Title: Remnants Of BloodAuthor: H. F. Cunningham
journals that warn of unknown foes lying in wait and a crippling debt owed to a cruel and
formidable local Laird, Tannin is thrown into a cut-throat world where she is perilously out of
she is aware of. And they want out.
dark past that refuses to stay buried. Tannin’s life will never be the same.
"If you are a fan of fantasy, court intrigues, queer characters and a good old enemy to lovers
trope, I can only urge you to put this on your TBR pile and read this book ASAP!” —Goodreads
creative spins on folklore and legends. Cunningham’s writing style is sure to enrapture any
reader and leave them wanting more." — Goodreads review
"I would recommend this book to any lover of the fantasy genre, queer characters, action-
packed fight scenes, and an overall amazing story! If you don’t already, then I would
recommend adding Remnants of Blood to your TBR list immediately!" — Goodreads review
Hello! I'm HF Cunningham; a queer YA/NA fantasy author who likes puns!
My debut novel Remnants of Blood is launching 14th September 2021 and is perfect for lovers
of fantasy, intruiging characters, enemies to lovers, monsters, scottish accents and witty
together, we can get started properly.”
Ava had eaten enough to be polite whereas Attilo and Tannin had dug in enthusiastically. He
had to suppress a groan of contentment. It had been a long time since he had simple rustic food
and the sweet nostalgia was threatening to engulf him. He rationalised that even if the bread
was poisoned and Tannin somehow had immunity to it then it was better that he ate most of it
and Ava only had a little. Then she would be safer. Plus, it was damn good bread.
gadgets and weaponry that lined the wooden cabinet shelves. They had built up quite the
collection over the years.
“Aye okay, I’m just lookin’,” Tannin said, dumping it back on the shelf in a completely different
“Hey, when do I get a sword?” she asked crouching to examine the rack of dulled weaponry.
“Never. Those are for training.” Ava snapped.
hefted it in both hands. Attilo studied her stance while gripping the handle of his own blade. If she made one move towards Ava – even with a blunted sword – he would take action. It was
clear the girl didn’t know what she was doing with the blade as she held it up, but she had her
feet planted and her weight balanced. The first thing anyone learning about weapons would
learn. His suspicions pricked.
It could be instinct but still…
was seemingly oblivious.
“In a minute,” she grinned and swung the sword around loosely making exaggerated swishing,
whooshing sounds with her mouth. She wasn’t arming herself. She was … playing with it. Attilo
cocked his head amusedly. He knew Tannin and Ava were roughly the same age, but he often
forgot just how young that was. Ava had never seemed like a child to him what with that
calculating brain always ticking away.
“Attilo, I think we need to get some of the materials from my brother’s nursery so Tannin can
start learning at an appropriate level for her maturity,” Ava snapped irritably. Her patience was
at its end. Attilo felt a little sorry for Tannin for the telling off she was probably about to get.
He popped the last scrap of bread in his mouth as Ava barked, “I said put it down!”
“Oh, good idea,” Tannin replied mockingly, returning the sword to its place. “Hey, Attilo, do you
think we could get some more candles down here too so the princess can lighten the fuck up?”
The snort and subsequent choked splutter that escaped him was undignified to say the least.
Ava’s face was a picture. He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her like that in her life and her
eyes had widened to saucers and her nostrils flared in indignation. She glared at him as he
struggled to not laugh. He shrugged an apology, eyes watering.
“Or maybe we can just put all the shiny things up on the higher shelves out of reach,” Ava
retorted, pointedly looking Tannin up and down.
“Oh, ha ha. Very funny, princess.” Tannin rolled her eyes. Attilo guessed she had heard just
about every short joke there was. “Way to take the moral high ground.”
Ava took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
That’s it Ava, calm down and gain the control back.
“Will you please just pay attention for a few minutes?” She said resignedly.
“Well, since you said please.”
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