The next day, the blood of the faerie had been cleaned up by the time I ate, washed, and dressed. […]

I jerked awake in the middle of the night, panting. My dreams had been filled with the clicking of the

After soaking in the bath for nearly an hour, I found myself sitting in a low-backed chair before my room’s

The naga were sprung from a nightmare. Covered in dark scales and nothing more, they were a horrendous combination of

Western woods. Grove of young birch trees. Slaughtered chicken. Double-loop snare. Close to running water. I repeated Lucien’s instructions as

Tamlin waved his hand, and a hundred candles sprang to life. Whatever Lucien had said about magic being drained and

I couldn’t entirely shake the horror, the gore of my dream as I walked down the dark halls of the

I didn’t give myself a chance to panic, to doubt, to do anything but wish I had stolen some food