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A Cruel and Fated Light

Book #2 of Hollow Star Saga
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Half-fae Arlo becomes entangled in the courtly intrigue at the Seelie Summer palace as danger for ironborns mounts in this “beautifully written and deliciously complex” (Nicki Pau Preto, author of the Crown of Feathers trilogy) sequel to A Dark and Hollow Star that’s The Cruel Prince meets City of Bones.

After thwarting the man behind the gruesome ironborn murders—and breaking several fae laws to do so—all Arlo wants is a quiet summer. As the deity of luck’s Hollow Star, capable of bringing about endless possibilities, this shouldn’t be too much to ask, right?

But someone is still trying to summon the mythical Seven Deadly Sins. All signs point to immortal meddling, and if this is the gods’ attempt at returning to the Mortal Realm, it’s Arlo they’re going to use to do it.

When Queen Riadne offers to host Arlo at the Seelie Summer palace, she jumps at the chance. She’ll get to see more of Vehan and Aurelian and perhaps even work out her complicated feelings for the gorgeous ex-Fury, Nausicaä. But no one trusts the infamous Queen of Light, even as Arlo wonders if she’s just been greatly misunderstood.

With the Summer Solstice quickly approaching, everyone expects Riadne to finally challenge the High King for his crown. And as Arlo struggles to get control of her powers and take charge of her destiny, she’ll soon be faced with a choice that won’t only change the fate of the Mortal Realm forever but could condemn it to a cruelty the likes of which the Courts have never known.

Excerpt

Chapter 1: Arlo CHAPTER 1 Arlo
Toronto—The Palace of Spring, Present Day

THE REVERDIE WAS QUIET—UNUSUALLY so. Arlo had never seen its reception so entirely deserted. Even on weekends, when most of the palace’s government services were closed to the public, folk still made use of things like the Tim Hortons off to her left and the Falchion Police Headquarters beside it.

Today, there was no one, not even staff.

No one sat at the information booth in the center of the room, and no one patrolled the moss-and-marble floor. No one posed for pictures around the gilded statues of former High Sovereigns or by the enormous waterfall across the way. Where normally the budding forest canopy magicked onto the vaulted ceiling would rustle and sway in some illusory breeze, at the moment it was perfectly still. The only signs of the hummingbird faeries that tended to the palace’s flora were glimpses of their vibrant rainbow plumage peeking out from the dark-leafed ivy that climbed the walls, from the lilac and rose and rhododendron bushes that flourished between ornate fixtures, and from the handsome oaks growing in place of random soapstone pillars with bluebells, crocuses, snowdrops, and black-eyed windflowers gathered around their bases.

This silence was eerie.

This all-around emptiness was practically unheard of.

Not once in Arlo’s eighteen years had the Palace of Spring been shut so tightly to what seemed like everyone save a handful of its guards, and she couldn’t help but wonder why the High King had chosen to do so now—and knew this meant nothing good for the meeting that called her and her mother here.

“Explain.” Thalo, as always, got straight to the point.

Oren—the burly ogre who’d seen Arlo and her mother through the doors—was quick to supply an answer to what Thalo demanded. “Order from the High King himself, Commander. Effective immediately, the palace is closed until tomorrow morning.”

“But why?”

“I…” Oren grimaced. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t tell you that. I’m not permitted to speak it.”

The frown on Thalo’s face etched deeper.

Oren wasn’t one of the Reverdie’s usual guards—in fact, he wasn’t a guard at all. As a Falchion officer, it wasn’t his normal duty to mediate the palace’s comings and goings, and that had been Arlo’s first clue that something was going on today beyond the High King’s requested debriefing. The fact that Oren very clearly wanted to tell his superior exactly what was happening here but couldn’t meant he’d been ordered not to say by the only person whose command ranked higher than Arlo’s mother’s, and that didn’t bode well for today at all.

Arlo felt her anxiety ratchet even higher.

“Commander.”

Head snapping in the direction of this newest voice, Arlo saw the Lieutenant Commander making quickly for them. Klair Cardale, second to Thalo in the ranks of the Falchion and a few years her senior, had exited the FPF Headquarters so silently that he was almost right beside them by the time Arlo registered his presence.

Thalo—with her acute fae senses—was less surprised.

Handsome as any other fae Arlo had ever encountered, Klair was also immaculate down to his perfectly pressed Falchion uniform of black trousers and a sage button-down shirt with the crescent moon and windflower sigil of UnSeelie Spring emblazoned in dark emerald thread on its back. He was one of the rare few who’d supported Thalo as both Commander of the Falchion and the High King’s Sword and Shield right from the beginning, a fact even more surprising to Arlo given how obsessed she knew him to be with rules and traditions. He was a no-nonsense sort of person. Arlo honestly couldn’t say whether he liked her, but he liked Thalo… or at least tolerated her.

Although his stoic mannerisms made that difficult to tell sometimes.

“Lieutenant Commander.” Thalo faced her subordinate, eyeing him warily, clearly apprehensive of what he had to say on this troubling mystery. “Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”

Arlo looked between them, curious.

