When a 19th century female coal miner rescues an air sprite stuck in a human's body, they can't deny their attraction to one another.

Releasing October 27th 2026!

The Turbulent Appearance of Brise Collier

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Bi4Bi
Gothic
Yearning

Ellie Burnett, coal mine hurrier, depressed and grieving another loss 

Hurt/comfort
Only one bed

Brise Collier, air sprite, currently stuck in a human body

  • Violent child death, reference to historical transphobia, lesbophobia and general anti-queer sentiments, spousal death, grief, mention of suicide, suicidal thoughts, tuberculosis death, reference to past sexual assault, sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault(kiss)

Grief and despondency consumes every moment of Ellie's waking hours. Or at least every moment that isn't spent toiling away in the cramped and dark confines of an English coal mine at the turn of the nineteenth century.

 

She doesn't believe her dreadful existence can get any worse but then a firedamp explosion claims the lives of two young children right before her eyes.

 

Brise is an air sprite and has never had a single concern in the eons she has had sentience. Playing chase with her sister in a coal mine as they have done thousands of times before, an open trapdoor captures Brise in a stale air full of firedamp. A spark lights it – changing her life forever.

 

Ellie didn't expect to discover a lone survivor from the explosion. But the woman she rescues from the depths of the pit doesn't quite seem human and her hair and eyes don't match those of the collier who had entered the pit the day before.

 

Who is Brise Collier? An evil spirit sent to haunt Ellie, or an angel come to guide her towards hope and healing?

Listen to the book playlist today and let the moody, dark vibes seep into your skin.

“I can carry you, perhaps.” She looked up, dark eyes glinting in the pale starlight.

Brise found herself lost in the worried depths. The way Ellie’s brows furrowed, the slight pucker of anxiety by her lips. Her shoulders broad under her coat, and her shawl pushed away from her face, so her unruly hair whipped around her cheeks with the cold wind.

Her hand stretched up towards Brise begging to be grabbed. She was like a knight of the old times, offering her assistance to Brise who was probably not a damsel but certainly was in distress.

Art by C.B. Lansdell