Yarde Book Promotions "Blog Tour" The Scald Crow (Beyond the Faerie Rath Book 1) by Hanna Park

Calla left her life behind, haunted by a curse she cannot control. She seeks refuge in the land of a thousand hellos, Ireland, for a fresh start—a place where no one knows who or what she is.

Colm fled from Clonmara seven long years ago, but now it’s his father’s birthday, and the clan has gathered to celebrate the ould one. Each day brings back the memories that ruined him.

Saoirse dwells in the shadows of a lost love, unwilling to move on and unable to forget. The crystals say one thing, but the cold, hard truth tells another.

Ciarán walked away from the woman he loved for the fun, for the craic. He didn’t realize that one rash decision would impact the lives of so many, least of all his own.

Four broken hearts, brought together by the thread of love.

Publication Date: 26th May 2025
Publisher: Baisong Press
Print Length: 260 Pages
Genre: Fantasy / Romance

Review

I went into The Scald Crow expecting something steeped in Irish folklore—a touch of fae magic, a hint of romance, and a story shaped by place and tradition. What I didn’t expect was how deeply those elements would intertwine, or how quietly the story would shift from something grounded into something far more layered, where love, loss, and survival all carry equal weight.

At first, the story feels almost simple. Calla arrives in Ireland after inheriting a property from a family member she has never met, looking for a way out of a life that has never quite worked for her. There’s something steady in that beginning—new place, new start, the possibility of something different. But even in those early chapters, there’s a sense that the land itself holds more than it’s letting on.

Because beneath that familiarity, something else is already present.

The folklore isn’t decorative here—it’s woven into everything. It sits in the language people use, in the things they avoid saying, in the way certain names carry weight when spoken aloud. There’s a strong sense that the land belongs to something older, and that people live alongside it rather than in control of it. Traditions and customs don’t just add colour to the story; they feel important, almost protective, grounding the characters in something that has existed long before them.

And then there’s the romance.

Calla and Colm’s connection doesn’t unfold gently. It arrives with a kind of intensity that feels instinctive rather than chosen. Their relationship moves between dream and reality, blurring the line between the two in a way that makes everything feel heightened. There are moments of tenderness, but they’re often edged with something sharper—desire that builds too quickly, interactions that feel almost overwhelming in their urgency. It’s not a comforting romance; it’s one that feels consuming, unpredictable, and at times slightly dangerous.

That sense of danger never fully leaves.

Because even as the relationship deepens, the story keeps reminding you that this world isn’t entirely safe. There’s a constant tension between what feels human and what feels just out of reach, and that tension runs through every interaction. Love here doesn’t exist separately from risk—it sits alongside it, shaped by it.

Running parallel to all of this is Ciarán’s story, which brings a quieter, more unsettling kind of weight. His survival is not freedom. He exists on the edge of the human world—able to be present, to see, to remain close—but unable to truly interact. That distance gives his storyline a haunting quality, as though he is caught between states, neither fully gone nor fully there. What keeps him anchored are the small, familiar things: customs, habits, the rhythms of life that still belong to him, even if he cannot fully belong to them anymore.

Saoirse’s perspective adds another emotional layer again. Where others are moving forward—whether willingly or not—she feels caught in what has already been lost. Her grief is still, heavy, and unresolved, and it lingers in a way that contrasts sharply with the intensity of the other storylines. It gives the novel a quieter kind of heartbreak, one that doesn’t need dramatic moments to be felt.

What makes the book work so well is how all of this exists together without being forced. The folklore, the romance, and the emotional weight of the characters all feed into each other, creating a story that feels both intimate and expansive at the same time.

The Scald Crow doesn’t rush to explain itself, and it doesn’t offer easy answers. Instead, it builds something slower, more atmospheric, and more emotionally tangled. It begins with something familiar, but gradually becomes something much harder to define—a story where love isn’t simple, survival isn’t guaranteed, and the past never quite stays where it should.

And by the end, it’s clear that this is only the beginning of something much larger—something that hasn’t finished unfolding yet.

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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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