Recent content by Midir

"It appears... there was a mistake," contempt dripped from the last word and a muscle flickered in his jaw. Mistakes were not meant to happen, not in the Autumn Court. Not when it came to justice. It upset the balance the Erlking so strongly sought to uphold. That he was even admitting it to one...

"No, leave him." The two guards paused in the act of shovelling what remained of the fae male off the floor. They glanced at one another then back to The Erlking who sat atop the throne of bleached bones, calmly cleaning his hands of the blood that coated them. They knew better than to argue so...

Midir gave the young fae-made a slow smile at the show of defiance. Of course his son's mate would have a will of fire. He wished him the best of luck, see how he dealt with someone so unruly. "Excellent, then it is settled," he purred and set the cup back down on the dainty table then rose to...

Midir raised a brow at the part Lorcan chose to take issue over. Threatening wasn't exactly the most problematic part of the charges Tatiana had laid at his feet. He folded up the piece of parchment and tucked it away once more in the inside of his jacket. "Unfortunately you are my son, and I...

So, his mate hadn't realised the full cost of Lorcan's little revenge spree. Interesting. Midir took a sip of his tea, seemingly unfussed by his sons snarling and posturing. "And I told you that these things are delicate. Matters of state require tact not," he opened the piece of parchment and...

Midir ignored the childish outburst and seated himself once more across from Maeve. She had been far from what he had expected of the mate Lorcan would attract but in a surprisingly pleasant way. Starting with the curious fact that she was made. He wondered, with a flicker of amusement, if she...

"Hello, son." Lorcan would find them in the sunroom where moons ago another Ruler had sat. Fiadh had had far more innocent motives of visiting than the King who now stood from the couch he had been sitting on. It was an absurd setting to see the Erlking in, with the glass doors out onto the...

Midir watched the exchange with bored disinterest for half a second before his eyes slid back to the kelpie still hovering just behind his guards. Just out of reach. The Erlking smiled a slow, unkind smile and tipped his glass towards her. Once the theatrics of siblings was complete he stood...

The Erlking stared at the goblin as the echo of their words faded into the winds. Then, Midir's head tilted back and he laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh. It was the type that chilled a man's bones and sent children running for their mothers skirts. It was a laugh known to become before the...

"Someone, not something," Midir corrected the way one might correct a persons pronunciation of the word scone. His eyes remained resting on the Goblin, barely sparing a look for the quivering girl. From his expression it was clear as to who exactly he thought was the root of all tonight's...

The Erlking watched the flight and subsequent capture of the two troublemakers with a bland mixture of irritation and boredom. He did not find it amusing in the slightest, not even with the little goblin clung to the High Fae's skirts in some feeble attempt to stop her from walking. He did not...

A razor sharp hush fell across the dancefloor as eyes swivelled from the goblin to the Erlking. Midir had returned to the antler and bone throne after the curious kelpie had vanished into the crowd. She'd danced with one of the Shucks, so he would have to ask them later what they had gleaned...

The white stag stood silent as the Gourd-Headed Fae spoke and bowed. Blood continued to drip from his great antlers onto the ground around him. Where the blood landed flowers grew, bloomed, shrivelled then crumpled back into the earth. It was the only thing that seemed to move around the beast...

Can you hear the Hunter’s Horn, Sounding in the forest deep? Can you hear the pounding of hooves When night creeps in and people sleep? In the dark night can you feel That rush of wind- that fleeting chill? Standing in the night-time wood What will be his latest kill? The sound of Horns and...

Somewhere... The world moved so fast. Cities rose and fell, whole civilisations were lost and then new ones built atop the ashes of the old. People who were once figures of legends became forgotten or made a part of a patchwork quilt like story where the tellers butchered five separate lives...