Once upon a time, a girl was born. A hundred years later, she grew up.
The only thing I can say for sure is that along with Haven:
one of us will die
one will fall in love
one will sacrifice everything
and one will betray the others.
Forged in heartbreak, set in bone, cast in blood, carved in stone.
A thousand years will my curse reign, unless I have these six things:
The tears of a fairy from a wood so deep.
The fig of a vorgrath from his mate’s keep.
The scale of a selkie burnished gold.
The bone of a wood witch a century old.
The midnight sliver of a Shade Queen’s horn.
The sacrifice of two lovers torn.
Don’t use your magic. Don’t draw attention. Keep to yourself. Or he will come for you.
All magic has a price, and some of us don’t want to pay it.
Tempest could fight all she’d like. He liked the hunt and with careful planning, she’d be bound to him by the end of the year and fat with his babes. And, with any luck, he wouldn’t have to kill a second wife
I can tell you more, or I can skip to the worst part. They’ve always existed, tricking and tormenting us. But one time, one very pissed off time, we tricked and tormented them back. One short, magical time, mortals captured their kind. But three of them escaped.
I told you I’m not going to hurt you and I meant it. That includes protecting you from being hurt. Your secret is safe with me.
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Invaders. Cruel Folk. Tricksters. Sidhe. Fae.
My favourite is pointy-eared dickwads, but that’s a mouthful so I usually stick with Fae.