In a mythical Ireland that never was, mortal villages perch all unknowing beside enchanted knolls. Beneath them dwell the cruel and capricious faie folk. Tahaern, a faie warrior by birth but not in spirit, eschews his vicious origins. Loving the bright world, he serves a mortal village as healer. But when the faie declare war upon their neighbors, Tahaern must again take up his sword... More
In a mythical Ireland that never was—an isle of turf and gorse-grown hillsides under a sky swept by mare’s tails—mortal villages perch all unknowing beside enchanted knolls. Beneath them dwell the cruel and capricious faie folk.
Tahaern, a faie warrior by birth but not in spirit, eschews his vicious origins and hopes never to encounter his faie kin again.
Loving the bright world outside the faie deeps, he serves a mortal village as healer. Simple days and the love of his wife provide all he asks of life.
But when the faie declare war on the mortal king who protects Tahaern’s village, Tahaern must again take up his sword to defend his neighbors, his beloved, and the realm.
Tahaern welcomes meeting faie warriors in battle, but tricks and cheats lurk at the heart of faie tactics. And a snare set just for him lies waiting...
PRAISE FOR BLOOD SILVER
“…a nice quick little read. Great characters, interesting story line, good pacing, and well written.” —JMD
“…I couldn’t put it down. It reminded me of Le Morte d’Arthur and Mists of Avalon even though it has nothing to do with the King Arthur legend. This author just brought back those feelings…” —Tricia Schiro
“…simple and thought-provoking in a beautiful way. …smart and wise. It’s peaceful and otherworldly. I felt like a new fairy tale had been written and that gave me a lot of joy.” —Ambrose Crotts
“The characters felt real, like they could step out of the pages…” —Stephanie Wachter
“It felt familiar like an old fairy tale, but was also very fresh and new.” —Erin K.
EXCERPT FROM BLOOD SILVER
The king knew. The king’s advisers knew. Each knight who would accompany Tahaern onto the field of truce knew. Odhran and Lorcan would both be knights themselves soon. They deserved respect and needed not a child’s sheltering.
“I suspect my brother contemplates some act of perfidy,” Tahaern admitted.
“Under the banner of truce?” objected Lorcan, offended despite knowing better.
“Even so,” agreed Tahaern.
“Will it be enough?” asked Odhran. “Just suspecting—” he paused and corrected himself after a glance at Tahaern “—or even knowing, without knowing what?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She's learning about permaculture gardening and debunking popular myths about food. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in her troll-infested North-lands. Look for her novels and novellas at your favorite bookstore—online or on Main Street.
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