Revenge : An Urban Fantasy & Mystery
The Fae Awakening : Book Two
After Kawa’s furious outburst at the Sidhe, Hunter awaits his appearance with the council in a dirt cell. Hunter will fight to keep his freedom or be sent to the Root Den. With orders to bring Kawa in dead or alive, Hunter gathers his team of friends and foes to track the elusive bigfoot.
Enlisting the help of a mysterious gargoyle, fierce ogre, and feisty brownie, will Hunter be able to find Kawa? Will Kawa destroy everything in his path, leaving a bloody trail behind? Or is there more to the story?
Revenge continues the action-packed events of Fury in the Urban Fantasy series The Fae Awakening. You’ll learn more about the team’s past, meet more enemies, and uncover clues behind the human and fae disappearances.
Begging the question, what is really going on?
“This author keeps you on your toes. The action never stops.”
“What a wild ride (read?)! Revenge is filled with danger, battles, suspense and good versus evil. Will O’Shire blends all of those elements and his amazing characters with his powerful imagination to create this fantastic story. I highly recommend it and hope you enjoy it as much as I did.”
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It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything to these blogs—for good reason. My goal in the spring was to finish Revenge of the Brownie and Experiences with Extraterrestrials, Sasquatch, Interdimensionals and Others. Those books took up most of my time in April. Read more on the Intuitive Blog »
Vengeance of the HOA spawned from a combination of Twitter threads, cult rulings, and Solar Opposites. This is the first installment. If you like it, share it on Twitter and tag me so I know to continue the story. 🙂 Filled with llamas, ninjutsu, waffles, goblins, punch, and pie, it
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