Living Death

Next semester at Dreadmore. Should be a breeze, right? After all, we got rid of that serial killer. Until a door appears in the library. One that shouldn't be there. One that Ezra and I shouldn't go through. And yet we do.

And then the proverbial sh*t hits the fan. Fae. Fairies. Whatever you want to call them these evil beings are hellbent on destruction. And revenge.

And we seem to be in their path of chaos. Now what?