Daughter of Rage and Beauty (Berserker Academy Book 1) by Amy Pennza

Author:Amy Pennza [Pennza, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scribble Pretty Books
Published: 2019-11-04T06:00:00+00:00

10

Wind rushed by my head, ripping at my hair and clothes. At my side, Hauk’s body seemed to blur, as if the wind was smearing him.

I gritted my teeth and leaned forward. The wind howled, driving a thousand tiny needles into my eyes.

Can’t see. It was too much. Travel by portal had never felt like this. Most caused minor discomfort, like driving fast through a tunnel or hitting an air pocket on an airplane. This was like standing in a hurricane.

The screaming in my ears intensified. A curious squeezing sensation gripped me—like my body was too big for the space.

Then it stopped.

The loss of pressure was so abrupt, I lost my balance. I fell to my knees, and my palms hit . . . grass?

I opened my eyes. Green spread before me like an endless sea. Wherever we were, it was twilight. The sky at the horizon was a soft purple, and everything had a faint glow to it, like the whole scene was illuminated by a giant night light. The grass under my hands was cool and soft.

“Elin, you okay?”

Hauk knelt at my side, his eyes worried.

“Yeah.” My voice was like gravel, and my throat felt like it had been scoured with sandpaper. One hand braced on the ground, I lowered my head and coughed.

He patted my back, then rubbed small circles between my shoulder blades. “I’m sorry that was rough. I should have warned you.”

I swallowed a couple times. Would kill for a Gatorade right now. “That was the worst portal ever. I’m never flying Hauk Airlines again.”

Faint amusement laced his tone. “It’s not my fault, although I’m willing to accept the blame. It always feels like that when you travel to Faerie.”

That brought my head up. “Faerie?”

“Underhill. Realm of the Sidhe or Aos Sí. The lands of the Tuatha Dé Danann, although my father has never counted himself one of them.”

Shock held me speechless for a moment. At the same time, puzzle pieces fell into place. Maja had claimed he was too good for me. “Ask him to tell you about his father,” she’d said.

I looked into his eyes. They really were a gorgeous blue.

An otherworldly blue.

“Tell me about your father,” I said. “Who is he?”

“Crom Cruach.”

It was a good thing I was already on the ground. Otherwise, I probably would have fainted. As it was, it took me a couple tries to form a response.

“Your . . . father is the Irish god of human sacrifice?”

“I told you he isn’t a pleasant guy.”

That was the understatement of the century. Crom Cruach was a Faerie supervillain. Whereas most high Fae downplayed their bad past conduct, he seemed to relish his evil reputation. Rumors had swirled about him for centuries, even up to modern times. There was the occasional kidnapping—something Hauk’s mother’s story seemed to confirm.

But there were also stories that he still actively recruited followers. The high Fae had agreed to discourage worship years ago, but Crom Cruach apparently hadn’t received the memo.

And he was too powerful for any Fae to stand up to him.

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