Hey, everyone!

Tina and I want to drop in and let you all know that we are still actively in our writing caves, working on our dark fantasy for you. It's even greater than we imagined! We can't wait to get it to you! We know you'll love it. It has everything we promised and more.

We know our book has been delayed, but life has been a struggle. We won't regale you with specifics, but we thank you for your patience. The original delayed date was set for the end of this month. However, we are going to have to push it back a little farther.

We appreciate each and every one of you and know Curse of the Fallen Fairy is definitely worth the wait. 

Happy New Year! We hope you had a joyful holiday season with your family and friends. 

Chat again soon! 

Angela Sanders

Hi Amazing Backers,

Can you believe summer is already winding down (don’t worry, I won’t rush it along too quickly)? I’m finally back stateside after an incredible time in Germany, where I did exactly what was most needed—refilling the creative well.

Germany was pure magic. I chased hooded crows, chatted with bears, admired snails and butterflies… yes, all the animals seemed to have something to say. But what inspired me most was walking those old cobblestone streets. Surrounded by ancient city walls, majestic views, and history tinged with magic, I couldn’t help but imagine how these moments will enrich Curse of the Fallen Fairy.

Now that Angela and I are back in the same country, we’ll be diving into the project in the days ahead. Life has tossed us a few curveballs, but we’re stronger for it—and more excited than ever to keep building this story for you.

For those who made post-campaign pledges, a quick note: cards will only be charged once the first draft is finished. You’ll receive a notification through Backerkit beforehand, so nothing will come as a surprise.

This is just a little wave to let you know we’re here, we’re working, and we’re so grateful for your patience and support as we create this magic together.

With gratitude,
 Tina

Hi, Amazing Backer,

First, thank you so much for your incredible support and patience.

I wanted to personally let you know that there will be a delay in the delivery of Curse of the Fallen Fairy.
 
Although we had built extra time into the schedule to account for potential supply chain issues, life threw a few unexpected curveballs our way, as well. Without getting into too many details, these life changes have impacted our production timeline.

We are still actively working on the project, just slower than we had initially planned. Because of this, we will not be able to meet the original July delivery date.

This project has many moving parts, and we want to make sure we deliver something truly worthy of your support.

That said, if you ordered the previously released ebook as part of your pledge, you’ll be receiving that portion soon! 🎉

For everything else, we are now targeting a new delivery window of January 2026. We believe this gives us plenty of time to complete everything properly. If we’re able to finish and deliver earlier, we absolutely will.

We’ll keep you updated every step of the way. Thank you again for being part of this journey—we couldn’t do it without you! 

If you have any questions or concerns, please email or message us.

With gratitude,

Tina & Angela

Hey, everyone! Angela here. I want to let you know that everything is still on schedule. Tina and I decided to drop a little exclusive, behind-the-scenes look at what we've been working on. This scene, however, is quite unusual and may end up on the cutting room floor. Or will it? Personally, I adore learning the crow's point of view, and who their master truly is. 

Happy reading! 

Angela

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Under the waning daylight, warm tendrils of the sun’s rays beat down upon my black feathers. Thick, wispy clouds shifted across the painted sky.

And the madness below reminded me of the stupidity of bipedal sorts. Here high above, near the Tower of Punishment, us murder of crows cawed, waited. On the high walls, Guards in garish gold and red stood at attention, while metal clanked incessantly against the flagpole. Curiously, the royal banner did not fly.

I cocked my head to the side.

Often, these things happened when no flag flew from the pole, as though a reminder of something missing.

“If only I were a bird.”

Brought by the wind, the words of the red-headed fairy on the raised wooden platform, cut to me. My head turned until I could focus on her. Her long hair whipped around her youthful, kind, but pain-stricken face.

A face I remembered.

Of all the fairies, she was one of the nicest. Lovely even. Perhaps she’d wanted a pet crow. Maybe that’s what she thought I’d become. A pang of regret hit me. Everything around us had energy, and even now, gazing over the crowd, I watched that energy shift in color—some more brightly than others. 

“This is one hell of a day.” Shadow released a low, raspy call, and bobbed his head. “But we need to be careful. Something doesn’t feel right.”

Feelings, instinct. 

We all had to pay attention to that around us. Just because we sat up here, didn’t mean we were outside of danger.  I leaned my beak into the wind, lightly tasting the difference in the air.

Seated on the castle’s turret, I observed the lowly fairies making haste, screaming, chanting, demanding if the cracking of the trees were any clue as to what they were talking about. The square below packed them in. Although I didn’t quite understand, the energy around them was dark, murderous even. 

My mother had told me about this when I was a hatchling, about the pound of flesh, blood and bone, which would soil the ground. Mm. An appealing meal and I was ravenous. Their latest doings had dispelled good prey, leaving me and my murder wasting away. 

But tonight, we’d dine… gloriously.

Would my dear friend now perish? Would she be what the others were looking forward to feasting on?

“May the curse of the dark fairy bring justice, and may you all pay,” the woman shouted, and my wings fluttered.

“It's dinnertime, my pets. Now, feast,” she commanded, a wicked smile upon her face.