Hidden
Wings
Anima
Book 1
by
Ana Raine
Genre:
M/M Fantasy Romance
Kanji
is the last royal Kuro swan, an ancient race who once served the
demonic Sidhee. The Kuro were betrayed and given as slaves to the
Dryma fairies. When a Dryma is born, his soul attaches to a tree, and
to sustain their lives, the Dryma conscript the Kuro to protect their
woods. In their servitude, the Kuro are languishing and dying off.
Kanji is desperate to reunite his people with their stolen wings, but
the task seems impossible.
When
Kanji discovers a plan to unite the Sidhee and the Dryma, he tricks
the Sidhee prince and attends a masked ball in disguise. There he
meets Prince Tristan, who is nothing like the other fairies. Kind and
compassionate, Tristan has a plan to free the Dryma from their
dependence on the trees—and their need of the Kuro’s protection.
It could mean freedom for Kanji’s people, but it might also mean
choosing between them and the life of the fairy who is—impossibly—his
mate.
When
Tristan is wounded in battle and left for dead, his survival depends
on the success of his experiments. Can Kanji dare to believe, or must
he come to terms with the loss of his mate?
A
Bittersweet Dreams title: It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't
always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate
intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These
stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the
strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move
you to tears.
Captive
Wings
Anima
Book 2
Liberation
from one master might mean enslavement to another.
For
centuries, the Kuro swan shifters have been the unwilling servants of
the Dryma faeries. That changed when Prince Tristan of the Dryma
attempted to sacrifice himself for Royal Kuro Kanji—his lover and
mate.
The
Sidhee, seeing Tristan’s actions to free the swans as a betrayal,
launch a devastating attack that leaves most of the Kuro and Dryma
dead or imprisoned.The fate of the swans rests entirely on Kanji’s
shoulders, and he must somehow devise a plan that will protect both
his partner and his tribe as the war with the Sidhee rages. It won’t
be easy for mortal enemies to become allies, and Kanji is beginning
to despair of ever waking Tristan from his deathlike slumber. And
neither the Kuro nor the Dryma can compete with the Sidhee when it
comes to brutal violence.
When
Kanji finds a small boy asleep at the bottom of a lake, his hope for
reuniting with Tristan is rekindled. But what is the boy, and can his
magic turn the tide against a seemingly unstoppable enemy?
For so long, we’d been slaves to the Dryma, and we still weren’t free. What was more, our fear of the Sidhee dictated our every move and even limited our time beside the water.
I wasn’t sure if it was my hatred or fear that propelled me forward, but I filled my lungs with air and dove headfirst into the murky water.
I felt something else, an ancient kind of creature who belonged in my world. There was little moonlight, so I could barely make out anything farther than my arm’s length.
Kanji, dammit. Are you okay?
Zain’s thoughts were frantic and I knew the only reason he wasn’t flailing around behind me was because he was worried he’d knock me out with his strong arms.
There’s something down here.
Yeah? Rocks?
No… something more.
There were many human things about me, but once a Kuro had filled their lungs with air, they could hold their breath for long lengths of time.
But I’d been submerged for too long. I could feel my lungs stretching painfully, like twisting rope deep inside of me. Dejectedly, I was about to return to the surface and admit defeat when I saw what I’d been searching for.
Lying on the river floor was a pale-haired boy no older than ten. If his eyes hadn’t been open, I wouldn’t have seen the watery film over the pupil enabling him to see.
He was naked, with his arms floating at his sides as though he didn’t know about shame and therefore couldn’t feel embarrassment. Reaching for his arm, I expected him to lash out, but he surprised me by wrapping a small slimy hand around my wrist.
Breaking the surface, I inhaled sharply. The boy’s hand slipped from my arm, but before he could drift back beneath the water, I cradled him against my body.
In the moonlight, I could see that his pale skin made me look like a bronzed statue. If there hadn’t been a bluish glow covering his skin, he would’ve appeared white as chalk. His fair hair was the color of water lilies, draping around him like a silk curtain.
“Jesus,” Zain cried. He wrestled with his shirt and managed to lift it over his head without crashing into the water. “Here.”
I carefully treaded to where he was standing and took the shirt. The hem was soaked but at least the boy was covered.
“He’s not dead, is he?”
“No,” I murmured, pulling a loose strand of hair away from the boy’s face so I could make out the shape of his upturned nose. “He’s not human.”
Ana
Raine writes because she loves to believe in magic, dragons, and that
there is more to life than what human eyes can see. Ana lives in
Michigan where when it’s not snowy and wet, there are beautiful
state parks and lakes to visit. When she was eighteen, she married
her best friend and they live with their two cats, Mason and Misaki.
Ana has celiac disease, but that hasn’t stopped her from learning
how to cook and bake so she can eat tasty treats. Fudge, enchiladas,
and anything involving yucca/cassava are her absolute favorite.
Ana
has studied in Osaka, Japan where she learned about theater and
drama. She would love to go back after she is sure her Japanese is
efficient enough. Ana loves anything to do with foxes, especially
Arctic foxes. One day, Ana will find a way to incorporate her love of
foxes into a novel, but until then, she’ll stay focused on fairies,
shape shifters, and mythology.
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