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From the moment I opened the first page, I was blown away by Rose’s unique storytelling.


Kelty now lives as an outcast faerie in the human world. But before she was cast out, an encounter with a deceiving faerie resulted in a devastating trick—one that changed Kelty's life forever in this enthralling untold story.

Fairies, magic and chaos. What more could a book possibly need? Incredible storytelling, of course. Luckily, Outcast by Allison Rose delivers on all of the above in a deliciously magical tale. From the moment I opened the first page, I was blown away by Rose’s unique storytelling.  The author manages to take an old plot and retell it in a modern, unique and epic way. It’s rare in the fictional world of witches and vampires that other creatures ever get recognition, but this inclusion added extra uniqueness to this fantastical tale.

The characters are fully formed. I loved Kelty’s wit and sarcasm, and easily connected to the town and the cast of characters. Everyone was so vastly different that it was easy to follow along and fun to keep up with.

The plot was very detailed and echoed the theme of Day and Night. The themes were obviously cliched, but the writing breathed unique life into them. Rose brought the entire story to life and presented a wonderfully fresh take on an old tale. I was hooked from the very first page to the last, and was never lost throughout the story.

The writing was well done and it is clear that Rose spent quite a bit of time on editing. I didn’t notice one grammatical mistake. I also didn’t have any questions about the world building. Rose was clear and particular with everything, including the villains and their backstories. The details of The Glorious and The Destroyers were clearly explained, and the way they were each described was incredibly well written.

I can definitely see this book doing extremely well in a bookstore. Readers of Melissa de la Cruz-style books like Witches of East End and Blue Bloods will enjoy this book – especially the unique take on the legend of the fairies and their battle to find balance.

The only thing bad I can truly say about this book is that I wish there was more of it! I wanted to delve deeper into the world and see what would happen next. I really hope there is more to the story and that the author continues to write. This book should definitely be on the top of every fantasy lover’s reading list.

For everything mentioned above – from the well planned plots to the detailed characters – I have to give the book a 5 out of 5 stars. This is definitely the next fantasy novel we’ve all been waiting for and it deserves its proper recognition.

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Kelty now lives as an outcast faerie in the human world. But before she was cast out, an encounter with a deceiving faerie resulted in a devastating trick—one that changed Kelty's life forever in this enthralling untold story.

In Faerie, there is one rule that must not be broken. Those of

the Day must never partner with those of the Night.

The storytellers, spirit-users with the power of influence,

spread cautionary tales to prevent partnerships like this. The

most common was the tale of the Silver Dusk, the event that

shaped Faerie as it was now.

In a clearing in the Day territory, Kelty of the Night eyed one

of the Day Court’s storytellers and his small entourage from her

perch opposite them. The magic she wore like an extra skin hid

her purple coloring, silver wings, and the long strands of her

silver hair, but she still chose to crouch behind a screen of leaves.

The gentle light illuminating the clearing where the youth sat,

staring with rapt attention at the storyteller, unnerved her, as

did the way he told the story.

“Danger lies with choosing the path that leads away from the

light.” The storyteller’s voice was soft, yet filled the clearing

at the same time. “Love is where this tale begins, and death is

where it ends. But listen carefully, and you will be led true.”

His yellow wings were folded to his back, fluttering only a

little when he made gestures with his arms. He paid no mind

to the three others with him who stood off to the side. Even

without the dark skin colors of blue, green, and yellow, their



lofty expressions would give them away as faeries of the Day

Court. They watched with pride in their eyes.

Occasionally, the storyteller paced slightly; his dusty orange

skin and long, straight hair of pale yellow gave him the appearance

of the sun come to impart its knowledge on those below,

as if it were an act of benevolence, a gift to be bestowed upon

the faerie youth of the Day gathered before him. When the

storyteller came, it was mandatory for the youth to hear his

words. They came willingly, though, hoping for a chance at the

glory they imagined the Day Court to be.

“They were from opposing courts,” the storyteller continued

in his melodic voice. “She of the Night and he of the Day. Their

partnership was not against the law at the time. But they both

refused to join the court of the other before they accepted their

bond, as the law demanded.

“As you well know, each of us are blessed at birth with the

energy of the sun or the moon. The marks upon our temples

are passed down from the energy of the ones who give us life,

denoting us as one of the Night or one of the Day. The ara, the

magic within us, connects us all to the ara of the land, but the

lunar and solar energies pull us in different directions. It is the

natural way of life, opposites working in harmony and existing


As he spoke, he made sure to catch the eyes of the slack-jawed

youth. Everyone knew the story, but the storyteller had a way of

spinning his words together to create a more stunning tale than

they could’ve imagined.

