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Happy Halloween Weekend, Everyone!

My new Halloween story, The Night Hag, is officially available! It’s a whopping .99 at online stores and FREE to my newsletter subscribers!

I’ve been fascinated with the Fae since I was little, when my Irish grandmother would tell me stories about the “Wee Folk,” as she called them. And you may have read my Heartland Fae tales featuring flower fairies and Fae warriors. Now, here’s a modern, dark fantasy, fairy tale set Marin County, California, USA, where a certain Dark Fae is getting up to mischief in a young woman’s dreams…

Happy reading!
xo, Celia

Title: The Night Hag
Author: Celia Breslin
Publisher: Celia Breslin
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Modern Fairy Tale
Release Date: October, 2023
Page Count: 40
ISBN: 9798223729778
ASIN: B0CM1C79BB
Price: .99 USD ~OR~ FREE to Celia’s Newsletter Subscribers!

How could she tell him her nightmares weren’t dreams but visitations from a demonic entity?

After losing her family in a tragic accident, Morgan O’Cuinn drowns in debilitating grief despite her loving partner. Unable to eat or sleep much, she struggles to get through each day without a panic, anxiety, or asthma attack.

To make matters worse, a recurring nightmare triggers horrible sleep paralysis and exacerbates her health issues. As Halloween approaches, Morgan’s dreams intensify, and she begins to fear the monster in her head is very, very real.

Morgan wants nothing more than to crawl out of the well of sadness and reclaim her life. But first…she’ll have to defeat the Night Hag.

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THE NIGHT HAG – EXCERPT

… Fog poured inside like creeping vines, and with it came a slender woman.

Her willowy frame melted and solidified as she stalked toward the bed, her moon-white dress dancing around slender limbs. Waist-length platinum hair snaked around her head, tendrils reaching forward as if tasting the air, as if seeking out Morgan. Glittering red eyes set in a pale gamine face focused on her. The woman reminded Morgan of an evil Audrey Hepburn, the actress in all those classic old films she used to watch ages ago with her long-deceased and sorely missed Nana Shannon.

Evil Audrey hovered at the foot of the bed by Morgan’s feet, canting her head as if listening to Morgan’s thoughts. A wicked grin flashed and disappeared on the entity’s haunting, beautiful face. “Evil Audrey.”

Crap, the scary-as-snakes ghost thing could definitely read minds. The tightness in Morgan’s throat increased, and she struggled to catch a full breath. Fight-or-flight flooded her system, yet she remained paralyzed, which was bad, bad, bad, what with a spook in the room and the fact a panic-induced asthma attack was on the way.

Thanks for nothing, hallucination. God, she hoped this was a figment of her messed up mind. Or a dream. Whatever the case, not real.