Faerie Moon

Faerie Moon

by Matt Mark and Francesca Tedesco

ASIN: B0714C4R5Y

Publisher Matt Mark and Francesca Tedesco

Published in Science Fiction & Fantasy/Fantasy, Teens/Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Children & Teens (Young Adult), Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


Eighteen-year-old private investigator Veronica Dye is only trying to make some quick cash when she agrees to take on a seemingly routine missing person case. But when her client turns out to be a fugitive from the kingdom of the faerie, Veronica must use all of her wits to survive the night of the faerie moon.

Sample Chapter


He had never run before. Often he had hastened through the castle’s crystalline halls, darted up the long flights of bejeweled stairs, scurried past the lush and beautiful gardens, but he had never run. He had never had cause to. Until now.

Though young and strong, he was unaccustomed to this new type of exertion and after only a few hundred yards he had to stop to catch his breath. Doubled over, his hands on his knees, his lungs drawing in great draughts of the sweet evening air, he raised his eyes nervously toward the castle from which he had just fled. It was dusk and the palace’s translucent walls, catching the last, dying rays of the setting sun, glimmered with an almost pinkish hue. Scouring the palace’s many turrets and parapets for signs of movement, he took another deep breath, exhaling with a heavy sigh of relief. The castle was still asleep; he had not yet been missed.

Straightening up, the young man winced as a cacophony of tiny, muffled cries disrupted the quiet of the meadow. Looking fretfully at the mangled flowers beneath his feet, he shifted his weight nervously from one leg to the other, all the while trembling at the thought of the castle’s sharp-eared sentries who, it was said, could discern the chirp of a cricket more than a thousand yards away.

Although he knew it was foolhardy to attempt to cross the royal garden, he had little choice. He could not have gone the way of the grove, for the trees there were in the service of the queen and so late in the day they were sure to have stopped him, to have interrogated him and, when he failed to answer their questions satisfactorily, to have seized him. Nor could he have attempted to cross the gorge, for that way lay near the lair of the beast and at this hour it would be out hunting.

The only other route lay through the queen’s garden and standing amid the endless rows of expertly pruned flowers, the young man strained for a glimpse of the thing he sought. It lay somewhere beyond the westernmost border of the garden; or so the story went. He himself had never seen it and, in truth, could not be sure that it even existed. Yet such was his desperation that he had this day gambled everything on reaching it.

Drawing a last, deep breath, the youth readied himself to set off again when a sudden, clarion note shattered the stillness of the encroaching dusk. Turning abruptly toward the castle, he began to convulse with fear. He had been sought for and not found and now the hunt was on.

With the tiny cries of the flowers popping like breaking glass beneath his feet, the young man began running again, making for the western edge of the garden. Though the chase had begun sooner than he had anticipated, he banished from his mind all thoughts of failure and its attendant consequences. His pursuers, he knew, would not follow him into the garden. Nor would they dare traverse too near to the beast’s hunting grounds. That left only the grove and the trees, gossips one and all, would surely delay them. Thus, he consoled himself, there was still time.

He was nearly through the garden when something curious in the distance caught his eye. Hardly noticeable at first—just an odd play of lights in the western sky—it became more pronounced as the evening grew darker. A strange kind of sparkling, it was as if a jewel-studded veil was slowly being draped across the horizon. Encouraged by this sign, the youth increased his speed. Reaching the end of the garden, he leapt over the last row of flowers as gracefully as a young stag.

Beyond the garden lay an overgrown thicket and landing squarely in its midst, the young man did not hesitate to catch his breath but raced on. In the distance he heard a faint barking followed by another shrill blast of a horn; the hounds had picked up his scent. Suddenly, the very earth beneath his feet began to tremble and the young man knew the hunters had joined the chase.

Evermore quickly he ran, his untrained lungs gasping for air, his exhausted legs threatening any moment to give way under him, but still the rumbling under his feet grew stronger, the cries of his pursuers more distinct. Soon he could smell the fetid odor of the hounds.

At last reaching the edge of the thicket, the youth emerged into a clearing beyond which loomed what could only be the thing he sought. A sheer, glistening wall of glass, like a crystal sea, it extended in all directions, stretching outward to infinity. Shimmering like the face of a pond, with gentle swirls and eddies rippling across its surface, it gave off a noise like the tinkling of wind chimes on a blustery afternoon. Devoid of color, it reflected a distorted image of the surrounding countryside and approaching it, the young man could see clearly in its glossy exterior his rustled hair, his sallow cheeks, the look of wild desperation in his eyes.

The great barrier was not at all what he had expected. A wall of glass, it seemed impossible that anything made of flesh and bone could pass through it. Nervously, he stretched out a hand to touch it.

An explosion of cries suddenly broke upon the clearing and looking into the barrier the young man saw a half-dozen hounds leaping over the edge of the thicket. Ferocious beasts, more wolf than dog, they ran toward him with their red eyes blazing, their sharp fangs gnashing, their mouths dribbling thick drops of bubbling saliva.

Calling upon the last vestiges of the courage that had already brought him so far, the young man closed his eyes. The dogs were almost upon him. He took a deep breath. The foremost hound leapt high into the air. He took a step forward.


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