I was about ten years old when I read my first Robert E. Howard story. It was about a stern, grim and very determined man named Solomon Kane. He was awsome! Rescuing girls and fighting vampires, ghosts and evil witch-doctors. Okay, so the stories aren’t great literature but for a child facinated by vampires and such they were magical.

Robert E. Howard was the author behind Conan the Barbarian and wrote several short stories and novellas for magazines such as Weird Tales.  The Solomon Kane stories were written between 1929 to 1931 and they often took place in Africa. Now, Howard’s portrayal of the African people Kane meets is, frankly, racist. They are often described as unintelligent savage brutes. It’s horrible and I suspect Howard never sat foot in Africa himself.

But aside from Howard’s narrow-minded view of the African people the stories does have some quality to it, though it is hard to pinpoint what it is. They often lack an overall plot but Howard’s strength  is his language – the way he describes the landscape Solomon Kane traverses… It’s quite beautifully written.

Not surprising Solomon Kane has been turned into a movie, with the amazing James Purfoy as Kane. And man, he brings the character to life! The movie has the same eerie quality and beauty that the stories have and it gives a more indeepth look at Kane and his past. I adore it :) It made  me re-read the old  Solomon Kane stories and it has inspired me to try and write one myself.

If you haven’t seen the Solomon Kane movie then DO IT!!! :)

Due to too much creative energy I’ve designed a new theme for the site. It is based on the template Aesthete. I will  be changing things in the menue-bar to the left as well as ading some more graphic just for the fun of it. :)

Blessings & Moonpies!

For me christmas is the time for telling fairytales, for reading those wonderful books that captured our imagination as children. The Wizard of Oz is shown on TV and jinglebells can be heard on every radio-channel. And in the spirit of childhood books I’ve decorated the Faery Court with an Alice-theme.

Alice In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll was, and still is, one of my absolute favorite books.  And a great source of inspiration. There is an almost mystical dark air in the book that keeps facinating both artist and writers. If you haven’t yet read Alice In Wonderland DO IT! :) 

The art is based on concept images from the game Alice – Madness Returns.

This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

“The church?” Sam repeated.

“Yes… why?” she asked with curiosity.

“Oh nothing”, Sam breathed, giving her a warm smile. It always seemed weird things happened when churches came into the picture, he thought to himself.

He sifted onto the road wondering where Dean was as he put the little care through the paces. He didn’t like being separated long as of late… not since… He shook his head.

“What’s bothering you Sam?” Stormy asked. “You seem so preoccupied.”

He squeezed her hand with a smile. “Nothing really Stormy, just been a long night is all.” He sidestepped her question carefully, no way was he even going there.

It wasn’t long before the road began curving and a large building came into looming clarity.

“Is this it? This where you live?” He asked as he pulled into the deserted church drive. Something was beginning to buzz at the base of his skull and he felt something wasn’t quiet right.

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

Dean stood in the shower, eyes closed, smiling. Even through the sound of the water running he could hear the gasps and the moans and the giggles. It were good sounds. After everything Sam had been through… it was the best sounds he had heard in a long time.

“Lucky bastard”, Dean mumbled still smiling.

But as the minutes dragged on he grew impatient. Did Sam really think he was going to spend the entire night in the ugly bathroom while he enjoyed himself in bed?

Enough was enough, Dean decided. Besides he was starting to get wrinkle-toes and wrinkle-fingers. He turned the shower off, making as much noise as he could stepping out of it and wrapping a towel around the waist. He cleared his throat loudly, counted to three, hoping the kids would at least have the sense to crawl under the covers, or something.

Then he opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

“Well Ill be damned”, Sheriff Miller breathed as he bent over the spot Marissa’s had died. “Where the hell did she go?” He looked around nervously, his fingers smoothing over the well worn hilt of his 45.

Willard was playing out an Ace Ventura, gun out, moving left to right in exaggerated motions, scanning the dense shrubbery close by.

“Just what was I dragged out of bed for?” Came the irritated voice of the bony doctor, shoving his spectacles higher across his thin nose as he lifted Deans bloody and mangled shirt into the air.

Miller scratched his head. “I am sorry, Doc. But I swear that there is a body.”

The doctor nodded sadly. “Another dead girl? Who?”

“Someone named Marissa. No one from town.”

“Do you think the monster grabbed her?” Willard asked, his eyes widening with youthful enthusiasm.

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Dear Reader and Visitor,

As I hope you have discovered the Faery Court strives to be a source of inspiration for all lovers of erotic fantasy and urban fairytales. It is also the online home of writer Alterra von Feures and myself. Both Alterra and I are struggling, as so many others, to combine our day to day lives with our passion for writing. 

YOU can help out. By visiting one of our sponsors (click on the flashy ad in the menue placed on the right side of the page) you will support the Faery Court site and help us grow and evolve to become not only a source of inspiration but a resource for everyone enjoying reading and writing erotic fantasy and urban fairytales.

We are deeply grateful for all support and promises to use the funds recieved to create more and write more high quality erotica.

May the Green Fairy bless you all!

Sharma Wild

It grows colder and colder every day. The grass is covered in frost and the wind rips the leafs from the trees. There will still be a couple of those lovely autumn days with sunshine and air so high and clear it seems as if the world is seen through crystal-glass.

As is our tradition we greet the change of the season with a new theme – this one inspired by the classical arts.

Blessings & Love
Sharma

Sort of anyway… I’ve joined Google AdSense in the hopes of earning a little money to pay for the upkeap and running of the Faery Court. Things are really tight at the moment.

You, our Dear Reader, can show your love and help the Faery Court grow and blossom by donating a dollar or two. Or, if you’re from Sweden or our northern neighbours donate a couple of Swedish Kronors. And of course, please take the time to visit one of our sponsors. Every little bit helps. :)

Blessings & Love
Sharma Wild

This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

The alley behind the Goat’s Head looked like any other alley behind any other bar. Dean had seen a lot of them.

He buried his fingers in Marissa’s luxurious hair and closed his eyes focusing on the sensation of her lips against his of her hands struggling with the buttons of his shirt. Finally she simply ripped it apart, sending the buttons flying.

“You feel so good”, she mumbled, running her fingers over his chest, raking her nails across his nipples causing him to shiver.

The fog was still thick, still enveloping them. And now it had a tangy, salty smell.

“Strange”, Dean mumbled.

“What?” Marissa asked, smiling at him.

“I think I can smell the sea.”

She laughed. “You think you can smell the sea at a time like this? Honey…” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I think you think too much…” She claimed his mouth again, savagely nibbling at his lower lip.

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