by K.V. Taylor
Print ISBN-13: 978-1-926912-41-7
Editor: Jodi Lee
Publisher: Belfire Press
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E-book ISBN-13: 978-1-926912-42-4
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In an attempt to escape constant arguing, Jonah Gray wanders away from the family cabin deep in the West Virginia wilderness. But he wanders too far, over the borders to a Faerie land that could only exist in Appalachia.
Faerie-napping, cold knives, underground oppressors, horror stories, and unwilling affections threaten to suck him forever into their desolate Company Town. If they do, he’ll lose himself in every way possible.
You might escape the fae, but you can never go home. Not really.
What they’re saying about Scripped:
- K.C. Beaumont, Author of Talk to Me
“Heart-wrenching and the ending will have you screaming a mixture of yes! and nooooo!”
- Cate Gardner, Author of Theatre of Curious Acts
“This book mixes together such a powerful combination of dread and beauty, I couldn’t help but eat it up.”
- Carole Lanham, Author of The Whisper Jar
Brilliantly dark and disturbing. K.V. Taylor renders the Fae with a stark, gritty realism that is utterly believable. A faery tale in the oldest, truest sense of the term, Scripped will make the bravest soul think twice about walking alone in the woods.
K.V. Taylor’s writing is more addictive than faery food.
- Meghan Brunner, author of The Pendragon Trilogy
“The author did a great job of portraying a man lost, trying to find his soul. The “town” is very well portrayed; you can almost feel the despair of the residents…”
- Sheri White, Terror Flicks
An interview with Mark Deniz, publisher – Morrigan Books:
An interview with The Outer Alliance:
“I can’t wait,” Sela said. She pulled him into the center of the room, threw her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him fast and hard, smiling in a most disconcerting way.
She was hard — flat-chested and thin. He thought that was wrong somehow, thought that a girl was meant to feel softer, sweeter. Thought that they weren’t supposed to look at you like that until you knew them a little better, and when they did it was supposed to make you feel something. He stood with his arms plastered to his sides, trying not to shiver at the feeling of her cold seeping through his t-shirt, into his chest.
She was up on her toes now, her eyes almost even with his. She leaned forward, put her lips against his.
He closed his eyes mechanically. Her lips were softer than the rest of her, but still too hard, still freezing against him. The feeling flooded his own lips, then his cheeks, his tongue, the rest of his mouth. Almost-numb, like winter frost creeping over the ground.
Next, they were supposed to open their mouths. Turn their heads sideways, try to get closer. Jonah remembered Elena, and the way she always tasted like cherry lip balm and those cinnamon candies. And the one before her — what was her name? He’d loved her, he was sure, but now all he could remember was the taste of her spit and how warm she’d been, how much she’d liked to go out dancing and put her arms around his neck like this.
Sela opened her mouth, but then she held still. Too still.
She tasted like…
Not just dirt, but underground. Cold, dark places where skittering things lived.
So still. Her chest didn’t rise and fall. Her lips never moved, her tongue didn’t search for his.
A sudden sense of indignation swelled inside him. Who is she, why is she doing this, and where has she brought me? This isn’t supposed to happen, it’s all wrong—
The cold stole down into Jonah’s throat and up into his nose, and he forgot to be angry. His chest grew tighter, then colder. He started to feel dizzy; black spots clouded his vision before he realized he’d stopped breathing.
When he made himself start again, his lungs felt numb. He hardly ever noticed those particular organs, except when they burned on that final push to the wall or just after a flip turn, and even then, they’d never just stopped.
Sela pulled her lips off his, and Jonah didn’t know how long they’d been kissing.
Except that they hadn’t been kissing at all. That had been—