I wanted to share a quick update on Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
This project is still moving forward, and I haven’t forgotten it. I know there has been a longer pause between updates than I originally hoped, and I truly appreciate your patience while I’ve been balancing several moving pieces behind the scenes.
Right now, my focus is on making sure this book is delivered in the strongest form possible. This story deserves the right care, especially because it sits in that darker, magical corner of my fantasy world where curses, fae bargains, and dangerous choices all collide.
Over the past months, the story, worldbuilding, and revisions have continued evolving behind the scenes, and I’m looking forward to sharing more glimpses from the project again as we move forward together.
I wanted to make sure you heard directly from me: the project is still active, the story is still coming, and I’m incredibly grateful you’re here for the journey.
The past year has brought significant personal, health, and life challenges behind the scenes, and because this is a collaborative project, those shifts naturally impacted the timeline in ways we did not originally anticipate. Even so, the story has continued evolving, and we remain committed to bringing this book to life with the care it deserves.
I know this book has taken longer than originally hoped, and I deeply appreciate the patience and kindness so many of you have continued to show while this story becomes what it is meant to be.
Here’s a small return to the shadows and magic waiting inside the book, a new excerpt from the world of Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
Chapter 5: Wisteria
Everything seemed beautiful. As if a painting had come to life. Lavender-hued wisteria climbed and wrapped around stone, balcony banisters, even the lower towers of the palace.
All a warning.
Pretty but deadly.
The palace was busy, busier than usual. Pastel-dressed royals arrived to remit their taxes in an abundance of noise. What their loud clothes did not announce, their voices carried. Carriages jingled with bells, followed by miniature marching bands as if it were a parade. They waved to those lining the streets, as if anyone beneath them cared, while their overloaded carriages creaked beneath the weight of goods. All the while, soldiers, guards, Guild members, and scribes threaded through the grounds in careful order, immune to the spectacle.
The king’s guards kept things moving as common citizens maneuvered through the crush. But it was the presence of the Temple that caught my attention. The Concordance.
They walked with measured precision. Not wide enough to appear pompous. Not too short to seem inept. Secondary only to the king they served, they moved through the crowd, which parted instinctively before them.
Where the Guild enforced, the holy caste interpreted our sacred text.
They drew closer. I lowered my head, as was required.
Although they were scribes, those who ascended to the libraries, not through merit but bloodline, the law demanded our acquiescence. Their white and gold robes floated just above polished boots, spotless, as if dirt itself feared touching them.
They did not believe in free will, only in a proclaimed destiny carved by the Rooted One within our Wisterian Temple. The First Accord bound us all. Our doctrine taught that blood determined the king’s line, and every position of power beneath it.
Blood cursed. Blood blessed. Blood made whole.
Pomp and circumstance stank as badly as the manure ground into the stairs. Everything and everyone had a place in this kingdom of bright colors, beauty used to mask truth, deception painted carefully enough to pass for order.
I caught sight of Edan in the distance, moving toward a different wing of the grounds, his stride purposeful. I wondered what he was doing.
Being a prince granted freedoms I did not possess.
The midday bell chimed.
As I continued to scrub, despite my aching hands, I watched the students lining up before the temple’s gateway, entering one by one. The first holy command of the Concordance was surrender: to them, to their oaths, their power. They called it the utterance, when the students had to present themselves for the Concordance’s evaluation, their weekly evaluation.
The only good thing about being Griselda’s possession was that I didn’t have to head there and listen to that drivel. I was supposedly cursed by darkness, which made their skin crawl, and their discomfort gave me a pass.
I still often wondered if that community bubble they built through ritual was what reinforced my subjugation. If they were convinced I was evil, what if that belief was what contributed to my oppression? They’d exchanged unconditional love for overbearing power.
And just like they “supposedly” supported the king, could they rip it away so easily through holy greed?
If so, where did Edan fall in this? Playing politics? Or trying to find a way out from under their thumbs?
Questions about him followed me through the day. I avoided Griselda’s spies where I could, lingering in places they rarely bothered to watch. Gossip traveled faster than feet. Whispers of fractured alliances. Of realms tugging away from the marriage mart. Of a king struggling to hold the petals together.
I had no place in such calculations. The thought made me grimace.
Love for me was not a possibility. Lowborn. Daughter of a traitor.
The Temple would never sanction more for me than a quiet corner in someone’s shadow, never a home. Never legitimacy.
The king would choose carefully for Edan. Blood fit to bind the realm. A bride to warm his bed and bear sons.
I lived in purgatory.
I did not need to dwell on it.
