“The devil you know? Turns out he’s not the devil at all.” ~Shelly
“The devil you know? Turns out he’s not the devil at all.” ~Shelly“We have a problem, my queen.” Resha, one of Dhara’s woodland fairies, stepped through a portal.
At the same time, a different portal opened, and another unexpected visitor emerged. “We have more than one problem,” The voice was that of Trill, a pixie spy assigned to monitor the dark fire king, Viscious—one of the many keeping eyes and ears on the dark royals.
Aviur was flipping through a stack of papers so ancient they looked as if they might fall apart at any moment. “More than one is a bit of an understatement, Trill. The oldest of our kind, with the most knowledge of the soul bonded, died a week ago. We have problems up to our respective necks. He huf
