So what happens when you take a sick person, mix in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, some cold medicine, and a lifelong addiction to fairy tales?
Well, you could get some really weird dreams.
Or, if you’re a writer, you get ideas.
Like me. I had an idea.
That happened back in…oh, maybe 2008…ish? I was sitting at home, curled up in a recliner with my fever and my thera-flu and Gingerbread was on. If you’re a Buffy lover like I am, you should know this episode.
It was the Hansel and Gretel demon. You know…two cute kids who keep dying, every fifty years, all the way back to Germany in the Black Woods…
So I’m doing just fine, nursing my cold and my fever and totally being lazy, because yes, I’m sick and that’s all I’m supposed to do, right?
And then this happens…(quote found via IMDB, and FYI, as you can imagine, the lines aren’t mine…they come from BTVS)
Giles: There is a fringe theory held by a few folklorists that some regional stories have actual, um, very literal antecedents.
Buffy: And in some language that’s English?
Oz: Fairy tales are real.
Now…to my cold and fever addled brain this was just like…whoa. And I was like…what if they are? What if the fairy tales are really made up to hide real demons…whoa…
And it’s not crazy as it sounds, not if you have a fever of 102 and you’re have drunk on cold meds.
Somewhere in my fevered mind, I started playing with that idea. Fairy tales, see, they aren’t exactly real…but the people were. They were real, and the stories that were concocted were made so outlandish to hide something even scarier, even darker…like actual demons. And if there are demons, well…we have to have angels.
And that’s how the Grimm’s Circle series started. Want to read a short prequel for free? You can…at my site.
A note about the series…while the stories are connected via the ‘fairy tale’ connection, the stories are also written to be read independently of each other.
Grimm Circle # 1
by Shiloh Walker
Candy Houses, Book One of Grimm’s Circle
So you think you know fairy tales? Guess again
Greta didn’t get her happy ending her first time around. And now that she’s a Grimm-special kind of guardian angel and official ass-kicker in the paranormal world-romance is hard to find. Besides, there’s only ever been one man who made her heart race, and the fact that he did scared her right out of his arms.
Now Rip is back. And just in time too, because Greta needs his help. On a mission he knows is going to test all of his strengths and skills, the last person Rip expected to see is the one woman who broke his heart. Working together seems to be their only hope. But, when faced with a danger neither of them anticipated, the question is, how will they face the danger to their hearts-assuming they survive, of course. Warning: Dark, sexy, a little bit scary-this fairy tale is only for grownups and is best saved for bedtime…
I was pretty sure I hadn’t felt this kind of terror in a long time.
I’m not really afraid of dying. Or at least, normally, I’m not. Remember that “hard to kill” thing I mentioned?
I am hard to kill, but a bocan is strong enough to tear my head from my shoulders, and they are fast. That doesn’t sound like a fun way to go.
They are killing machines. Big, dumb killing machines and I was facing this one totally unprepared. The knife I carried wasn’t long enough to kill the thing unless I was really, really lucky. I’m good, but with these things, being good with a knife isn’t enough.
A sword would be better.
A cannon would be better.
Warily, I backed away, circling around and trying to lead the bocan away from the girl. I didn’t know if she’d be able to see it when she woke up. It depended on how far she’d dipped her toes into the waters of evil and death. I could hope that when she saw it, if she saw it, it might scare her straight, but I’m not really big on hope right now.
Not the way the night was going.
And to think I’d been bored just a few hours ago.
“So how long have you been hanging around this plane?” I asked.
The bocan didn’t speak. Their race didn’t have vocal chords. Other than the sibilant sounds they made when they breathed, they were quiet. They moved quietly, they attacked quietly and they killed quietly. Big, dumb, ugly…and quiet. They ought to be loud—only seemed fair. Something like this breathing death down your neck, there should be some sort of warning.
It cocked its head. The dim light danced over the dull gold scales that covered it from head to toe. Those scales were like armor. It had been a while since I’d faced a bocan…probably two or three hundred years, but I hadn’t forgotten how big they are, how strong they are or how hard they are to kill. At least the last time I’d faced one I’d had a for-real sword.
It came at me, a silent rush of death. At the very last second, I spun out of the way and felt the blast of air as it swiped out at where I’d stood only a heartbeat earlier. The thing’s hands ended in claws that measured close to three inches long.
