Thursday, September 21, 2017

Excerpt: Moribund by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
(Circuit Fae #1)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: LGBTQ+, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Dark Fae. Romance. Evil Plots. High school. Our heroines could be in for the greatest adventure ever.
If only they could decide whether to kill or kiss each other.
High school sophomore Syl Skye is an ordinary girl. At least, she’s trying to be. School photographer and all-around geek, she introverts hard and keeps her crush on sexy-hot glam-Goth alt-rock star Euphoria on the down-low. But when a freak accident Awakens her slumbering power, Syl is forced to accept a destiny she never wanted—as the last sleeper-princess of the fair Fae.
Suddenly hunted by the dark Fae, Syl’s pretty sure things can’t get any worse. Until she discovers her secret crush, Euphoria, is really a dark Circuit Fae able to harness the killing magic in technology. Even worse, she’s been sent to destroy Syl.
With mean girls and magic and dark Fae trying to kill her, it’ll take more than just “clap if you believe in fairies” to save Syl’s bacon—not to mention, her heart.
Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.

In this scene, the heroine Syl discovers she is the fair Fae sleeper-princess—and that Euphoria is really a dark Fae assassin come to kill her. Surprising everyone, Euphoria turns against her commander, Agravaine, and tries to save Syl from a grim fate.

“Run!” Euphoria shoves me one last time, and I go stumbling. The music is blaring, the feedback loop screaming through the amps. My heartbeat ramps up, jack-knifing me in two. That night, the tracks, the accident, the train whistle that went on and on and on… My brain struggles to remember details, but looking at her, looking at Agravaine, only fear comes, bright and stabbing.
Panic lights up my limbs. I’m at the stage’s edge before I look back.
Agravaine stands over Euphoria, his face black with rage. He grabs her, lifts her off her feet with one hand. One hand. Holy--! I’m stunned by the unreality of it—like I’m watching two actors do a Hollywood stunt.
One hand is bunched in her leather jacket. With his other, he viciously yanks the main power cord. Sparks fly, the music cuts off, and a whole bank of stage lights go out, all the blues and greens winking out until we are bathed in red like blood.
Red lights. Emergency lights. That night on the train, our train car pitching over the side of the viaduct, the James River a black abyss below us, Fiann’s screams in my ear, her fingernails digging into my arm.
She stands behind Agravaine now, a look of sick triumph stamped on her face.
It’s the look of someone who’s totally lost their grip on reality. Her loopy grin is movie-villain creepy. She walks over to the pulpit the Homecoming committee’s erected and grabs the crown. She puts it on her head.
Homecoming queen. I’d like to brain her with the royal scepter, but I’ve got bigger problems.
Agravaine lifts Euphoria up by the throat. Pain lines her face, her hands tensing on his as she struggles to escape. He leans in, whispers something I don’t hear, and the gloomy-dark indigo aura that surrounds him waves over her. She stops fighting.
I have to help her!
I run, but I don’t flee.
My hand touches the fire alarm. “Hey!” I shout my challenge over the dazed crowd, but their collective aura stays all violet. They’re still under whatever spell Euphoria cast. They won’t be any help. I’m on my own. “Hey, jerkface!”
Agravaine whips around to look at me, his white hair flying anime-style, those shark-black eyes eating into my soul…that indigo aura rippling off him. I feel its gross, sticky heat lapping at my skin.
“Ugh. No wonder you’re single.” That, and he clearly doesn’t know how to treat a lady. “Let her go.”
“Sleeper-princess.” He growls it so deep it reverberates in my bones. “Sleeper-princess.” He growls it like my name, and it fits. Like a glove. I don’t know what-all he’s talking about, but some part of me deep down feels the truth.
I am the sleeper-princess. Whatever that means. I can worry about it later. Right now, my give-a-damn is totally broken. I only care about Euphoria.
I make like I’m going to pull the alarm. “Let her go. Now!”
He only smiles while Euphoria fights his dark Command, fear for me in her eyes.
“Go ahead, sleeper-princess.” He squeezes her throat tighter, calling my bluff.
I should be shaking in my Docs. Euphoria’s badass, and if she’s afraid, I should be running my butt off, but Glamma always said, “Wear your big-girl panties to the ball.”
Well, I’m at the ball, all right. I pull the fire alarm. Your funeral, pal.
The glass breaks, and a howling wail fills the club. It shatters whatever woojy-woo Euphoria’s got going on. People scream and grab their ears. The violet-funk aura over everyone dissipates like mist in a high wind. Yay!
And then the panic starts.

Author Bio:
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance--where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she's clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.



  1. Thank you for hosting me and MORIBUND! I really appreciate your support! <3

  2. I couldn't help but chuckle as I read the excerpt. Syl sounds like quite a character.
    sherry @ fundinmental