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PROLOGUE

Dublin, you had me at “Hello”

Iine a world that doesn’t know its own rules No cell phones No Internet No stock al systeht and the count rising by ered species

A long tio the Fae destroyed their world and decided to take ours History says they et a lot wrong Jericho Barrons says they’ve been here since the dawn of time He should know, because I’m pretty sure he has, too

For a long time there was a wall between our worlds With the exception of a few cracks, it was a solid barricade, especially the prison that held the Unseelie

That barricade is gone now and the prison walls are dust

All of the Fae are free: the deadly Dark Court and the iht Court, who are every bit as deadly, just prettier A Fae is a Fae Never trust one We’re being hunted by voracious monsters that are nearly impossible to kill Their favorite food? People

As if that’s not bad enough, there are frag around that s up anything in their path They’re tricky to spot; you can drive right into one, if you’re not careful The night the walls fell, Faery itself was fractured Soed, and opened new portals onto our world The drifting is the part that really gets o to sleep in your own bed and wake up in a completely different reality If you’re lucky, the climate won’t kill you instantly and the inhabitants won’t eat you If you’re really really lucky, you’ll find your way home Eventually If you’re superlucky, tione Nobody’s that lucky Folks vanish all the tiain

Then there are the a thing in their path, right down to the nutrients in the soil When they’re done, all that’s left is dirt that an earthworm couldn’t live in—not that they leave those either It’s a htly Your parents’ rules don’t apply Do be afraid of the dark And if you’re thinking there ht be a monster under your bed or in your closet, there probably is Get up and check

Welcome to Planet Earth

This is our world now—one that doesn’t know its own rules And when you’ve got a world that doesn’t know its own rules, everything dark and nasty that was once held in check co out of the cracks to try to take a shot at whatever it wants It’s a free-for-all We’re back to being caveht Possession is nine-tenths of the law The bigger and badder you are, the better your odds of surviving Get a gun or learn to run Fast Preferably both

Welcohting for possession of what’s left of the planet

The Fae have no king, no queen, no one in charge Two psychotic, immortal Unseelie princes battle for doovernment Even if we did, I doubt we’d listen to them It’s complete chaos