The skin along the back of my neck prickled as I once more started to circle away from the bocan, weaving around it in nonsensical patterns. It made another rush and this time, instead of moving aside, I went down and sliced upward. Black, bitter blood covered me as I managed to break skin. It shuddered, but I figured out very quickly that while I’d hurt the demon, I hadn’t slowed it down. It slashed out as I scrambled away. Those claws got closer that time.
And then again. This time it caught me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as the claws managed to get me in the belly, slicing me open. Blood flowed.
A hand came out of nowhere and grabbed me, hauling me aside.
Dazed, I fell against the crumbled rock wall at my back and watched. I was in a state of shock, I think. I didn’t recognize the man at first…well, not consciously. My body probably would have, if I hadn’t been losing huge quantities of blood through the gashes in my belly. I whimpered and shrugged out of the blood-soaked jacket I wore and balled it up, pressing it to my wounded stomach.
The flesh was already knitting back together. I could literally feel it, deep, deep inside. It was a bad injury. If I was still wholly human, I’d be dead already. As it was, I was losing a lot of blood. Even us pseudo-immortals get weak when we lose too much blood.
Sinking to the ground, I watched as the man fought the bocan.
He was a lot more equipped to handle the thing than I was, that was for sure. The bocan tried to gut him with those lethal claws but the man moved away, quick as a wish. I saw one hand disappear inside the long coat he wore—something about that coat, the way it stretched over his shoulders, tickled a memory. I wouldn’t look at his face. Thinking about it now, I know why I wouldn’t look, because I knew in my heart who he was, and I needed to prepare myself a little bit more before I actually looked at him.
Instead, I focused on his hands…and on the very awesome weapon he’d drawn from inside that long, black coat. It was a black cylinder, maybe two, two and a half feet long. Yeah, I know, that doesn’t sound too flashy. It would do some serious damage to a human, probably even a number of manifested demons.
But a nine-foot-tall bocan?
Nope. Right up until he twisted it, I wasn’t impressed. But then he twisted it. I heard the whisper of metal as two edged blades appeared, one out either end of the metal cylinder.
Now it was five feet long, and bladed on both ends.
He used it like an artist. He moved like a dancer of death. The silver flashed through the air. His body barely seemed to touch the ground before he was moving off again. Eerie, deadly and oh so lovely to look at. In a rather morbid way, of course.
Black blood stained the metal as he sliced through the bocan’s scales.
The bocan hissed.
The man just laughed. That laugh. I knew that laugh.
Just before I passed out, I finally let myself look at him. I found myself staring at his familiar profile. An ache settled in my heart and it followed me as I went under
Due out in November
Grimm’s Circle Book 8
He is the love of all her lives…
Grimm’s Circle, Book 8
Thomas Finn, troublemaker, gunslinger, guardian angel…loner. More than a hundred and fifty years ago, he was shot in the back then brought back to life just in time to watch a demon masquerading as his best friend kill the love of his life.
Now, as a Grimm, he satisfies his need for vengeance hunting down demons like the ones that took Rebecca from him. His mission: kill as many as he can, then, when the time comes, go down in a blaze of glory. But with each kill, he comes closer to a line no angel should cross.
Her name was Rebecca. Then it was Tilly. Then Ada. Now, Kallypso. She’s lived so many lives, she can’t even remember when or why it started. All she knows is, she’s always searching for a man with golden eyes that make her burn. And when she finds him—as she always does—she knows that spark of joy means she’s only seconds away from death…again.Warning: Contains the Groundhog Day of star-crossed lovers, a pissed-off guardian angel, a demon-hunter with an axe to grind, and the battle to end all battles. Be warned…there’s pain ahead in this book. Oh, and that HEA finally happens. For these two, anyway.
Originally published in The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance.
A Grimm Prequel.
Greta doesn’t play well with others…never has. And although it might benice to have somebody there with her to break up the monotony of her life, she knows better than to let herself get close. Life has taught her that lesson the hard way…nothing is ever simple, and people bring complications she just doesn’t need.
But she’s a soldier in an army—a rather unique one—and when her partner, Rip, goes down in the line of duty, there’s no question of what she has to do. Stay with him, nurse him back to health…admire that nice, long…no, no, no…that’s not part of the job description at all.
Too bad she can’t seem to help herself.
Warning: This is a short story, only a short story, about two naughty guardian angels who start to fall for each other, in a very big way.
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