Series: Death Seeker #1
Published by Cecy Robson LLC on September 24, 2019
Genres: Urban Fantasy
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Fae was once a flourishing paradise. Until Death turned greedy and destroyed it, targeting the creatures who inhabited it. Those who survived escaped to Earth’s realm, but Death wasn’t far behind . . .
Olivia Finn is just another pixie trying to blend in among humans and hide from the death hounds who devoured her family. Clinging to the talisman that keeps her veiled from those who hunt her, she believes she is safe. . .. Until Death finds her and discovers she’s immune to its grip.
Now that Olivia’s power is unearthed, she is sought by Fae who see her as their savior and stalked by dark entities compelled to destroy her. Can she trust the King of the Dead who has sworn to train and protect her? Or should she obey her instincts that warn he desires more?
Olivia can no longer hide from Death. To survive, she must seek it.
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September 24, 2019 marks the release of Unearthed the first novel in Cecy Robson’s new Death Seeker Urban Fantasy series featuring fae,the death, and other supernatural creatures. Come check out the book, enter to win a fun giveaway and order your copy of Unearthed!
Unearthed is the first book I’ve read by Cecy Robson. I think it was a great introduction into her imagination and get a taste of the kind of worlds she can build.
The fae are on earth in hiding from their form of Death. They try to live normal lives and use a talisman to hide themselves. The world is nicely setup without overly explaining things. I enjoy that about a first book. The world is introduced as you need to know instead of an information dump.
I envisioned Olivia as a little bit flighty, but she soon proves herself to be more than competent in handling herself and others. When it comes to fighting Death, she is a little bit skittish, but she has a strong will and a determination to save her kind. It’s like she figures if she is who was picked for this job, she better do all she can to complete it. She is serious about her mission. I really enjoyed that about her. When it came to her work or something that was expected of her, she was all in.
Unearthed is a fun start to the Death Seeker series. Olivia is left in kind of a rough place that I’m holding my breath about. Not a cliff hanger, just a situation that will need to be worked out. It has left me excited to see where she ends up next!
Lights flash and magical mist pours across the dance floor, allowing privacy to those desperate for touch. Fae aren’t plentiful, and neither are establishments for us to gather. That’s what makes the Glen fun. It doesn’t just bring my kind together, it frees us. No glamour, no pretending. We discuss magic and the old realm, curse Death for destroying it and celebrate our survival.
With a shimmy and a shake, lavender and silver wings sprout from Dahlia’s back. She stretches, relishing the feel of simply being herself. She winks at me, her glimmering lavender eyes and lips radiant.
A drunk mountain troll stumbles between us. She releases my hand, allowing him through before clasping my hand and guiding us through the gyrating swarm of bodies. “Let’s have a drink, darling.”
I squeeze her hand. Fae are affectionate beings. In the human world, we cage our need to caress, embrace, and make love. It’s a way to keep our identities secret and another way to prevent Death from finding us.
Bill’s broken glamour was a result of a stolen kiss. It revealed his form to a human and worst of all damaged his talisman. Our talismans remain the only way to hide from those who hunt us. Without them, it’s a death warrant with our executioners often seconds from being collected.
A banshee sprints away from the bar and through the swarm of Fae. With all the grace of a swan, she leaps into the air and straddles the male who entered behind us. “David!” she screeches. “Sorry,” she adds when we groan and cover our ears.
“David” loses his tiny accountant persona, morphing into a giant cyclops with a long blond Mohawk. He laughs, catching the banshee when her legs break free of his widening waist.
She screeches. Again. The thought of that voice in the throes of passion makes me cringe. “David is going to need serious earplugs to get through the night,” I mutter.
Dahlia giggles, her laughter like wind chimes in the soft breeze. “Perhaps. But it will be worth it, darling,” she sings.
©Unearthed, Cecy Robson, LLC September 2019