She was too used to keeping herself in her mother’s shadow by now, small and silent whenever they were together at the palace, to ask anything outright. Thalo, of course, had never requested that of her. She’d never once given Arlo reason to suspect she was embarrassed of her ironborn daughter in any way, never made it a secret how much she enjoyed being a mother, even if she’d taken to the role with the same intensity she brought to being the High King’s Right Hand, which had made everything from bedtime stories to school bake sales just a touch dramatic.

But Arlo knew how incredibly hard her mother had been forced to work to get where she was, harder than she would have if she’d been born a male, and many of her personal choices—such as taking a human for a partner instead of a well-to-do fae—hadn’t helped that along. Jealousy looked for any ammunition it could find to knock people from their highly envied pedestals, and Arlo was determined not to lend it any more than it already had.

She was already a significant reason Thalo couldn’t live at the palace with the rest of her family, Arlo’s ironborn status conflicting with the strict tradition that declared only fae could hold permanent residence here. She was already a significant reason their relationship with the many Viridians was fraught with tension.

Her mother would have already been fully apprised of whatever situation had put the palace on lockdown this morning if she’d been here around the clock as she should be—if she didn’t have to hand over her duties to Klair at the end of the day just to return to her separate residence with her daughter. Arlo wouldn’t allow herself to be the reason Thalo lost this job altogether.

“Sorry, Sir.” Klair shook his head. “I can’t tell you this isn’t what you think it is, as that would be a lie. Official protocol has been enacted. We can’t be certain. She didn’t give a reason for her visit on arrival, only said she’s here for the meeting. We thought it best to take precautions, because if she’s here for what we fear, we’ll now have a few hours to control how that gets out to the Courts.”

Thalo’s mouth pressed into a fine line. She drew a deep, steadying breath through her nose.

Arlo’s stomach twisted, because really… it could only be one person.

The meeting today was a private affair, meant to fill the High King in on what had happened mere days ago in the cavum factory. It had been held off in respect for the injuries Nausicaä sustained while protecting Arlo, but now that she was recovered, they couldn’t postpone this any longer. Arlo would have to tell her great uncle everything they’d learned about the ironborn deaths, the abducted humans used to sew together a monstrous undead army, and the philosopher’s stones he’d been thoroughly unwilling to entertain were being made.

Of course, there was absolutely no way she was going to tell him she’d made a deal with a Titan to become their Hollow Star, nor that she was waiting on Luck to train her in a magic that would definitely be just as forbidden as alchemy, if the Courts knew about it. As for when that training was going to happen, well, Arlo had been waiting… and waiting… and waiting. Luck hadn’t shown themself once over the last few days, and Arlo already had enough to worry about even without this monumental promise hanging over her head.

So she wouldn’t say a word about any of that today, if she could help it. But very possibly, she was going to have to admit to using alchemy to get them inside the factory so they could catch the evil scientist responsible for all the murders and mayhem.

Just thinking about betraying that secret sent Arlo’s nerves into hyperdrive, especially considering the not-at-all kind warning the High King had given her the last time they’d come together like this—that he’d punish Arlo if she ever dared use that forbidden magic again. She didn’t like her chances of the High King’s mood being any more forgiving than last time, even less if the one person in the whole of the Courts who could put him on edge was including herself in this meeting.

“Walk with me,” said Thalo to the Lieutenant Commander, setting off toward the carved oak doors that marked the throne room’s entrance.

Klair followed immediately after Thalo. Arlo did too, trailing close behind, watching the hem of her mother’s thick emerald cloak as it snapped around her legs.

“Tell me what we do know,” Thalo continued. “His Majesty?”

“Tense, to put it mildly,” Klair replied, falling into step beside her.

Damn it. Of all the days, she chooses this one. The Wild Hunt?”

“Present. Minus one.”

Lethe.

When Arlo had filled Nausicaä in on what she’d missed after being stabbed by Hieronymus Aurum and slipping into some sort of healing coma, the ex-Fury hadn’t said much. That in itself was odd; Nausicaä had something to say about everything, constructive or otherwise. But when Arlo had mentioned that a Hunter had come to their rescue in the lab—one who admitted not only to working with Hieronymus but also with the person behind the philosopher’s stones as well—she’d fallen silent. Grim. Contemplative. All kinds of things that weren’t Nausicaä at all, and the only thing Arlo had been able to wheedle out of her was the Hunter’s name.

“Good. He actually listens to Eris, so at least there’s that. And if nothing else, for Cosmin’s sake, I hope he’ll remember he can call on Eris to serve as Champion if—”

Champion.

And there it was.

“The queen,” Arlo groaned, then instantly dipped her chin to her chest in sheepish apology for interrupting Klair and her mother. But Arlo knew without a doubt now who they were talking about. She knew who was here, causing a stir, because it was pretty near clockwork for this particular fae to make her appearance.

After all, she had come at the same time every year for about a decade.

