Fae or Foe? by C A Deegan
No one would want to kill a Faery, surely?!
Jack Crackley wouldn’t; teenagers don’t believe in such things. There are plenty of other things to worry about; his mum, jobs, school, the local bullies, not to mention some weird disease that’s affecting young children the world over.
However, things are never as they seem. Little eyes watch out for him whilst bigger ones seek him for their own ends. There’s a hidden world out there, and its inhabitants are in serious danger. Jack is going to have to get to the bottom of it all before it’s too late. And that’s a tall order when you have no idea who you really are…
A fantasy adventure like no other, where worlds collide and the monsters are not only from make believe. Things are going to get complicated. It’s a good job our brownie knows how to throw a punch!
Targeted Age Group:: All audiences
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 2 – PG
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It was was reading those awful fairy books to my daughter over the years that got me started – she’s in her teens now and has now (with more than a little relief, I have to say!) left those behind. Those stories were all the same, even though there were hundreds of them. Same storyline over and over again. That’s what got me started with the Cracklocks. But I always wondered what would happen if someone didn’t like fairies, what they would do about it, and could anybody stop them? This idea grew, and the Cracklocks were born. I liked the idea of people who hated the Fae and everything they stood for. And who knew just how wicked those people were? I certainly didn’t until Anastasia and Agatha got their claws into me!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
From all around; things I see in everyday life. Some of them have come from people I know, some just popped into my head during my rambles. I knew the kind of Fae that I wanted to feature in the books, so researched the types that would fit. I take the idea and flesh it out so it meets what I thought. Its always a joy when someone new pops in to say 'Hello'!
Book Sample
“Elsie,” came the rich, comforting male voice. “Take it off the boy. It’s time enough now; it’s clear that the glamour isn’t working as it should.”
Jack started. “Who is that?” he said, shaking himself from his stupor.
“Okay, okay, I agree; it’s too far gone. I will get my things. Jack, just wait there for me, my dear; I won’t be a second.”
Jack heard Elsie leave the room, followed by footsteps on the stairs. The stranger spoke again.
“Jack, listen to me. We will help you, but what comes afterwards will be a little difficult for you to understand. At first.”
“Who are you?”
“An old family friend, Jack. I knew your father for a long time, and I promised him that I would keep an eye on you. Which I have, from afar; I was not allowed to interfere, but I have watched you grow up. But with your accident, things have changed and cannot go on now as they once did.”
“What do you mean?”
“All in good time, Jack. Let us help you first; it will answer some of your questions before they can be asked.”
Jack heard rustling as Elsie came back into the room.
“Okay, I’m ready. Jack, love, sit back in the chair for me. I think I can fix your eyes,” said Elsie, her hand pressing on Jack’s shoulder. To the unseen stranger: “I hope that we do not regret this.”
“Who is that man?” demanded Jack.
“As he said, an old friend of mine and your father’s. You can see him in a minute if you’ll let me help you.”
“I feel strange,” said Jack, memories swirling in his head. “Like I know something but don’t know it.”
“I know, I know. But we can help with that, I promise.”
Jack slumped back in his chair, feeling weak. He felt Elsie’s hands on his head, cupping him gently.
“Okay, my love. Close your eyes.”
Jack did as she asked. He felt Elsie’s hands move off his head, and then a feeling like his skin was stretching. It felt like a plaster as you pulled it off your graze, stretchy and a little tight. It continued to tighten until he felt something tear. It wasn’t painful; it was like pulling off the skin after a sunburn when it was ready to go. Jack felt it completely tear, unravelling from his whole body, and then the memories stopped swirling abruptly.
“Open your eyes, Jack.”
Jack did, and the light flooded in, causing him to squint. He blinked a few times and marvelled at that colours as he took in the sights of the kitchen again. Everything seemed intense, and the sun shining in through the windows dappled rays across the kitchen worktops.
“I can see!” he shouted, hands coming up to his face to rub his eyes. “I can see, Auntie Elsie!”
He looked to his side at the old lady, who stood there with a slight smile on her face, her hands gleaming with a shining silvery thing that was slowly fading away, like water draining. Jack turned back towards the window, and he gasped as he saw a dapper little man, elegantly dressed, standing in front of him on the tabletop. Jack’s jaw dropped. About twelve inches tall, he had pale skin underneath his smart green suit. He doffed his red hat to Jack with a smile and said in the rich, comforting voice that Jack had heard before, “I take it from the look on your face that you can see me, Jack?”
Jack fainted clean away.
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