By Winter's Forbidden Rite

By DeAnna Knippling

A desperate mother summons the spirits as her infant son's last hope...but what if she's wrong?

A group of women hold a seance on a dark and snowy winter's night to summon forth wisdom from beyond the grave in order to save a sickly child. But what is the real nature of the spirit that answers the summons?

And will they have to call forth something even worse to save them from what their seance brings?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wonderland Press
• Release date: Aug 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463323526

DeAnna Knippling

DeAnna Knippling is a freelance writer, editor, and book designer living in Colorado.  She started out as a farm girl in the middle of South Dakota, went to school in Vermillion, SD, then gravitated through Iowa to Colorado, where she lives with her husband and daughter. She now writes science fiction, fantasy, horror, crime, and mystery for adults under her own name; adventurous and weird fiction for middle-grade (8-12 year old) kids under the pseudonym De Kenyon; and various thriller and suspense fiction for her ghostwriting clients under various and non-disclosable names. Her latest book, Alice’s Adventures in Underland:  The Queen of Stilled Hearts, combines two of her favorite topics–zombies and Lewis Carroll. Her short fiction has appeared in Black Static, Penumbra, Crossed Genres, Three-Lobed Burning Eye, and more. Her website and blog are at www.WonderlandPress.com.  You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

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A Fairy's Tale Series Reading Order:

Anytime: By Winter's Forbidden Rite (side novella set in 1899). A seance goes horribly, horribly wrong.

Book 0: By Dawn's Bloody Light (side novella). Three women, the queen of the fairies, and the serial killer who won't know what hit him.

Book 1: One Dark Summer Night (short novel, main series). If they didn't want to unleash the apocalypse...they shouldn't have killed the king of the fairies.

Book 2: Under Twilight's Spreading Blight (novel, main series). The house is haunted, crawling with entities not even the fairies dare to confront. But an even worse betrayal is waiting inside... (Forthcoming)

Book 3: Of Noon's Harsh Birthright (novel, main series). Trapped in a government testing facility are the last of the fairies...and the last people who can stop the Others from consuming them all. (Forthcoming)

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By Winter's Forbidden Rite

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BY WINTER’S FORBIDDEN RITE

Prologue

An isolated farmstead in the Midwest – December 9, 1889

No devil will fright thee then so much as she.

—William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost

The house had only recently gone quiet. The wind moaned around it, casting flakes of snow at it too fast for the eye to see—only white trails where the snow had once been. White snow clung to the rose-colored paint on the walls of the house and the red paint on the fences and the barn and the outbuildings.

Nothing living remained. Inside the barns, the milk cows were beginning to freeze to the straw on the dirt floor. Two horses, likewise. The white chickens had escaped from their coop before their slaughter, for the most part, and had been sucked away by the snow. A few of them might live until springtime. But most of them would lie trapped within the snowbanks until spring. Then they would sink into the dark earth and rot.

The farmcats had fled at the first sign of trouble, of course, but then so had the mice.

Human bodies lay in the house, the barn, and around the farmyard, cooling in pools of their own blood.

Crystals of ice formed in the red footsteps.

The babe in the Lady’s arms shivered, but not from the cold. He was inoculated now with her genetic material, from a gentle kiss on the forehead.

As a mother, she understood what terrible hopes lay upon something so lovely and defenseless. As a scientist, she was far more aware of the mistakes she had made with other humans, over an immense amount of time. She was learning, though, what she needed in order to found a crossbreed race.

As a queen, she was running out of time.

She held the child tighter, and lay her cheek against his. My son, she said. You are now my son.

His face was hideously, terrifyingly pale. She kissed him again, this time only to comfort him.

It was time to go.

PART 1 – Before the Séance

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail

—William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost

The table did not seat thirteen, nor would the parlor have seated thirteen if that many seats had been available. In fact there weren’t thirteen women that the lady of the house could trust in