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Huntress of Darkness Ebook
This is a downloadable .epub file!
The ebook file can be uploaded to a Kindle or be read using an online ebook reader program (Calibre, Kindle Previewer, etc.).
***If you have a Kindle Unlimited subscription on Amazon, then you can download the ebook for free here: https://a.co/d/01GnuoOl
Ready to dive into a fast-paced, magical world filled with banter, betrayal, secrets, and revenge?
The tension in this LGBTQ+ dark romantasy will leave you begging for more ...
Kalenti is the Huntress of Eventyr. Death and decay cling to her like a second skin. After being rejected by her own family, she became the deadliest predator in the region--a killer cursed with the touch of death who is burdened to watch everything she nears decay around her.
She finds solace hidden in the shadows with a dagger in hand and a pouch of coin strapped at her hip. Every bounty hunter in the city wishes her dead, but she prefers it that way. The night is her kingdom, and survival is her favorite game.
When her estranged brother delivers a letter dredged from the ruins of her past, she’s thrust into a dangerous political game and is forced to confront the life she left behind. The goddess of death herself begins to whisper in her ear, and the fragile line between guilt and redemption starts to unravel. As secrets rise and deals are made, Kalenti must decide whether to embrace the monster she’s become--or fight to reclaim the heart she thought had long since rotted away.
Tropes & themes:
Young adult fantasy
Non-spicy romance
Political intrigue
Bounty hunters
Morally gray bisexual main character
LGBTQ+ romance with mutual pining
Court intrigue
Right-person wrong-time
Sibling rivalry
Dark magic
“Everyone in the Central City knows of her. What they do not know is her true name. Not that it matters. They know she is dangerous--an assailant of the night--and that is enough to keep everyone at a safe distance. Because with a swirl of her hand, death attends to her will. Her heritage should be the last thing on anyone’s mind.”
"“I don’t want to be controlled either,” Willow says. “I want freedom. To choose my own fate.” Willow holds her gaze. Energy courses through the two of them, but it’s not the same energy she feels when she manifests darkness. This isn’t cold. It burns in her chest and lights up her body. “You know how bad it is to not be seen. To not have control.”
“Better than anyone,” Kalenti whispers."
“Eight years of running and a lifetime of suppressing who she is has been exhausting. Maybe this is what she wants--an end to whatever her life once was.
Is death what calls her? Does she need a singular cut by an executioner’s blade to stop the pain? Every day has been a fight to remain confident and a fight to hold on to what will she has to live. She can’t keep on like this forever. There has to be an end. Kalenti knows she will never find peace, so why keep suffering? Unless there is another way to reach peace that doesn’t involve saying goodbye to her next breath.
If Exceail heard these thoughts, he’d glare at her for hours, making comments that would annoy her into forced optimism. But Exceail isn’t here.”
This is a downloadable .epub file!
The ebook file can be uploaded to a Kindle or be read using an online ebook reader program (Calibre, Kindle Previewer, etc.).
***If you have a Kindle Unlimited subscription on Amazon, then you can download the ebook for free here: https://a.co/d/01GnuoOl
Ready to dive into a fast-paced, magical world filled with banter, betrayal, secrets, and revenge?
The tension in this LGBTQ+ dark romantasy will leave you begging for more ...
Kalenti is the Huntress of Eventyr. Death and decay cling to her like a second skin. After being rejected by her own family, she became the deadliest predator in the region--a killer cursed with the touch of death who is burdened to watch everything she nears decay around her.
She finds solace hidden in the shadows with a dagger in hand and a pouch of coin strapped at her hip. Every bounty hunter in the city wishes her dead, but she prefers it that way. The night is her kingdom, and survival is her favorite game.
When her estranged brother delivers a letter dredged from the ruins of her past, she’s thrust into a dangerous political game and is forced to confront the life she left behind. The goddess of death herself begins to whisper in her ear, and the fragile line between guilt and redemption starts to unravel. As secrets rise and deals are made, Kalenti must decide whether to embrace the monster she’s become--or fight to reclaim the heart she thought had long since rotted away.
Tropes & themes:
Young adult fantasy
Non-spicy romance
Political intrigue
Bounty hunters
Morally gray bisexual main character
LGBTQ+ romance with mutual pining
Court intrigue
Right-person wrong-time
Sibling rivalry
Dark magic
“Everyone in the Central City knows of her. What they do not know is her true name. Not that it matters. They know she is dangerous--an assailant of the night--and that is enough to keep everyone at a safe distance. Because with a swirl of her hand, death attends to her will. Her heritage should be the last thing on anyone’s mind.”
"“I don’t want to be controlled either,” Willow says. “I want freedom. To choose my own fate.” Willow holds her gaze. Energy courses through the two of them, but it’s not the same energy she feels when she manifests darkness. This isn’t cold. It burns in her chest and lights up her body. “You know how bad it is to not be seen. To not have control.”
“Better than anyone,” Kalenti whispers."
“Eight years of running and a lifetime of suppressing who she is has been exhausting. Maybe this is what she wants--an end to whatever her life once was.
Is death what calls her? Does she need a singular cut by an executioner’s blade to stop the pain? Every day has been a fight to remain confident and a fight to hold on to what will she has to live. She can’t keep on like this forever. There has to be an end. Kalenti knows she will never find peace, so why keep suffering? Unless there is another way to reach peace that doesn’t involve saying goodbye to her next breath.
If Exceail heard these thoughts, he’d glare at her for hours, making comments that would annoy her into forced optimism. But Exceail isn’t here.”

