I don’t trust the Folk, so I ignore their fearful advice to stay away from him. The cold, black-eyed assassin prince who strikes fear into the hearts of all Folk. The Unseelie Ruler wants me on her land for reasons no one will explain to me, but it’s her aloof, painfully beautiful son who captures my attention and refuses to let go. It wasn’t until they were gone that I realise it wasn’t… normal.īut it isn’t until I’m twenty-one, when my life is in ruins, that they come back to take me away.
While they were here, I thought nothing of them. Black creatures always lurking in the shadows. Shimmering skin darting between the bushes. I grew up with big green eyes watching me from the forest.
When they started appearing in my garden, with their unnatural, cruel beauty and honeyed words and veiled taunts. I first saw the Folk when I was a little boy.
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