Tamore’s co-founder.
The girl is not of the Eaburrai Court, Taf sent. And you are not—
Don’t you think I know that? Mathias clenched his fist. She shouldn’t have run.
That moss-gnome is chittering about a trapped Ty.
Ty?
Faery. Taf stomped his foot. You should follow.
Mathias sucked in a breath and jogged after her, uncertain what he would say.
Aunia, by the tree line, shoved her mare in Mathias’ direction. Ears flattened, the mare galloped past Mathias to Tafiriel.
Mathias slowed. Aunia, now a few yards away, had taken position close to an oak tree’s base. What was she looking at?
Mathias stepped beside her. The oak’s canopy, green and full, offered no easy way to climb. The closest branches had to be ten feet up.
“You need to collect leaves, too?” Mathias took two long steps to lean on the tree trunk.
“No!” screamed Aunia. She grabbed his arm, pulling him off-balance as something hit his left shoulder with a piercing sting.
He yelped and swatted at the weight. His finger grazed against sticky fur and the object thudded to the ground. A moldy gourd the size of the pot Aunia had dropped off at Caedmon’s. It rose on two skeletal limbs.
Mathias jumped back. The thing had no features. No eyes. No nose. Only a split across its body where sharp teeth glinted.
Aunia, on the other side of the horror, stomped at it. It dodged, snapping at her sandaled foot.
BLURB:
Can Two Worlds Survive an Augury?
Releasing a Chandarion’s god-like magic into the world isn’t what sixteen-year-old Aunia, the village’s outcast, intends. She only wants to impress Mathias, a visiting seventeen-year-old pegasus flyer, who fiercely believes the choice—either Faery or Mortal world surviving—has come.
Her action calls forth the Boggleman, a soul-sucking ghoul, who abducts her dad, eats her faery friends, and sets Dagel demons on her isolated village. And worse.
The worlds of Ahnu-Endynia are full of faeries, pegasi flyers, myths, secrets, and themes of belonging, despite being misunderstood. And if you don't watch carefully . . . You might be pulled into the Betwixt. . . the space between the worlds.
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TF Burke
TF Burke currently works with NYT David Farland’s Apex-Writers as an admin and marketing specialist, where she schedules industry leaders for weekly multi-Zoom calls, provides content for social posts, and hosts several writer-focused Zooms.
Her published works includes hundreds of newspaper articles, blog posts across various platforms, anthologies, including MURDERBUGS, the second volume of the Unhelpful Encyclopediam a collection of short stories in WHIRL OF THE FAE, and the first book of the Heart of the Worlds Series, FAERIES DON’T LIE.
When not writing or wearing other hats, she can be found with a sword and a dagger in her hands for medieval-style fencing tournaments and melees, something she’s been doing since 2010.
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The excerpts sound really interesting. Thanks for sharing.