fae courts

The grand ballroom of the summer court was flooded by a thousand brilliant golden lights. Warm colours mingled with moonlight, casting a bright glow through the halls where the fae had gathered. Their esteemed guests, handpicked by royal advisors and perhaps the Queen herself, moved gracefully...

Some things about being queen of a Solstice Court never changed. There were cases to preside over and judgment to be passed. There were political maneuvers veiled as urgent business and half-truths spoken with candied smiles. There were endless hours of paperwork and foreign affairs and military...

Faolan was having the second-shittiest day of his life. The ley line spat him out from between like a cat vomiting a hairball. He looked about the same as he lay in the mud gathering the strength to continue. He struggled to rise, stumbling before finally standing upright and lifting his face...

Deep within the woods, where the trees rustled in the wind and the ground was cloaked in a tapestry of amber and crimson leaves, a figure began to emerge from the earth. The air, thick with the scent of damp moss and decaying foliage, seemed to hold its breath as she rose, her form slowly...

"We have been the puppets in their game for too long. The last days of Summer have come to pass." For the past decade the Summer Court had withdrawn from the world of mortal and fae alike. The Summer Queen has not been seen for almost five Hunts, and rumours swirl that she allows only a chosen...

It was a day of celebration. The palace had been decorated in all things green – green rugs, green silk shades undulating gently in the breeze, and jade vases and bowls bearing sprays of forsythia in bloom. The serenity was broken by the thudding of feet and the tinkling of laughter. A young...

Raphael landed with a hushed whisper of leathery wings in the midst of a small grove of orange trees. The sweet smell of citrus flooded his senses as he cast his eyes about the shadows in search of either of his brothers who had agreed to meet him here. On any other night, on any other visit to...

This was utterly rediculous. How long had he been waiting? 12, no, 13 years and still nobody came back. He was beginning to think they weren't coming back. His large pumpkin head leaned back and Curcurbita, cursed of the fae, looked up to the starry night sky in half hearted hope that he might...