An earthly balance is at stake. Nothing happens by chance. And fate, here on Earth, will demand its bloody tribute no matter how high the cost… More
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About Darcy Abriel

Being a Cancer, Darcy Abriel always has been fond of deep, dark places. She’s enjoyed ghost stories and things that go bump in the night since she could first read. When she was in high school, she and her rock band boyfriend and his buddies from the band once spent a weekend in her basement with the Ouija Board contacting a revolutionary war ghost. She’s loved monster movies from an early age, and she’s used to odd looks from people. Facing demons, inner and outer, is one of the things Darcy enjoys most when it comes to writing stories. She calls her office, “the cave” and doesn’t always play well with others. Bu she tries.

Darcy loves digging in and creating worlds wicked, and characters dangerous. Dark fantasy and dark erotica, breaking boundaries in genre and gender, blending angels and castrati, demons and gods, humans and succubi. You think you know who the hero is, but do you really? Whether it’s a succubus in “Deadeye,” the Viadine and Diadune in “Nightingale,” a contemporary troubled hero in “Cruel Memories,” or a steampunk dystopian intersexed world like Quentopolis, there’s nothing simple about these stories or the characters. How the heck do you mix gods and cowboys, pirates and zombies, and a whole range of other odd pairings? As far as Darcy’s concerned, the darker the better, the more complex, the more fun. Redemption takes many forms for Darcy’s characters. Take an idea, twist it, mold it, break it apart, and drive that stake even deeper into the quagmire. Spank it, whip it, stroke it, tease it, soothe it, romance it to death.

You say it can’t be done? Here that naughty chuckle? That’s Darcy saying, “maybe…maybe not. Let me think about that for a minute. Muse mine, what do you think? Can we rock it hard?” Oh, yeah. Let’s play. Where’s my stash of strawberry Twizzlers, and the peacock blue ink for my fountain pen, the notebooks, the Tarot cards? Let’s do this.

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