Gathering my things, I slowly moved toward the gate, dragging my bucket and supplies, when I happened upon two men standing in the shadows. They whispered, still drinking deep from their cups.
“Briarwood’s uprising now.” The first one raised his tankard and drank deep, wiping the strong mead from his beard. “It won’t be long until Zenithhaven does the same.”
“Aye,” the other agreed. “His liege surely regrets his son’s denial of the Zenithhaven girl.”
Zenithhaven was one province over. Marindel was the seat of the realm, but many lords’ houses fed into the system, all ruled by King Frederick. The feudal system of power was simple enough. Obedience bought protection.
And blood… power.
That was the true currency here.
At the bottom, they were all like crabs in a barrel, seeking an opportunity not only to rise but to reign.
Those lords benefited from the king’s great army and might, paid dearly for it, and one fortunate house might even decree exact relation when Edan married.
My throat threatened to close. Why did I feel this way? Of all the faces in this place, his had been the kindest since Claire’s death…murder.
Still, the screams did not stop. I simply carried them with me now. Burned into my marrow. A promise to find answers.
“She wasn’t much to look at,” the guard continued. “I hear that he rebuffed her. No doubt.”
“Glamorous feuds for naught.” Words that could have been considered treasonous if heard by the wrong ears. He shook his head and the meaning clear. Without Edan married, dissent could take root, grow.
The worst thing possible was for one filled with pride to be found lacking. Zenithhaven, with its large harbor, treasures from the sea, and sail-ready soldiers, was not something the kingdom needed to fall to potential rebels. Their wealth in the wrong hands…I dared not consider it.
Pulling open the black metal door, the soldiers silenced, took one look at me, and chortled. “There is the prince’s lapdog now. Poor thing.”
Invisibility would have been better than pity. But pity carried its very own shield.
“Maybe she needs only a soldier’s attention.” The man took a step toward me, before his friend’s hand came down on his shoulder, stopping his approach.
“Don’t you know who she is? She’s the fallen fairy’s daughter.”
Those words were enough to splinter anyone weaker than I. I didn’t remember my mother clearly, only heard of her dastardly deeds, but her voice still carried in memories I couldn’t quite forget.
My steps didn’t slow.
Instead, the sound of the dogs barking beyond the keep’s wall was enough of a distraction. The cock crowed, and the sun’s twilight shimmered over the marooning sky.
Chased away by ghosts, there was nothing left for me to face except one question. If the gates were guarded, how was I to escape after curfew?
Thank you again for your patience, support, and belief in this story. It means more than you know.
I’m looking forward to sharing more with you soon.
Tina and I want to drop in and let you all know that we are still actively in our writing caves, working on our dark fantasy for you. It's even greater than we imagined! We can't wait to get it to you! We know you'll love it. It has everything we promised and more.
We know our book has been delayed, but life has been a struggle. We won't regale you with specifics, but we thank you for your patience. The original delayed date was set for the end of this month. However, we are going to have to push it back a little farther.
We appreciate each and every one of you and know Curse of the Fallen Fairy is definitely worth the wait.
Happy New Year! We hope you had a joyful holiday season with your family and friends.
Can you believe summer is already winding down (don’t worry, I won’t rush it along too quickly)? I’m finally back stateside after an incredible time in Germany, where I did exactly what was most needed—refilling the creative well.
Germany was pure magic. I chased hooded crows, chatted with bears, admired snails and butterflies… yes, all the animals seemed to have something to say. But what inspired me most was walking those old cobblestone streets. Surrounded by ancient city walls, majestic views, and history tinged with magic, I couldn’t help but imagine how these moments will enrich Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
Now that Angela and I are back in the same country, we’ll be diving into the project in the days ahead. Life has tossed us a few curveballs, but we’re stronger for it—and more excited than ever to keep building this story for you.
For those who made post-campaign pledges, a quick note: cards will only be charged once the first draft is finished. You’ll receive a notification through Backerkit beforehand, so nothing will come as a surprise.
This is just a little wave to let you know we’re here, we’re working, and we’re so grateful for your patience and support as we create this magic together.
Thank You for Your Patience — Updated Timeline for Curse of the Fallen Fairy
Hi, Amazing Backer,
First, thank you so much for your incredible support and patience.
I wanted to personally let you know that there will be a delay in the delivery of Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
Although we had built extra time into the schedule to account for potential supply chain issues, life threw a few unexpected curveballs our way, as well. Without getting into too many details, these life changes have impacted our production timeline.
We are still actively working on the project, just slower than we had initially planned. Because of this, we will not be able to meet the original July delivery date.
This project has many moving parts, and we want to make sure we deliver something truly worthy of your support.
