imPerfect Bones by Cn Rowan

imPerfect Bones by Cn Rowan

The good news? There’s a way out of Faerie. The bad news? It runs straight through the icy heart of the Unseelie Court.

And Maeve, the Winter Queen herself, has a hobby—stealing human children for her own twisted delights. If we want to survive, we’ll need to sneak into her nightmare realm, free the stolen kids, and get out without her ever knowing.

Or we start a war with the entire Unseelie Court. No pressure.

I’m not just running on empty—I’m crawling forward with the handbrake on and the tank leaking. Survival odds? Laughable. But after 800 years, I’ve had a good run.

Still, I can’t leave those kids behind. We get them out… or we die trying.

imPerfect Bones is the fourth book in The imPerfect Cathar series, a darkly funny supernatural suspense mystery spanning Faerie and the south of France. Contains strong language, graphic violence, and a very tired immortal with a hero complex.

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Praise for The imPerfect Cathar Series:

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ The cruelty and desolation of the winter Court seeps off the page.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ The plot is far reaching, multi layered and clever.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ This series is shaping up to be one of my all time favorites.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ A dastardly plot of revenge, wrought over many centuries is revealed.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ This book has to be my favourite of the series so far.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Brilliantly written yet again, I cannot get enough of all these characters.

C.N. Rowan (“Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father”) is the Award-winning author of the imPerfect Cathar series. It’s been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near-extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they’re going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper’s overalls. Rowan came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he’s a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South-West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he’d have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again – joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.)

With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth-floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he’s done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He’s particularly proud of the work he’s done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.