Excerpt & Giveaway! The Fairies of Sadieville by Alex Bledsoe

The Fairies of Sadieville
by Alex Bledsoe
Series: Tufa #6
Publication: April 10th 2018
by Tor Books
Category: Adult
Genre: Fantasy, Science Fiction

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Charming and lyrical, The Fairies of Sadieville continues Alex Bledsoe’s widely-praised contemporary fantasy series, about the song-wielding fairy descendants living in modern-day Appalachia.

“This is real.” Three small words on a film canister found by graduate students Justin and Veronica, who discover a long-lost silent movie from more than a century ago. The startlingly realistic footage shows a young girl transforming into a winged being. Looking for proof behind this claim, they travel to the rural foothills of Tennessee to find Sadieville, where it had been filmed.

Soon, their journey takes them to Needsville, whose residents are hesitant about their investigation, but Justin and Veronica are helped by Tucker Carding, who seems to have his own ulterior motives. When the two students unearth a secret long hidden, everyone in the Tufa community must answer the most important question of their entire lives — what would they be willing to sacrifice in order to return to their fabled homeland of Tir na nOg?

“Imagine a book somewhere between American Gods and Faulkner. Absolutely worth your time.” – Patrick Rothfuss, New York Times bestselling author

Enter the captivating world of the fae in Alex Bledsoe’s Tufa novels

The Hum and the Shiver
Wisp of a Thing
Long Black Curl
Chapel of Ease
Gather Her Round
Sadieville

~Excerpt~

The odor hit Justin first. It was mostly the aroma of old books, along with mustier, more organic smells: a touch of mildew, the accumulated reek of old-man sweat, and the whispery memory of tobacco from the days when professors could smoke in their offices. Not that it was ever a good idea for anyone to smoke in here, with all that flammable paper around.
He gazed silently into the darkness until he felt Veronica’s hand on the small of his back. She asked quietly, “You okay? We don’t have to do this right now.”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Justin Johnson said. “No point in putting it off. We have to start sometime.”
He turned on the light, and bright fluorescent illumination flooded the room. The little office looked as though an entire big-city library had somehow been condensed and jammed into it. Books, papers, CDs, DVDs, VHS cassettes, vinyl albums, open-reel recordings, and even one lone eight-track tape lined the shelves and, once those were filled, rose in piles almost to the ceiling.
On the walls hung maps, posters, and old photographs, many in black-and-white. Pride of place was given to an eight-by-ten autographed photo of Woody Guthrie, signed with the trembling hand that was a symptom of the disease that eventually claimed his life.
To Doc Adams, it read. Keep fighting!
Justin recalled the first time he’d seen it, on the day he met the surprisingly named Dr. Dock Adams. The man had looked like a biker Santa, with a white beard and long snowy hair that dramatically swept back from his weathered face, his blue eyes perpetually atwinkle. But that first day, he had mainly looked puzzled at the sight of a black kid in a leather jacket waiting in his office, a guitar case at his feet.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi,” Justin replied, and stood. “I’m early.”
“I never am.” They shook hands. “You must be Mr. Johnson. Well, have a seat. Before we start, I have to get my coffee. Would you like any?”
“No, thanks.”
It took him three tries to hang up his windbreaker on the hook behind the door. While he went to the teacher’s lounge for his coffee, Justin looked around at the kaleidoscope of items on the shelves. He was pleasantly surprised at the number of African-American books, recordings, and memorabilia.
Adams returned, picked his way carefully around the piles, and dropped into his desk chair. Justin sat as well.
“So,” Adams said after his first sip. “You want to study folklore, specifically folk music, here at good ol’ West Tennessee?”
“I want to study with you, Dr. Adams. Since you’re here, I’d like to be as well.”
“Call me ‘Doc.’ Spell it however you want. Just never ‘Doctor Dock,’ please.”
“So noted.”
“I see you brought your guitar.” In his heavy drawl, it came out “GEE-tar.” “You don’t have to audition, you know.”
“I take it everywhere.”
“Let me see it.”
Justin opened the case and passed him the instrument. “Takamine,” Doc murmured. “Don’t you like American?”
“I like the sound. Don’t care where it comes from.”
The old man put it across his lap and strummed a shimmering E-minor chord that sent echoes of the Beatles ringing through the small office. “Dreadnought body,” he muttered. He inspected spots where the finish was worn. “And lots of use. By you?”
“Yes, sir. I got it new when I was sixteen.”
Doc handed it back. “That’s a pretty nice gift.”
“I thought so.”
“You play anywhere?”
“Sometimes at open mics. I’ve been in a couple of bands.”
“Write your own songs?”
“Yeah, some.”

Copyright © 2018 by Alex Bledsoe

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~About the Author~

ALEX BLEDSOE is the author of the Eddie LaCrosse novels (The Sword-Edged Blonde, Burn Me Deadly, Dark Jenny, and Wake of the Bloody Angel), the novels of the Tufa (The Hum and Shiver, Wisp of a Thing, Long Black Curl, and Chapel of Ease), and the Memphis Vampires (Blood Groove and Girls with Games of Blood). Bledsoe grew up in Memphis, Tennessee. He now lives in Madison, Wisconsin.

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