Redcap, Whitecap, Goblin, Thief

"A'right buddy, pay attention, 'cause I'm only gonna tell you this story once."



In The City, just beyond the gaze of humanity, dwell dragons, lycanthropes, vampires, sorcerers, gods, and the Noble Fae holding court amongst them all. Dwarves work their wonders, Sluagh gather lore of the arcane , Brownies serve with unwavering loyalty, Trolls protect with exalted courage, Phouka tell their stories that make mortals into legend. Above them are the Sidhe, who rule over all as examples and bastions of grace, art, music, intelligence, and awe-inspiring beauty beyond the ken of mortal minds. All Fae serve as exemplars of what humanity can only dream to achieve.



And then there's the Goblins.



Seen only as thieves, saboteurs, cutpurses, and cutthroats, Goblins are considered the worst and lowest of the Fae for centuries, and all too many are happy to play the part they're given. If the price is right.



And then there's Nick: college drop-out, son of a murderer, slum rat, two-bit thief, out of work, out of money, and usually starving. So when a job is offered to rob a manor in the richest part of the City with a complete layout of where to find the loot, the job practically does itself, right? Simple. If only a double murder didn't happen in the middle of it, which Nick is quickly blamed for.



With the whole City after his head, he'll have to find the real killer and stay two steps ahead of the Phouka cop on his tail that Nick in no way has a crush on. It ain't easy bein' green, but ya get used to it.



Advisory: This is a work of urban fantasy with some romantic elements featuring a homoromantic demisexual male lead. This story is written in character voice, and as a result, contains numerous instances of profanity. Does not contain explicit sexual content between two male characters, 'cause this ain't that kinda story. Please adjust expectations accordingly.