An outcast: Alifair doesn’t talk about seeing the dead, but lately they’re covering the Appalachian mountain she calls home, all clamouring for her attention. Ghosts ride the mountain mists. Demons manipulate ghosts of men to wreak destruction on the living. When a handsome stranger begins to follow her, asking questions about her psychic abilities, she must decide whether to heed her grandfather’s warnings or follow her own heart. A Fae, once her guardian, now sent to destroy her: Taliesin, a dark faery stranger, watches Alifair from the woods waiting for a chance to confront her. Someone on the mountain is opening doors to evil and the Fae believe it could only be Alifair, for she is in line to guard the doorways to their realms with possession of the ancient Faerystone. The Cherokee call them the Nunnehi – the people who live anywhere. Local mountain folk are afraid of small lights twinkling on the mountains at night, telling tales of Otherworld creatures living somewhere deep in the caves, under the earth. Alifair Ellis has grown up with these tales, but getting straight answers from anyone is far from easy. No one wants to talk about Alifair’s past, but plenty are worried about her future. Witches, faeries, demons, her wise grandfather and the enigmatic woman of her dreams all seem to know more about Alifair’s destiny than she knows herself. She will need to discover who to trust so she can stop the evil threatening to overtake the people she knows and loves. The first book in the Wayfaring Fae series. Excerpt from Dark Road Faerystone: “You hoping someone will join us here?” Thinking of the dark entities making their way toward the gathered humans, Taliesin answered truthfully, “No, I’m hoping no one interrupts us.” Alarmed, Alifair sat up straight and tucked her feet beneath her. “Now listen, if you’re about to try something, you should know folks are not as far away as you think. You should also know I can yell loud as a banshee if the need arises.” He crossed to her, sat back on his haunches and lifted a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers. She swallowed hard as his eyes dropped to the faint movement of her throat. She was only too aware of his closeness, the strength of his muscled thighs and arms, his chiselled features, the intensity of his gaze. “You ever hear a banshee yell?” he asked her. She glanced at the mocking tilt of his mouth before looking away. “Maybe.” He laughed as he sat down next to her. He had to find out if she had taken possession of the Faerystone and what she planned to do with it. Having the ability to control what Otherworld creatures came and went in the human world was heady, intoxicating power to use for many reasons, not all of them noble. “Believe me, you’d know if you had.”