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Beyond The Mortal Realm Romance

Greetings Mortals.

Amidst the limestone caves of the Shenandoah and the mist-heavy peaks of the Smokies, the veil is thin enough to tear. You’ve wandered into the high country now, traveler. Mind the shadows—they have a habit of detaching themselves here. About the Author: Cruella LaVeau is an ancient soul dwelling in the jagged seams where the Blue Ridge Mountains meet the spirit-roads of the deep South. An Elder Fae with a penchant for root-magic, they weave stories from the silver fog of the Great Smokies and the red clay of the Virginia foothills. They don’t just write fantasy; they map the hidden ley lines that run from the hollows of Tennessee to the haunted shores of the Tidewater. Legend says Cruella traded a bag of mountain gold for a quill that never runs dry, though the spirits of the Cumberland Gap might tell a different story. Their tales are a blend of glittering court intrigue and raw, earth-bound conjuring—where the High Fae must bow to the ancient laws of the crossroads and the wisdom of the bone-readers. When they aren't documenting the wars of the Unseelie or the whispers of the Loa, Cruella can be found searching for portal-stones in the George Washington National Forest, leaving offerings of cornmeal at the edge of the Holston River, and ensuring the local ravens are well-compensated for their gossip. ✦A Final Warning: "If you hear your name called from the dark of a Tennessee holler, don’t look back. Just keep reading. The book is your only protection." Follow Cruella LaVeau into the high-country mist, where the magic is as sharp as a flint knife and as deep as a mountain cavern. Just remember: stay on the path, never whistle after dark, and NEVER thank them.