Today, we have part 11 of the Dark Winter Tale short story from author Carrie Harris. Please join me in welcoming Carrie here today to Dark Faerie Tales. Carrie’s debut release, Bad Taste in Boys, is scheduled to hit shelves on July 12, 2011.
Please view the master list to read the story from the beginning.
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“Don’t call me names,” she snapped automatically, but they didn’t have time to get into a nice, soothing argument. The remaining trolls were pressing forward, Aodh a hulking shadow behind them. She held her hands out menacingly, pretending that she had some clue what she was doing when of course she didn’t know a damned thing. Her hands could be out of ammo for all she knew.
So for once, she did what she was told. Wyatt murmured something, flinging his arm out, and she saw a bright flash of light that would have blinded her if she’d been looking straight at it. The trolls certainly didn’t like it; they shrieked so loud you’d think someone had stabbed them in the eye with a salad fork.
She found herself sprinting down a long, dank tunnel dotted with patches of something that glowed purple. It was tempting to stop and see what the heck it was, but she knew Aodh wouldn’t just give up and let them traipse off into the purple tinged sunset.
“What do we need to do to make him go away?” she gasped.
“You need to open the book,” Wyatt said, and he wasn’t even out of breath, damn him. “Claim it as your own. Olivia, you’re a—”
“Shut up,” she said fiercely. “I’ve read enough novels to realize that I don’t want to know what you’re going to say. I don’t want to know if I’m a long-lost fairy princess, or the lone descendant of Merlin, or Helga the Happy Harpy. I don’t want to go on a quest to save the world, and I definitely don’t want to fall in love with a guy who uses me as bait. So take me to the damned book, and then take me home!”
They ran in silence for a minute, and then he said, “Helga the what?”
“Just take me to the stupid book, Wyatt. I’m not going to be part of your stupid prophecy.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she knew they were a mistake. But Wyatt just grinned and said, “Follow me. We’ll get the book.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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