The House of Faegrim
If everything your husband told you is a lie, how could you ever trust him again?
Snow Jordan's life takes unexpected paths. From rural Canada she discovers another world layered beneath this one. A world of difficult and argumentative fae. Who was her husband is a mystery soon solved. Whether he can regain her trust is another matter.
When the world of fae is threatened by Earth's close proximity, Snow must find the strength to help, while Julius must account for the lies.
Snow Jordan's life takes unexpected paths. From rural Canada she discovers another world layered beneath this one. A world of difficult and argumentative fae. Who was her husband is a mystery soon solved. Whether he can regain her trust is another matter.
When the world of fae is threatened by Earth's close proximity, Snow must find the strength to help, while Julius must account for the lies.
Excerpt
Snow? You can come to me here.
Familiar and yet not, the voice resonated with subterranean depths Snow could not fathom.
Don’t be afraid.
Julius?
Do you think I could ever leave you?
He had, and this was just cruel vision to raise her hopes and hurt her more. The voice withdrew on a gasp.
The jingling of bells reached Snow. A procession approached. People danced, the streaming fabric of their clothes billowing behind them. They wore animal masks—stag and boar, wolf and badger, crow and eagle. Laughter rang, strange and forlorn. To the music of pipes and drums they danced, a fool’s motley of clothes bright as a field full of wild flowers rippling in a breeze. The sounds of bells around ankles and wrist grew louder and louder as they neared--
Damn!
The phone rang beside the bed. Snow tried to recapture the vision and failed as the answer machine took the call. It was her neighbor, trying to help, be friendly, asking if Snow would go shopping.
With a sigh Snow blew out the candle and climbed to her feet. As she did so something rolled from her lap across the floor. She stooped to pick up the pebble. Wish fulfillment or had those visions been something more? Why even torture herself with the idea?
Julius’s voice lingered. As did the image of the horse who’d leaped into the lake. A horse with embers for eyes. She shivered, something crawling up her spine on feathered legs.
Familiar and yet not, the voice resonated with subterranean depths Snow could not fathom.
Don’t be afraid.
Julius?
Do you think I could ever leave you?
He had, and this was just cruel vision to raise her hopes and hurt her more. The voice withdrew on a gasp.
The jingling of bells reached Snow. A procession approached. People danced, the streaming fabric of their clothes billowing behind them. They wore animal masks—stag and boar, wolf and badger, crow and eagle. Laughter rang, strange and forlorn. To the music of pipes and drums they danced, a fool’s motley of clothes bright as a field full of wild flowers rippling in a breeze. The sounds of bells around ankles and wrist grew louder and louder as they neared--
Damn!
The phone rang beside the bed. Snow tried to recapture the vision and failed as the answer machine took the call. It was her neighbor, trying to help, be friendly, asking if Snow would go shopping.
With a sigh Snow blew out the candle and climbed to her feet. As she did so something rolled from her lap across the floor. She stooped to pick up the pebble. Wish fulfillment or had those visions been something more? Why even torture herself with the idea?
Julius’s voice lingered. As did the image of the horse who’d leaped into the lake. A horse with embers for eyes. She shivered, something crawling up her spine on feathered legs.