The Dark Fae play a large part in the Spells of Air series of the Fae Mark'd World. Here's just a few snippets from To Charm the Wind that presents their interactions with Orielle, our protagonist. ~
1]
Volk looked around the room, then he found Orielle. He
lifted a marble-skinned hand. “Aiwaz Solksen,” he called, using the Dark Fae
name for her. “Lady Bone requests your presence.” His sharpened teeth flashed. “We
ride the Hunt tonight, and you swore to ride with us.”
2]
“To where do we ride, Lady Bone?”
“Nowhere and everywhere.”
That didn’t answer Orielle’s question. “You speak in
riddles, Lady.”
“You speak in truths, Aiwaz Solsken. Do wizards need
Rhoghieri that much?”
3]
Volk knelt before Lady Bone. He kissed the hem of her white
gown, stained with his blood. Her long-fingered hand touched the white crown of
his head. He looked up. His face shone, retaining that strange glow that had healed
him.
4]
The Sorceress and her Wyre are not the only evil creatures that Orielle and Grim fight against ~
1]
Orielle shivered. Her hands prickled again. Her face
prickled. Her back crawled. Ice shivered over her. Ice that felt like slime.
Ice that felt weighty as storms.
2]
Whoever was in that room with him worked foul sorcery. To enchant him?
3]
He seized the knife. A shudder wracked him, then he jerked
it out of Zairantze’s breast.
“No!” Orielle cried, too late. As soon as the knife left Zairantze’s
body, it dissolved, melting in his hand, the water evaporating into a mist.
4]
Crackling sorcery hit her barrier, weakening it to a translucent
shimmer. The two shape-shifting wyre plunged into the fighting on her right.
5]
The knife was embedded to the hilt in the woman’s breast,
just like Zairantze. No blood had seeped around it. And a wraith lifted its
head out of the hilt.
The Rhoghieri are supposed to be allies of the Wizard Enclave ~ but the Rho aren't interested in renewing the alliance.
1]
When he’d laughed enough, Elder Tobit pointed at
Orielle. “Prepare” was his only warning. He clapped his hands together.
A boom shuddered under her feet. Orielle staggered.
Brok grabbed her arm and hauled her back. The ground where
she’d stood had cracked open.
2]
Orielle saw the open door, darkness inside, her protective
seal broken.
3]
The gate’s iron bars were thick, black and unrusted. No Fae
would touch the iron, but the metal wouldn’t hold a wizard, not unless it was
spelled with a bane. Would it hold a Rhoghieri? One push of Air from Grim would
send the gate flying.
4]
An orb of fire shot through the door. Flames exploded over
Trebetha. She screamed then crumbled … and writhed on the ground as the fire
consumed her. People screamed. The crowd behind them thinned.
The Relationship between Orielle and Grim continues to grow ~
1]
“You counting your enemies? That’s the first bit of wisdom
you’ve had.”
2]
“Have you not learned that I’m a better fighter than that?”
Orielle asked.
Grim smirked. “You do have a tendency to jump into trouble.”
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