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...
"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For the past decade the Summer Court had withdrawn from the world of mortal and fae alike.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...
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