Page 52 of Lunar Desires
She cackled this time, just as the location became clearer, a barrage of information hitting me.
In the north of Faerie, the lands of Winter, far behind Winter City, was a small peninsula. Surrounded by a violent sea, ringed by a deadly forest filled with wicked dangers. A forbidden place where no sensible fae walked. Cut off by a wall of fae magic maintained by the Winter Queen fifty miles south of the peninsula’s southern border.
For the safety of all.
To keep the wickedness at bay.
My magic pulled me up, giving me a bird’s eye view, showing me the pink shimmering mass of the wall, dragging me closer to see more. It stretched east and west for miles, completely covering every inch of land, towering above me at a great height. Locking the badness behind it.
On the very tip of the peninsula, in a small clearing of the forest before the trees gave way to a shore of ice, was Blue Orchard. But I didn’t receive any further details from there.
My magic flitted between vague details and a full rundown. This was somewhere in the middle. I’d have to couple this with some research to acquire more information.
What about the sea?I tried asking my power.
All information stopped there, leaving me breathless and freezing.
“Shit…” I wheezed, a dizzy wave inside my skull.
I’d have to shut this down in a few minutes. But not until I’d tried sneaking an extra slice of this cake.
“You have seen this place?” the fae inquired. “You have crossed another line, Sweetvoice.” Crunch, crunch in the snow, the footprints inching closer. “Doom rests on your head. I look forward to the day I ring its bell.”
We’d see who butchered who first. “Why is that man in your cottage?”
A brief pause before a long exhale of breath. “He is not your concern.”
“He is very much my concern.”
The footprints moved away, stopping beside the cottage’s porch, the wooden structure smothered in frost and blue moss.
“You have observed the wall of magic, have you not?” she asked.
I still couldn’t see this fae, her magic hiding her well. But I knew she was rancid, inside and out.
“I’ve seen it,” I said.
“I will break it. I will watch it fall and walk the lands of Faerie again. And I will not stop there, Sweetvoice. Revenge waits as a ripe apple, waiting to be plucked.”
Someone’s bitter.
“Do you understand me, Sweetvoice?”
Jonathon Aurora,my magic whispered, moving away from the cottage.
What was this?
My power pulled me away from here, back into my world.
There and here. He is both there and here.
I opened my eyes in the car, a trace of icy air licking at my body.
No. How was that possible?
There and here. He is in Faerieandhere.
My magic found him in Bournemouth, the neighboring town to Coldharbour. Walking the streets.
