The Lost Child

The gates are finally open, but I’m not ready for what waits on the other side…

 

There’s nothing quite like waking up naked, alone, and on fire. But at least I woke up. It’s not every day a person gets to survive being stabbed by their boyfriend and his magic sword  – not a euphemism.

 

The gates are open. My work is done, right? Enter Florence, stage left, to remind me that her aid came with a price. And the bill has come due. It’s time to walk through a gate and find my friend’s abducted sister. To do it, I’ll need to find my fae birth family. My only hope is that they’re slightly less heinous than the half-elf who betrayed me.

 

Finding Florence’s sister isn’t as straightforward as I’d hoped. The intrigue in the royal court rivals anything I’ve seen on a soap opera. I hadn’t expected to be welcomed with open arms, but a couple moments of appreciation for the world breaker might’ve been nice. Let me tell you, attempted murder is a craptastic reward…