“In direct violation of the law, this couple accepted the

partnership that called them together. They stood over the line

between the Night and Day territories, one on each side, and

clasped arms.”



Kelty scoffed inwardly at the insane detail the storyteller

couldn’t possibly know. The Great Destroyers did this in secret

with no witnesses. This part of the story gets more ridiculous every

time I hear it.

“They spoke the word ‘forever,’ and their bond formed.”

That at least was true. Faeries were potentials, merely attracted

to each other on a deeper level and able to see and feel

each other’s magic, until they both whole-heartedly accepted

the bond. Once they knew deep down they were meant for each

other, they clasped hands and their magics were bound together,

the power calling to that of the other and also able to combine

with it. Though the word “forever” was merely a custom, it

served as a promise. Together for the remainder of life.

The storyteller continued his story with a frown marring

his smooth face. “They lived in secret, traveling between the

territories and avoiding everyone, lest they come across one

who could sense their illegal bond. They foolishly planned to

create a new kind of faerie, one with the combined power of the

sun and moon.

“They planned to have a child.”

He paused, eyes the color of the sky above roaming the

audience to make sure he was connecting with each one of them.

“Before the Silver Dusk, it was unknown what a child of a

mixed union would be like. Now we know the result would be a

child who will never belong to either the sun or the moon, and

thus to neither court. Their magic would be uncontrollable. And


“When the child was born, the burst of power that came

with its first cry killed its parents. Then an unnatural magic

was unleashed in an explosion that rocked through Faerie,

destroying the child itself and tearing through every living thing



in its path, the power desperately seeking a connection it would

never have. For this magic was not able to join with that of the

ara. It was an abomination, never meant to exist.

“It spiraled further and further out of control. The land turned

to burnt and barren husks. Faeries dissolved into silver pools

of liquid on the ground, unable to return to the ara without

guidance. It nearly killed off all members of both courts as it

traveled upward with tremendous speed. Those that survived

remember hearing a sound like a terrible keening.”

There was another theatrical pause. Kelty could not see the

faces of the youth, but she imagined their eyes were glazed over,

picturing the devastation.

“Silver, silver in the growing dark,” the storyteller said softly.

A hush fell over those present so that the only noise was the

flutter of tiny feathered wings and clawed feet as the runa flitted

among the branches above. Though even the small creatures

kept their beaks shut as they passed over.

Then the storyteller’s eyes came alight. “Suddenly, a great

blue light spread through the trees, the soil. This magic formed

a barrier across the center of Faerie, held together by the leaders

of the Day, as we know them now. The spirit magic of our leader,

The Glorious, spread through the land by her partner, Drake.

They drove the unnatural magic away from the land and up into

the sky, where it dissipated and ate at itself since it lacked any

element to ground itself in. Even the air itself rejected it.”

Kelty recalled hearing the same tale from her mother, Kye

of the Night, who had been there. She was with The Glorious

and Drake as they used their combined magic in the spectacular

display that drove off the unnatural power and saved Faerie. She

had been there to stand up and claim her birthright to rule the

Night along with her partner, Baron. Kelty could never forget the



haunted look in her mother’s eyes as she recounted the horror

of the cleanup afterward, both courts drenched in silver blood,

the task of guiding the energy of her dead family and the other

fallen ones back to the ara within the soil for their final rest.

This story should be told; it was the underlying purpose of

this gathering Kelty did not agree with.

She adjusted her stance on her perch. The power that blended

her into the bark and leaves was second nature to her, but she

checked her magical concealment anyway. As one of the Night,

she was not supposed to be lurking in Day territory, much less

assessing their storytellers.

“We were saved by The Glorious. We were saved by the light

and power of the Day.”

There it was, the shameless praise for the leader of the Day.

Kelty nearly rolled her eyes, though the words were true. The

Glorious was the most powerful of Faerie, and she made sure

everyone knew it.

The Glorious’ spirit magic allowed her to sense emotions

and purpose, and to create illusions based on those emotions

and experiences. With this power, and the considerable debt

everyone in Faerie felt they owed her, she created the most

powerful Court of the Day in the history of Faerie.

As if the influence this gave her over all of Faerie wasn’t

enough, her storytellers combed the Day villages, looking for

faerie youth with power enough to contribute to that of her

court. They told the youth they were meant to live different

lives, around others of their caliber and strength. The world of

the Day was divided into those who were fated to prosper and

those fated to suffer; those with a strong connection to the ara

and those with the weakest. Even those who knew they had no

chance still ran to hear the storytellers, caught up in a dream



that would never be but was still as alluring as the sun they so


It was all a lie.

The Glorious tightly controlled her court, and as evidenced by

the rapt expressions of the storyteller’s entourage, they still

loved her for it. That was if they were lucky to be in favor.