That said, if you ordered the previously released ebook as part of your pledge, you’ll be receiving that portion soon! 🎉
For everything else, we are now targeting a new delivery window of January 2026. We believe this gives us plenty of time to complete everything properly. If we’re able to finish and deliver earlier, we absolutely will.
We’ll keep you updated every step of the way. Thank you again for being part of this journey—we couldn’t do it without you!
If you have any questions or concerns, please email or message us.
From the cutting room floor… Maybe? A "special" POV you don't want to miss!
Hey, everyone! Angela here. I want to let you know that everything is still on schedule. Tina and I decided to drop a little exclusive, behind-the-scenes look at what we've been working on. This scene, however, is quite unusual and may end up on the cutting room floor. Or will it? Personally, I adore learning the crow's point of view, and who their master truly is.
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From the cutting room floor… Maybe?
Under the waning daylight, warm tendrils of the sun’s rays beat down upon my black feathers. Thick, wispy clouds shifted across the painted sky.
And the madness below reminded me of the stupidity of bipedal sorts. Here high above, near the Tower of Punishment, us murder of crows cawed, waited. On the high walls, Guards in garish gold and red stood at attention, while metal clanked incessantly against the flagpole. Curiously, the royal banner did not fly.
I cocked my head to the side.
Often, these things happened when no flag flew from the pole, as though a reminder of something missing.
“If only I were a bird.”
Brought by the wind, the words of the red-headed fairy on the raised wooden platform, cut to me. My head turned until I could focus on her. Her long hair whipped around her youthful, kind, but pain-stricken face.
A face I remembered.
Of all the fairies, she was one of the nicest. Lovely even. Perhaps she’d wanted a pet crow. Maybe that’s what she thought I’d become. A pang of regret hit me. Everything around us had energy, and even now, gazing over the crowd, I watched that energy shift in color—some more brightly than others.
“This is one hell of a day.” Shadow released a low, raspy call, and bobbed his head. “But we need to be careful. Something doesn’t feel right.”
Feelings, instinct.
We all had to pay attention to that around us. Just because we sat up here, didn’t mean we were outside of danger. I leaned my beak into the wind, lightly tasting the difference in the air.
Seated on the castle’s turret, I observed the lowly fairies making haste, screaming, chanting, demanding if the cracking of the trees were any clue as to what they were talking about. The square below packed them in. Although I didn’t quite understand, the energy around them was dark, murderous even.
My mother had told me about this when I was a hatchling, about the pound of flesh, blood and bone, which would soil the ground. Mm. An appealing meal and I was ravenous. Their latest doings had dispelled good prey, leaving me and my murder wasting away.
But tonight, we’d dine… gloriously.
Would my dear friend now perish? Would she be what the others were looking forward to feasting on?
Caw.
We couldn’t do this. She’d cared for us when we were famished, in need.
My stomach grumbled in protest.
Death was coming.
“May the curse of the dark fairy bring justice, and may you all pay,” the woman shouted, and my wings fluttered.
The crowd erupted and the surrounding crows all squawked in unison. A song of regret, a chant of pain and hunger.
Sorrow slammed into my chest. Time, I could see it. The fluttering of light. My eyes glazed over, hearing only the screams of my friend, followed by the sweet aroma of crimson as it hit my senses.
Caw.
I was a beast.
I would become a monster.
So hungry.
So hurt.
Caw.
My tongue flicked in and out in anticipation.
I can’t. I won’t.
I attempted to tuck my wings, to turn away, when an unnatural tug forced me to fly from my perch, ordered by the woman who controlled us.
Covered in feathers, our master, only known to us as the Head Fairy Godmother.
“It's dinnertime, my pets. Now, feast,” she commanded, a wicked smile upon her face.
We're so happy to have you here and want to pop in with a short update.
It's Tina here to give you an update.
The holiday season is over, but the holiday decorations are still up in the Glasneck household. We love the Christmas lights and I will keep them up until we start forgetting to turn them off. The longest they've ever remained was until April. LOL. I'm sure I'm not the only one.
LOL.
Now, on to updates from the writing desks.
Things continue to remain on track as we work in the background on our story and world for Curse of the Fallen Fairy. Here's a sketch of one of the cards. Isn't it cute?
Lovely sketch for Curse of the Fallen Fairy
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I wanted to share a quick update on Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
This project is still moving forward, and I haven’t forgotten it. I know there has been a longer pause between updates than I originally hoped, and I truly appreciate your patience while I’ve been balancing several moving pieces behind the scenes.
