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Fairy Wings
Fairy Wings
Fairy Wings
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No doubt there are worse fates than being blood-cursed, but if so, Vadka doesn't know, because he's got his hands full being forced to drink blood to survive--especially with isolation the life it brings, and the unlikelihood of ever finding a cure.

The last thing he needs is trouble, but that's exactly what he gets, by way of saving a broken-winged fairy that would have wound up butchered for spell components. So what's a blood-cursed mage to do with an unwanted guest? Take him home of course--but that's easier said than done for a man who drinks blood and a fairy who can't use his magic.

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Release dateJan 22, 2017
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Sasha L. Miller

Sasha L. Miller spends most of her time writing, reading, or playing with all things website design. She loves telling stories, especially romance, because there’s nothing better than giving people their happily ever afters. When not writing, she spends time cooking, harassing her roommates, and playing with her cats.

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Fairy Wings - Sasha L. Miller

Fairy

Wings

SASHA L. MILLER

No doubt there are worse fates than being blood-cursed, but if so, Vadka doesn't know, because he's got his hands full being forced to drink blood to survive—especially with isolation the life it brings, and the unlikelihood of ever finding a cure.

The last thing he needs is trouble, but that's exactly what he gets, by way of saving a broken-winged fairy that would have wound up butchered for spell components. So what's a blood-cursed mage to do with an unwanted guest? Take him home of course—but that's easier said than done for a man who drinks blood and a fairy who can't use his magic.

Fairy Wings

By Sasha L. Miller

Published by Sasha L. Miller

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.

Edited by Samantha M. Derr

Cover designed by Megan Derr

This book is a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.

First Edition January 2017

Copyright © 2015 by Sasha L. Miller

Printed in the United States of America

Chapter One

Vadka had a reputation about town. It wasn't a pleasant one, but he didn't care. Once upon a time, before he'd thoroughly fucked his life up, he might have, but things were different now. Now, he cared about very little, and he preferred the solitude that his reputation brought him.

The town was actually a small city, established on the wide river that ran the length of the country. Vadka hadn't been born there, hadn't grown up there, but he knew it well. The streets were always walked, the merchants were always open, and everyone knew of the blood-cursed mage who stalked the streets every few weeks.

There were several places willing to sell him blood. Most often it was pig, occasionally goat, and even more rarely cow. The butchers didn't care; he paid more than anyone else would for the blood, and extra if they seasoned it the way he wanted. Even his money spent.

Vadka stomped through the streets, watching the way the people he passed walked more quickly, talked a little more loudly, and cast wary glances his way. No one approached him. No one ever did.

His preferred butcher was on the south side of town, close to the center, but not so close that the smell would bother anyone with the money to avoid it. As Vadka drew closer, he became aware of the sound of people. There was a crowd about, and Vadka searched his memory. It was fall. There was some occasion the town celebrated, but Vadka couldn't remember the occasion. Maybe its founding?

Hopefully that wouldn't put a kink in his blood supply.

The sound grew louder as he walked on, and the glow of firelight in the night sky grew brighter as well. There were a lot of people about, and fewer noticed him, some daring to walk within arm's reach of him.

Vadka ignored them, intent on his goal. He had several days of work to catch up on, and no interest at all in dealing with celebrating idiots who couldn't be bothered to be aware of their own surroundings.

The street his butcher was on was part of the fete, unfortunately, and Vadka found himself facing even more people, as well as several merchants who had set up carts with odds and ends.

Get your fresh riethberry wine! Curiosities and magic bits! Step right up for the best and strangest magical ingredients!

Vadka paused at the last merchant's call. Doubtful there would be anything of worth. Most merchants who purveyed goods at festivals sold cheap knockoffs or magical oddities that were entirely counterfeit. Still, if the man had some fitterin, that would save Vadka an extra stop.

Ducking past a young person wearing a pleasantly spicy perfume, Vadka came up short next to the merchant's cart. It was worn, beaten up at the edges, and had scars and burns streaked across several surfaces. There were several bundles of plants, but none of them looked to be the fitterin he was looking for.

You in the market for some—

No, Vadka said, cutting the man off before he could finish his question. He frowned at the cart, but it all looked like the cheap crap he'd expected. Stepping back, Vadka was about to turn away when his eyes caught on a small cage.

It was wooden, but spelled. A faint glow of magic hung about it, and inside was a small, pathetic creature. It was stick-thin, paler than Vadka, and had two small, translucent wings slumped behind it.

A fairy.

Vadka hadn't seen a fairy since he was young enough that seeing past the counter of the merchant's cart would've been a challenge. This one looked nothing like the one he'd seen then. It had no life, no vibrancy. If it weren't breathing, Vadka would have thought it dead.

Ah, you want the fairy! The merchant said, and Vadka looked up to catch the smug curl of the man's lips. The wings are most potent when freshly harvested!

Vadka stared at the man, pleased when the man flinched back. He stared for a moment longer, in no rush to seem eager. How much.

The merchant swallowed hard. Um. Twelve—

Vadka raised an eyebrow.

Nine gold, The merchant finished, his voice an octave higher. His eyes darted away and then back to Vadka quickly, as though he expected rescue.

Six, Vadka said, not blinking as he stared the merchant down.

Six, the man squeaked out, moving to fumble with the tie that held the cage to the cart.

Vadka snorted, drawing out the requisite coin. The merchant set the cage down, jarring the fairy, who didn't so much as stir. Vadka set down five coins, picked up the cage, and walked away. The merchant didn't say a word about the shortchanging, and Vadka disappeared into the crowd before he could think of anything to say.

He slipped into a quiet alley between two buildings, lifting the cage and summoning a

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