Taste My Wrath by Debbie Cassidy

Taste My Wrath

Taste My Wrath by Debbie Cassidy (The Iron Fae Book 1)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.8 MB

A dead earth, a handful of survivors, and a game that could wipe out humanity.
I was one of the few humans to be saved by the shining ones. Powerful beings who came from the stars just in time to stop the annihilation of mankind.
But they’ve been here before.
Earth was once their home and humanity has another name for them. Fae.
Now we live in iron cities paying for haven as workers and conscripted warriors.
We owe them after all.
Until they ask too much.
The Regency Tournament is about to begin. A test of prowess for the shining ones to determine which House will rule their people for the next century.
And we humans? We’re the prey.
But I didn’t survive earths almost destruction to be hunted like a beast.
If I’m going to go down, then I’ll be taking these pointy eared wankers with me.
And I have an advantage. A shadow companion—protective but tough. My mentor has trained me in the art of survival. With his smooth dulcet tones in my head, and his shadowy form at my back, I’ll no longer be prey.
And when I hunt the shining ones, they won’t even see me coming.

Least I could do, considering I didn’t have actual spare coin to pay him with. Not that he’d ever asked for payment. He was either one of those magnanimous creatures who did shit for free, or he wanted something from me. It was probably the latter, or maybe I was being a cynical bitch. After all, it had been five years, and the other shoe had yet to drop.

“Come on then, great mentor. Let’s take a look at what the pointy-eared wankers have been up to, eh?”

His sigh followed me up the stairs to the top floor. There were no windowpanes up here to keep the elements at bay. The wind howled through the empty panes as if in mourning, and ice swirled across the floor in mini tornados.

Fuck, it was cold. Winter cut through my layers to chill my skin.

I walked as close to broken panes as was safe, stopping when the floor groaned. It was close enough to see across the vast snow-laden landscape and beyond the walls that bordered the city. Enough to look out at the world outside the shining ones’ domain. Machines were visible in the distance—huge metallic monsters that razed up the earth and spat it back out. Mini towers and walls had sprung up where there’d been nothing but wilderness. They’d started eight months ago, building, forever building, but no one knew what the fuck they were making.

Another city?

An expansion to Middale, our capital city?

The shining ones weren’t saying. In fact, they acted like nothing was going on, not that any human would have the gall to question them. We were dependent on the Holonews, gathering weekly in town squares to be fed whatever propaganda the shining ones saw fit to spew.

Shame I was the only one who saw them for what they were. Maybe I was insane, cynical, plain wrong. Maybe I was seeing monsters where there weren’t any. Hell, if not for Killion, I’d probably believe that rubbish. But Killion saw it too. He believed me. He agreed with me.

The shining ones were bad news.

Yet, they owned us.

They owned fucking everything.

I watched the machines work on their secret project. “What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” Killion said. “But I have a feeling it won’t be long before we find out.”

I felt pressure on my shoulder. His hand. He was touching me. He rarely, if ever, touched me. I froze, not wanting to breathe too heavily or too shallow. Not wanting him to take his hand away.

Being touched by Killion was a gift. It was warmth and security, and something else I wasn’t ready to define.



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