The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

“Do you need a live-in librarian?”

“These are the ravings of a madman, Dr Frankenstein.”

He shouldn’t have brought her into this, this girl made up of poetry and bones, flowers and viscera, everything beautiful and meaningful in life.

“Dublin isn’t dreary, she’s melancholic.

“They are, perhaps, human souls in the crucible—these creatures of whim.” -W.B. Yeats, Irish Fairy Tales & Folklore

“Every bone in your body is made up of curiosity and a thirst for knowledge.

Soon, she was fast asleep, dreaming of faeries and mythical lands of woods and flora, jagged teeth and rotting bones.

She looked like a painting of a Faerie Queen, lying there in that bed surrounded by clouds of duvet and pillows.

Loved each other countless times in countless other lives, other realities.

“You bind books when you’re upset?”

The prize, the prize, that fairytale voice hummed, always comes with sacrifice.

Winding his way through her trail of notes and open books was as wild as it was endearing. If either of them was a mad scientist, it was Atta—and he adored it.

She was a tragedy, and he was her peace.