“There lies a city of steel, where the exiled live; amid the snow and oak will be a mortal woman alone. Make her an offer – all that her heart desires, Lord of Light and Mirth – for she is with child. A daughter born of flesh and magic. Amara, who breathed life into all that we are, has chosen this child as a vessel of great power…a gift to match a fae king…”
Deirdre was born into violence, but dreamed of adventure. She finds all that and more in Amaraea. Pixies and impossibilities she can hardly fathom – but all of this splendor comes at a price. Darkness stirs along the borders of the Seelie Court. Entire villages have disappeared on the northern outposts, with no word or warning.