Right now, my focus is on making sure this book is delivered in the strongest form possible. This story deserves the right care, especially because it sits in that darker, magical corner of my fantasy world where curses, fae bargains, and dangerous choices all collide.
Over the past months, the story, worldbuilding, and revisions have continued evolving behind the scenes, and I’m looking forward to sharing more glimpses from the project again as we move forward together.
I wanted to make sure you heard directly from me: the project is still active, the story is still coming, and I’m incredibly grateful you’re here for the journey.
The past year has brought significant personal, health, and life challenges behind the scenes, and because this is a collaborative project, those shifts naturally impacted the timeline in ways we did not originally anticipate. Even so, the story has continued evolving, and we remain committed to bringing this book to life with the care it deserves.
I know this book has taken longer than originally hoped, and I deeply appreciate the patience and kindness so many of you have continued to show while this story becomes what it is meant to be.
Here’s a small return to the shadows and magic waiting inside the book, a new excerpt from the world of Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
Chapter 5: Wisteria
Everything seemed beautiful. As if a painting had come to life. Lavender-hued wisteria climbed and wrapped around stone, balcony banisters, even the lower towers of the palace.
All a warning.
Pretty but deadly.
The palace was busy, busier than usual. Pastel-dressed royals arrived to remit their taxes in an abundance of noise. What their loud clothes did not announce, their voices carried. Carriages jingled with bells, followed by miniature marching bands as if it were a parade. They waved to those lining the streets, as if anyone beneath them cared, while their overloaded carriages creaked beneath the weight of goods. All the while, soldiers, guards, Guild members, and scribes threaded through the grounds in careful order, immune to the spectacle.
The king’s guards kept things moving as common citizens maneuvered through the crush. But it was the presence of the Temple that caught my attention. The Concordance.
They walked with measured precision. Not wide enough to appear pompous. Not too short to seem inept. Secondary only to the king they served, they moved through the crowd, which parted instinctively before them.
Where the Guild enforced, the holy caste interpreted our sacred text.
They drew closer. I lowered my head, as was required.
Although they were scribes, those who ascended to the libraries, not through merit but bloodline, the law demanded our acquiescence. Their white and gold robes floated just above polished boots, spotless, as if dirt itself feared touching them.
They did not believe in free will, only in a proclaimed destiny carved by the Rooted One within our Wisterian Temple. The First Accord bound us all. Our doctrine taught that blood determined the king’s line, and every position of power beneath it.
Blood cursed. Blood blessed. Blood made whole.
Pomp and circumstance stank as badly as the manure ground into the stairs. Everything and everyone had a place in this kingdom of bright colors, beauty used to mask truth, deception painted carefully enough to pass for order.
I caught sight of Edan in the distance, moving toward a different wing of the grounds, his stride purposeful. I wondered what he was doing.
Being a prince granted freedoms I did not possess.
The midday bell chimed.
As I continued to scrub, despite my aching hands, I watched the students lining up before the temple’s gateway, entering one by one. The first holy command of the Concordance was surrender: to them, to their oaths, their power. They called it the utterance, when the students had to present themselves for the Concordance’s evaluation, their weekly evaluation.
The only good thing about being Griselda’s possession was that I didn’t have to head there and listen to that drivel. I was supposedly cursed by darkness, which made their skin crawl, and their discomfort gave me a pass.
I still often wondered if that community bubble they built through ritual was what reinforced my subjugation. If they were convinced I was evil, what if that belief was what contributed to my oppression? They’d exchanged unconditional love for overbearing power.
And just like they “supposedly” supported the king, could they rip it away so easily through holy greed?
If so, where did Edan fall in this? Playing politics? Or trying to find a way out from under their thumbs?
Questions about him followed me through the day. I avoided Griselda’s spies where I could, lingering in places they rarely bothered to watch. Gossip traveled faster than feet. Whispers of fractured alliances. Of realms tugging away from the marriage mart. Of a king struggling to hold the petals together.
I had no place in such calculations. The thought made me grimace.
Love for me was not a possibility. Lowborn. Daughter of a traitor.
The Temple would never sanction more for me than a quiet corner in someone’s shadow, never a home. Never legitimacy.
The king would choose carefully for Edan. Blood fit to bind the realm. A bride to warm his bed and bear sons.
I lived in purgatory.
I did not need to dwell on it.
Gathering my things, I slowly moved toward the gate, dragging my bucket and supplies, when I happened upon two men standing in the shadows. They whispered, still drinking deep from their cups.
“Briarwood’s uprising now.” The first one raised his tankard and drank deep, wiping the strong mead from his beard. “It won’t be long until Zenithhaven does the same.”
