Courting Darkness (Fae Revealed, #1)

by Katie May

However, I found out quite quickly that what is acceptable in my household—such as throwing knives at my brothers to test their reflexes after I’d laced the brownies I’d made them with laxatives—isn’t exactly normal outside of our doors.

Why am I not surprised that the first thing my dad says when we set our eyes upon the new house is, “I think this is far enough away for no one to hear the screams?”

“One, don’t start a fight, but if you have to fight, make sure you finish it. Two, if you have to fight, make sure they bleed. Three, if you really have to kill someone, do it in private so it’s easier to hide the body.” I finish ticking our family rules off on my fingertips, and my mother gives me a beaming smile of approval.

Suddenly, he moves around the table and lunges for me, grabbing my arms to pull me towards him, and on instinct, I flip him over my shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor and following up with a knee to the chest. I pin him in place as I press my hand against his throat, barely holding back from slipping the latch on my ring. “Or you could just be psycho…” I declare, staring in shock at the boy who’s now beaming at me, his chest rumbling with laughter as he rubs his face against my hand as though he’s marking me. Yeah, I’m going to go with psycho.

Tristan

His pain radiates through the air, so pronounced and prominent that it fuels the vampire inside of me. No one was surprised when my Revelation revealed myself to be an empath vampire, and an Unseelie one at that. I’ve always been perceptive of people’s emotions, so it made sense that my supernatural form would feast on them.

Devyn

For some reason, I feel the need to deck her. Or stab her. But considering the fact I’ve already stabbed someone this morning, I figure that isn’t the best idea. You can only stab so many people in a twenty-four-hour span before your behavior is seen as problematic.

Because if someone caused this to happen, everyone will have to get in line behind me while I burn their world down around them.

Foster

I once heard that describing chronic illnesses is like talking about a room on fire. You focus on the big, new items, like the fact that the curtains have caught on fire, but forget to mention the bookcase that’s been smoldering for a while now, because it’s just become your normal. I found that a pretty accurate way to describe my life, and the metaphor stuck with me.