They approached the doors, and the stone-faced fae on duty snapped to attention, saluting Thalo and Klair. At a wave of Thalo’s hand, the throne room’s doors swung open, and all Arlo’s shorting-out brain could think as she followed them through was that she was very possibly about to witness the beginning of the end.

Riadne Lysterne, Queen of Seelie Summer, had come to issue her annual Challenge for Azurean Lazuli-Viridian’s Crown, and there was no doubt in Arlo’s mind (or anyone else’s, it seemed) that this time, she’d follow through with it.

About The Author

Photo by Ashley Shuttleworth

Ashley Shuttleworth is a young adult fantasy author with a degree in English literature and a slight obsession with The Legend of ZeldaKingdom Hearts, and Final Fantasy. They currently live in Ontario, Canada, with their cat named Zack and a growing collection of cosplay swords. You can find them online at AshleyShuttleworth.com.

Why We Love It

“Your favorite queer chaos kids are back in this heart-pounding follow-up to A Dark and Hollow Star. The fae world is on the verge of collapse, and Arlo, Nausicaä, Vehan, and Aurelian may have found themselves smack in the middle of a brewing war between the mortal and immortal realms. A Cruel and Fated Light cracks the magical world wide open, with new villains emerging and old alliances shifting. There’s angst, there’s romance, there’s pain, and of course, there are quips. This sequel will have you crying and laughing out loud in equal measure. Better buckle up.”

—Sarah M., Editor, on A Cruel and Fated Light

Product Details

  • Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books (May 24, 2022)
  • Length: 640 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781534453708
  • Ages: 14 - 99

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Raves and Reviews

“A dazzling sequel with enough tantalizing court intrigue, reveals, and secrets to keep you on the edge of your seat. Shuttleworth expertly expands the beautiful and cruel world of the fae with rich world-building and intricate character work in this must-read follow up to A Dark and Hollow Star.”

– Liselle Sambury, author of BLOOD LIKE MAGIC and BLOOD LIKE FATE

"Beautifully written and deliciously complex, A Dark and Hollow Star is utterly engrossing. The magic is bloody, the humor sharp, and the murder mystery drenched in violence and intrigue. Like a fallen Fury set on vengeance, I couldn’t get enough."

– Nicki Pau Preto, author of the Crown of Feathers series

“A gripping flight into fantasy... The plot offers high stakes, simmering romantic tension, political drama, refreshingly casual representation of queer and transgender characters, and an intriguing magic system that draws inspiration from Dungeons & Dragons.”

– Kirkus on A DARK AND HOLLOW STAR

“First in a planned duology, Shuttleworth’s queer urban fantasy debut combines figures from Greek myth and European folklore with elements of tabletop RPGs.... Shuttleworth sensitively tackles the plot’s darker elements, including trauma and suicidal ideation, tempering them with tenderness and wry wit. A kaleidoscopic narrative adds depth and drive.”

– Publishers Weekly on A DARK AND HOLLOW STAR

"Characters are vivid, with motivating, sometimes mysterious, backstories. The high stakes of the plot are balanced with humor, particularly from the irreverent and snarky Nausicaä.... Many young adults will love this novel’s stellar queer representation, as well as the oft-repeated refrain that the adults should be the ones handling this mess. VERDICT: A promising opener to an urban faerie fantasy series featuring multiple queer identities."

– School Library Journal on A DARK AND HOLLOW STAR

"Tongue-in-cheek pop-culture references and snarky humor balance well with dark but sensitive portrayals of emotional trauma caused by abusive or negligent adults.... This first in a planned duology should be a hit."
 

– Booklist Online Exclusive on A DARK AND HOLLOW STAR

Exiled immortals and treacherous fae vie for power and dominance over the mortal world in this second installment of the Hollow Star Saga.

Arlo Jarsdel, an ironborn on the cusp of Maturity, cast aside her fate, claiming the mantle of the Hollow Star to save herself and her friends from the machinations of Hieronymus Aurum, a practitioner of dark magic. Now, with the secret power to manipulate events through a magical 20-sided die, Arlo approaches a crossroads of possibilities. With an invitation from Riadne Lysterne—Seelie Queen of Summer, longtime enemy of Arlo’s family, and mother of her new friend, Prince Vehan—Arlo finds herself thrust into high-stakes political intrigue and has an unprecedented opportunity to learn alchemy. Meanwhile, mysterious evidence suggests that the work of Hieronymus Aurum was only a small part of a much larger plot. Tension and suspense escalate as the chapters alternate between flashbacks and the perspectives of a cast of predominately White, queer characters with conventionally attractive muscular or thin bodies. A trail of clues tightly intertwines the world’s history with the present conflict between the fae courts, ironborn alchemists, and immortals. The exploration of trauma and recovery is as significant as the overarching fantasy plot. Casual, affirming representation of queerness—as well as of the process of questioning sexuality—adds to the high appeal of the fraught, romantic drama. The villain is deliciously ruthless in her charisma and cruelty.

A ferocious fantasy. (content warnings) (Fantasy. 14-18)

– Kirkus Reviews, 5/1/22

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