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The Dark Goddess Chronicles - fantasy horror - are fairy-tale themed, which is to say they're inspired by old fairy tales in the same way an episode of a police procedural claims to be "ripped from the headlines". You'll probably recognize a lot of the elements, but they've been patched together into entirely new stories.

Heaped with survivor’s guilt and post-traumatic stress as the sole resident of her home town to escape the deadly intentions of the Inquisition, a shattered young woman stumbles into a cut-throat political intrigue she can only escape with the help of a magic mirror and her head full of imaginary friends.

Bloody Scarlet, the skull collector of the Crimson Forest, is just a cautionary tale to keep children from wandering in and getting lost — isn’t she? Well something’s out there...

Jordan hadn’t wished his stepmother, Eva, dead. Still, he hadn’t exactly grieved when they said she’d died in the fire. A protective big brother will only forgive so many sins against his sister.

Even if Eva had been alive, though, what business would she have begging for his help now—a year later?

Meilani always wanted to be a monster hunter for the Inquisition. She was good at it, too, until the first time she came face-to-face with real monsters.

Now a once comfortingly familiar song exhorts her relentlessly, inescapably to push ever deeper into a night that never ends, even as something at the center of the web stirs restlessly on its gleaming hoard of possibilities. Here, now, and always, there be dragons.

Freyjur Fantasies - portal-fantasy romance - explore what happens when fans of speculative fiction discover a Victorian-era spell book that allows them to escape into skewed versions of their favorite worlds where steamy adventure is guaranteed.

The Lovelace Community College of Applied Magic had always been Sylvie’s dream. She would attend. She would excel. She would become one of the most accomplished alumni to ever walk its halls.

But her acceptance letter never came because of one infuriatingly stupid little problem: Lovelace didn’t exist...