Choose your player. The “ironborn” half-fae outcast of her royal fae family. A tempestuous Fury, exiled to earth from the Immortal Realm and hellbent on revenge. A dutiful fae prince, determined to earn his place on the throne. The prince’s brooding guardian, burdened with a terrible secret.
The legend says the spirit in the Tok was once another star that chased Nishira, the second moon, across the sky. Then Nashira’s sister moon, Tisara, cursed Tok to be at the mercy of humans to save her younger sister from him. But some say that was just Tisara’s excuse. That Nashira and Tok were in love and Tisara was jealous and lonely.
Until him, I had followed the Code unwaveringly every day of my life. And now our fates were aligned. If he was proved to be a Codebreaker, I too could be deemed guilty.
Silken fingers of his power brushed over her arm, so lightly it could have been the breeze. “You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you?”
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.
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.
All hail Queen Sabin'theoria of the Unseelie, daughter and heir of Queen Mali'theoria, and blood descendant of Lachlina, the One True Goddess, and Vestior, Harbinger of Nightmares.