The Exorcism of Faeries By: J.L. Vampa SIGNED

She is the daughter of morticians, studying Botany at Trinity College, Dublin. He is her Morbid Anatomy professor. And the Fae are possessing the good people of Dublin.

It is said they are but lore.

It is said they are but demons.

It is said this is but a plague.

Wayward spirits.

Ghosts.

Spectres.

Ghouls.

The truth beckons

Tick flick tick

The clock keeps time with the candle

Until they all get sick

Wax slides down the gilded stick

And the Fae invade with bramble

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Trinity College, Dublin

5th November, 1993

He always reads standing in front of the shelf, one hand shoved in his pocket until it’s time to flip the page. It’s the first thing I noticed about him, while I was supposed to be studying. Instead, I watched him move from shelf to shelf and book to book. I had no idea at the time that I would one day meet him and he would change everything.

We would change everything.

-Excerpt from the diary of Ariatne Morrow, found in the wreckage at Ground Zero

✨ Meena’s Reading Vibe:

Read this when you crave candlelit libraries and ivy-draped lecture halls that hide more than knowledge. When you want to brush shoulders with morticians’ daughters, enigmatic professors, and whispering Fae who slip between shadow and sickness. It’s a story thick with lore, ink-stained diary pages, and the unsettling beauty of dark academia—where every tick of the clock echoes like a warning.