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280 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 29, 2019
"A fox?!" Lachlan cried out, though the words were strange in his new throat. He bolted for the closest mirror, dismayed beyond reckoning to see russet fur, dark, pointed ears and a white underbelly. His eyes were small and beady, though his golden irises remained. There were no two ways about it; his new appearance wasn't a glamour or an illusion or a trick of the light. Lachlan really was a fox.
...Sorcha was happy with the promise of wet, cold days and wetter, colder nights. For though the creeping autumn weather and the inevitable winter that followed caused damage to roofs and fields and sometimes livestock, it also signalled a blessed end to the slew of tourists that had bombarded the tiny town of Darach since April.

“So they disappeared, in one fashion or another, and they only had themselves to blame. They had been warned, after all, and they didn’t listen.”
– Sorcha, Prince of Foxes
“Her father was a smart man. He had raised a clever daughter. Sorcha would not be caught by a faerie so easily.”
– Sorcha, Prince of Foxes
“The advancements made in human medicine, and human technology, meant that humans were beginning to forget what it felt like to fear ‘otherness’.”
– Lachlan, Prince of Foxes
“The feeling of singing to him was achingly nostalgic, as if she truly was sitting upon the loch-side watching the sun set across the water.”
– Sorcha, Prince of Foxes