celtic mythology

Ares, God of War, has been cast from Olympus and sits brooding on his secluded Greek isle. Until a dying fey washes up on his shore.Alena MacLeod, part human, part fey, and part divine, has been running from powerful Gods for two hundred years. Including Olympians. Now she finds herself trapped with The God of War.When the Olympians discover her presence on the island, Zeus demands she be brought to Olympus in chains.In desperation, Alena offers Ares the only currency powerful enough to tempt a god: Herself.

Ianthe was only six years old when her mother vanished and the strange statue appeared in the river near her home. Now, eleven years later, the statue stands as a memorial and a place where Ianthe often visits to tell her mother about her life. But when an old acquaintance returns to town and suggests the statue isn’t just a statue, the presence of a mythical creature comes into question, and Ianthe begins to wonder what really happened all those years ago.

Treacherous.
 Evil.
 Dark.
 Dorcha Wood is all of these.

 And none of them. 
 The people of Felmore talk of Dorcha Wood in whispers, if they speak of it at all. There is danger in the dark forest. Monstrous things, remnants of the Aos Sí, lurk in the shadows, hunting the unwary should one be careless enough to cross those borders.



My name is Kyara, and I am a banshee. My job? Bringing the dead to the other side. I expected to become a healer... …But fate bestowed me with a curse. Cause, yeah. Being a Banshee is a curse. I'm hated by my friends and family, and I'm kind of stuck in the Realm of Silver, the last place I want to be. But if I don't accept my job and take souls to their next stop, well, things will get bad fast. The wicked ones will drown the world in darkness, while the rest? I don’t even want to know.