“Aye,” the other agreed. “His liege surely regrets his son’s denial of the Zenithhaven girl.”
Zenithhaven was one province over. Marindel was the seat of the realm, but many lords’ houses fed into the system, all ruled by King Frederick. The feudal system of power was simple enough. Obedience bought protection.
And blood… power.
That was the true currency here.
At the bottom, they were all like crabs in a barrel, seeking an opportunity not only to rise but to reign.
Those lords benefited from the king’s great army and might, paid dearly for it, and one fortunate house might even decree exact relation when Edan married.
My throat threatened to close. Why did I feel this way? Of all the faces in this place, his had been the kindest since Claire’s death…murder.
Still, the screams did not stop. I simply carried them with me now. Burned into my marrow. A promise to find answers.
“She wasn’t much to look at,” the guard continued. “I hear that he rebuffed her. No doubt.”
“Glamorous feuds for naught.” Words that could have been considered treasonous if heard by the wrong ears. He shook his head and the meaning clear. Without Edan married, dissent could take root, grow.
The worst thing possible was for one filled with pride to be found lacking. Zenithhaven, with its large harbor, treasures from the sea, and sail-ready soldiers, was not something the kingdom needed to fall to potential rebels. Their wealth in the wrong hands…I dared not consider it.
Pulling open the black metal door, the soldiers silenced, took one look at me, and chortled. “There is the prince’s lapdog now. Poor thing.”
Invisibility would have been better than pity. But pity carried its very own shield.
“Maybe she needs only a soldier’s attention.” The man took a step toward me, before his friend’s hand came down on his shoulder, stopping his approach.
“Don’t you know who she is? She’s the fallen fairy’s daughter.”
Those words were enough to splinter anyone weaker than I. I didn’t remember my mother clearly, only heard of her dastardly deeds, but her voice still carried in memories I couldn’t quite forget.
My steps didn’t slow.
Instead, the sound of the dogs barking beyond the keep’s wall was enough of a distraction. The cock crowed, and the sun’s twilight shimmered over the marooning sky.
Chased away by ghosts, there was nothing left for me to face except one question. If the gates were guarded, how was I to escape after curfew?
Thank you again for your patience, support, and belief in this story. It means more than you know.
I’m looking forward to sharing more with you soon.
Tina and I want to drop in and let you all know that we are still actively in our writing caves, working on our dark fantasy for you. It's even greater than we imagined! We can't wait to get it to you! We know you'll love it. It has everything we promised and more.
We know our book has been delayed, but life has been a struggle. We won't regale you with specifics, but we thank you for your patience. The original delayed date was set for the end of this month. However, we are going to have to push it back a little farther.
We appreciate each and every one of you and know Curse of the Fallen Fairy is definitely worth the wait.
Happy New Year! We hope you had a joyful holiday season with your family and friends.
Can you believe summer is already winding down (don’t worry, I won’t rush it along too quickly)? I’m finally back stateside after an incredible time in Germany, where I did exactly what was most needed—refilling the creative well.
Germany was pure magic. I chased hooded crows, chatted with bears, admired snails and butterflies… yes, all the animals seemed to have something to say. But what inspired me most was walking those old cobblestone streets. Surrounded by ancient city walls, majestic views, and history tinged with magic, I couldn’t help but imagine how these moments will enrich Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
Now that Angela and I are back in the same country, we’ll be diving into the project in the days ahead. Life has tossed us a few curveballs, but we’re stronger for it—and more excited than ever to keep building this story for you.
For those who made post-campaign pledges, a quick note: cards will only be charged once the first draft is finished. You’ll receive a notification through Backerkit beforehand, so nothing will come as a surprise.
This is just a little wave to let you know we’re here, we’re working, and we’re so grateful for your patience and support as we create this magic together.
First, thank you so much for your incredible support and patience.
I wanted to personally let you know that there will be a delay in the delivery of Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
Although we had built extra time into the schedule to account for potential supply chain issues, life threw a few unexpected curveballs our way, as well. Without getting into too many details, these life changes have impacted our production timeline.
We are still actively working on the project, just slower than we had initially planned. Because of this, we will not be able to meet the original July delivery date.
This project has many moving parts, and we want to make sure we deliver something truly worthy of your support.
That said, if you ordered the previously released ebook as part of your pledge, you’ll be receiving that portion soon! 🎉
For everything else, we are now targeting a new delivery window of January 2026. We believe this gives us plenty of time to complete everything properly. If we’re able to finish and deliver earlier, we absolutely will.
We’ll keep you updated every step of the way. Thank you again for being part of this journey—we couldn’t do it without you!
If you have any questions or concerns, please email or message us.
