Tides of Treachery
(Beyond the Faerie Rath Book)
By Hanna Park
Publication Date: 30th June 2026
Publisher: Baisong Press
Power was never the danger. Want was.
On Samhain night, with treachery seated beside the throne and the dead stirring beneath the House of Faces, Macha felt him at her back—steady, lethal, far too close. She was meant to hold Ulaid together, not crave the man sworn to protect her. But desire turned every choice into something dangerous.
Ruairi had already crossed death once. Macha was far more dangerous.
Macha stood before him with fire in her eyes while Ulaid cracked apart around her, and every vow he’d sworn strained toward breaking. He was her blade, her shield, the last thing standing between her and the darkness rising through the court. He was never meant to want her like this.
The dead had always spoken to Breda. She never expected them to speak his name.
As the House of Faces began to fracture, the whispers pulled her toward truths long buried within Ulaid—and toward a shadowed man who felt more like a warning than salvation. The dead were no longer content to whisper.
Cian lived with the damage he helped create—and the woman he could not save.
Old magic bound him to grief, guilt, and a past that refused to stay buried. Love had failed them before. It might fail them again.
As Samhain descends, loyalties fracture, the dead grow restless, and Ulaid begins to unravel.
My thoughts on Tides of Treachery (Beyond the Faerie Rath Book) by Hanna Park
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I knew I was in trouble when I found myself thinking about this book while I was supposed to be doing other things.
I picked it up one evening intending to read a couple of chapters before bed. Several hours later, I was still reading and making all sorts of bargains with myself about "just one more chapter". Needless to say, that plan failed spectacularly.
What I enjoyed most was the sense that there was always something lurking beneath the surface. Even during the quieter moments, I had the feeling that the story was building towards something bigger. The atmosphere is wonderfully immersive, and there were times when I felt as though I was wandering the halls of Castle Rock alongside the characters.
I particularly liked that the romance wasn't rushed. Too often fantasy novels either ignore romance completely or make it the entire focus. Here it felt like a natural part of the characters' journeys. I found myself becoming unexpectedly invested in Macha and Ruairi and hoping they would somehow find happiness despite everything stacked against them.
The mythology was another highlight. Hanna Park clearly knows her subject, but she wears that knowledge lightly. I never felt as though I was being lectured or overloaded with information. Instead, the folklore became part of the fabric of the story.
By the time I reached the final chapters, I wasn't ready to leave this world behind. I finished the book feeling satisfied with the ending, but not quite ready to say goodbye to the characters. I'll certainly be picking up the next book to see where their journey leads.
If a book can keep me reading far later than I intended and leave me thinking about it afterwards, I consider that time well spent.
Hanna Park
I began my writing career in the pre-dawn of a winter morning while my husband snored like a train. We could call my husband the catalyst. If it weren’t for him, I would never have gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, feed the cat, and sit on the loveseat in front of the fire. It was there, in those moments of wondrous quiet, that I did something I had never thought possible. I opened my laptop, and while the coffee went cold, I wrote a story. My husband had no idea that these sojourns to the loveseat in front of the fire would become a daily occurrence, that writing would become an obsession, but the cat knew. She knows everything.
I write stories that make you laugh, make you cry, and make you love. Thank you, friends, for reading!
In the beginning, there was an empty page.
I am a writer who lives in Muskoka, Canada, with a husband who snores, a hungry cat, and an almost perfect canine––he’s an adorable little shit.
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