Those not in favor were either tortured or disposed of in the

neighboring human world, a place no faerie wanted to go.

Beyond the Day Court, the commoners of the Day lived very

different lives. With little connection to the ara themselves, they

relied on the Telk stones that stronger faeries infused with their

power. And those stones were becoming increasingly hard to

come by with all of the powerful faeries being steadily drawn

into court through gatherings such as this.

The tale continued in a more solemn tone. “And once the

destruction was stopped, the land of the south destitute and

lifeless, The Glorious and the other rulers guided the fallen

faeries into the ara of the land again. The courts of Night and

Day as you know them were formed.

“The leaders of both courts stood before Faerie and decreed

there will be no partnerships between those of the Night and

those of the Day.

“Balance of opposites keeps the land bountiful and the ara

whole. Duty calls to each of us differently to keep this balance.

Remember your place and embrace it, for defying that is what

caused this tragedy.”

The branch beneath Kelty’s feet hummed as the trees surrounding

the clearing sensed a surge of energy. There is the true

purpose of this gathering. Kelty ducked lower as if she could see

the storyteller’s magic herself, itching to tap into the forbidden

part of her power that would allow her to see the spirit magic



but knowing it was too risky.

The storyteller’s job was to dig deeper and truly assess if any

of the youth gathered were worth bringing back to court. They

would stay there for the remainder of their lives, perhaps never

even seeing their families again. If he suspected that they were

powerful enough, they would have no choice but to leave with

him and be forced into The Glorious’ service, becoming a part of

a court that was tightly controlled; the slightest misstep could

result in terrible punishment.

Kelty studied the reactions of the youth below. Most had

looks of awe on their faces. They murmured to each other, none

seeming the least bit bothered by any of this. Some beamed at

the storyteller.

Only one drew Kelty’s attention. She stood alone at the back

of the group; lavender wings made up of smaller membranous

segments outlined in a darker shade of purple were folded down

her back, larger top wings partially overlapping the smaller

sections. The dark braid that flowed over one shoulder stood

out against her rich purple skin that was much like the color of

Kelty’s own.

Faeries were born pure white and developed over a matter

of days into the color most suited to them. Purples tended to

be more intuitive, cool-headed, but also courageous, the ones

who got things done. Kelty involuntarily approved of the youth,

although the stoic way she stood there in silence reminded her

more of her sister than herself.

No, don’t think like that either, Kelty berated herself. It was

always possible she would fail to save this youth from the Day

Court. It happened many times before. If Kelty wasn’t in a

position to warn the youth away without being discovered by

the storytellers or if the youth went willingly, there was nothing



Kelty could do. She didn’t need the added guilt that thinking of

this stranger as her sister would bring up.

Brows creased, Kelty waited to see what the storyteller would

do once his tale concluded.

His soft voice carried as he delivered his last line. “Remember,

remember this tale and be at peace.”

The storyteller gave them all a bow of his head and stood with

open arms, welcoming and inviting the youth to speak with him

as they always did, asking eager questions. If only they knew

it wasn’t as glamorous as they imagined. But Kelty could not

shout that across the clearing like she wished she could. She

was not even supposed to be trying to thwart the gathering as it


A flash of purple drew her eye as the female walked toward

the storyteller with purpose in her step.

No. Kelty worried her lip as the storyteller flashed the youth

a smile. This one may go willingly. Her wings twitched and her

fingers dug into the bark.

She remained as they spoke, looking for any sign the youth

was being forced. After a few minutes of conversation, her hopes

deflated as the youth left on foot with the storyteller, leaving

behind a group of disappointed others to swarm his entourage


The reaches of the Day Court know no bounds.

Letting the breath she had held rush out though her teeth,

Kelty turned and made to sneak around to where the storyteller

and the youth disappeared to. There was still a slim chance the

youth may listen to reason and Kelty could help her escape.

But then she froze, wings halfway open, as the air around her

grew thicker with moisture than the heat of the day called for.

Little beads of water formed on her skin.



She grounded herself, feet tingling with the power she sent

into the bark beneath, and frantically looked around for the

source of the power. Only once had she been detected and

attacked while out in the open. That had been a mistake, the

faerie backing off once he recognized the heir of the Night.

But this time, she was in Day territory poking around where

she didn’t belong. Her heart began to pound.

Who is watching me?

And as her thoughts ran in circles, she heard a soft male voice

in her ear.

“Save her from the lie.”

About the author

Driven by a lifelong passion for words and reading fantasy novels, Allison Rose writes YA fantasy stories featuring faeries, magic, and strong heroines. She has a BA in psychology and is fascinated by how other people think. Allison lives with her fiancé and collie mix in Buffalo, New York. view profile

Published on May 26, 2019

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Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

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