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393 pages, Paperback
First published March 31, 2022
“This coming Ostara, it’s time I send you back through the veil to the human world.”
To a world whose languages he didn’t speak, whose maps he didn’t know, whose customs he couldn’t navigate. A place he’d only visited once before, where he was met with hostility by his own birth parents who had traded him away.
(…)
That year would be his last chance at a wish at all. His last chance to beg Brìghde for mercy, to give him something that might make the difference between life or death.
It was also Proserpina who implemented the original rule of veils on human beantighes, covering their faces in order to show deference to fey patrons and employers, wearing white as a sign of spiritual betrothal to the edicts of the queen, a sign of wanting to become everything she thought humans needed to be to be less wicked, sinful, arrogant, selfish…
With their pointed ears, tall frames, shining hair, smooth skin, and symmetrical features that could seemingly only emote disgust, resentment, annoyance, or arrogance.
I don’t know, do you really expect someone like me to have a solution for your own hubris or whatever you want to call it?”
“What exactly do you think hubris is?”
“I don’t know! Perhaps the thing that makes you so disagreeable!”
The way his features were so elegant when they looked at him… like that. With an ounce of tenderness and concern, his eyes muted slightly in the overcast light, dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration. While Prince Cylvan had always been beautiful, when his expression was relaxed… it was enough to make Saffron’s heart race in the same wanting way it did when he read romantic stories.
“Well… it’s… like a pixie caring for a raven, isn’t it?” Saffron smiled softly. “Someone insignificant like me, thinking I can do anything at all for someone as big and grand and free as you are. But, I guess… perhaps, while the pixie cannot help with raven-sized problems… it can at least share the little treasures it steals, because it knows the raven likes shiny things, too…”
“... A raven?” Cylvan finally chuckled the more he thought about it.
Saffron laughed, too, embarrassed by his analogy. But then Cylvan sat up, and suddenly they were very close, making Saffron’s breath catch. Cylvan plucked a piece of grass from Saffron’s hair, twirling it between two fingers. “Perhaps the raven cares for the pixie as well, but worries its squawking and sharp talons and… reputation will scare it away. What then?”



"Asking how they found him, Hollow clambered down from the horse next..."