With that, I knew the door had been cracked open, just enough to let the first light of dawn seep through. But lurking in the shadows of that promising dawn were the Black Faes, a constant reminder that not all creatures sought the warmth of the sun.

The Black Faes were ancient beings, their malice woven into the tapestry of their dark magic. Their reluctance to make peace was legendary, and their schemes, a tangle of thorns waiting to ensnare the unwary. Dealing with them required a deft hand ...