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Prologue

My philosophy is pretty siood day in my book

I haven’t had ood days lately

Not since the walls between Man and Faery came down

But then, there’s not a sidhe-seer alive who’s had a good day since then

Before The Compact was struck between Man and Fae (around 4000 BC for those of you who aren’t up on your Fae history), the Unseelie Hunters hunted us down like animals and killed us But The Compact forbade the Fae to spill huive or take a few centuries, those with True Vision—people like ic—were taken captive and i difference there: dying or being stuck in Faery until you die Unlike so with the Fae is like dealing with any addiction—you give in, they’ll own you; you resist, they never will

Now that the walls are down, the Hunters are back to killing us again Staue on this planet

Aoibheal, the Seelie Queen of the Light, is no longer in charge In fact, nobody see to wonder if she is any their bloody war all over our world since her disappearance, and although so broody and pessi the distinct upper hand over their fairer brethren

Which is a really, really bad thing

Not that I like the Seelie any better I don’t The only good Fae is a dead Fae in my book It’s just that the Seelie aren’t quite as lethal as the Unseelie They don’t kill us on sight They have a use for us

Sex

Though they barely credit us with sentience, they have a taste for us in bed

When they’re done with a woets in her blood Unprotected Fae-sex awakens a frenzy of sexual hunger inside a woin with, and will never be able to forget It takes a long time for her to recover—but at least she’s alive

Which ht another day To help try to find a way to return our world to what it once was