Tay's best
friend, Cale always told him fairy-tales were dark, but they all have happy
endings, right?
Willow’s Way
Dark Fairytale
Book 1
by Cheryl
Headford
Genre: LGBTQ YA Epic Fantasy
Cale always told Tay that fairy tales were dark. But they
always have happy endings, right?
Taylor Preston is a normal sixteen-year-old whose biggest worries are his GCSE
exams. He’s right in the middle of them, but he has a summer of fun with his
parents to look forward to after. Or not.
Despite their promise to spend the summer focusing on their one and only son,
Tay’s parents, Local Authority specialist foster carers, take on one more
special case.
Willow’s arrival throws more than Tay’s summer into chaos. Suddenly, his best
friend is possessed by a demon, his parents aren’t his parents after all, and
he’s literally living a nightmare in a fairy tale world that as dark as
anything Cale ever warned him about. All he has is Willow and a burning desire
to save his friend before he succumbs to the demon and Willow kills him.
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Tay’s Trials
Dark Fairytale
Book 2
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Godric’s Gift
Dark Fairytale
Book 3
Tay had thought that fighting demons was the hardest thing
he’d have to do, but what came after was so much harder.
No one thought Tay was ready to face his possessed brother
and the demon army at his back, and that included Tay himself. Gray, however,
thought different and, as usual, Gray got his way. But if Tay thought the
demons were the hardest thing he’d have to face, he would soon find himself
dead wrong.
From determining ownership of the land formerly occupied by
the demons to a world that had been without a High King for so long they
weren’t sure they needed one, every day brought new problems, and then there
was the magic that was not so slowly leaking out of the world. Tay’s life got
more complicated every day.
When Gray stepped up with the answers, it only made things a
whole lot worse.
Cheryl was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales
Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the
bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and
there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum
but aren’t so much fun to clean.
Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make
up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary
worlds she created, in play.
Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re
enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age.
As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she
had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making,
to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the
children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and
the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only
source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore
and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories
still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s
still there, somewhere.
In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the
valleys with her son, dog, bearded dragon and three cats. Her daughter has
deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been
happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to
her twin loves of writing and art, with a healthy smattering of magic and
mayhem
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