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Read how one Fay Princess and a Mortal Man will change the fate of all those around. 

  Shayla, Princess of the Fay, must begin the journey to discover her true power by leaving the island. If she's successful, she will become queen. Her plight won't be an easy one, for there are those who would use Shayla as a means to solidify their own position of power.

Kyle, Shayla's guide in the human world, is destined to bring hope to the Fay even though his own future seems bleak. With Kyle by her side, miracles can happen, offering the promise of the return of the magic.

Once that happens, nothing is impossible.

 

 

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Excerpt 

I awoke standing in the throne room, my Father in front of me weeping. An ethereal breeze lifted strands of my hair as I looked around the expansive room. No one else was there. Slipping silently to his side, I laid my hand on his quaking shoulder. “Father, why do you cry so?”

He shuddered and gaped at me, surprise and fear on his loving face. It nearly broke my heart.

“I do not understand. How are you here before me, when I know you are gone for all time?”

“Gone…”

“I received word today of your death in the human world.”

Gone? His words echoed inside me like a yawning cavern, the torment and pain making me doubt my existence.

“I do not understand. Who would tell such lies to you?”

“Lies? I pray for lies. Even now, Jack and Aine travel by sea, bringing your body home. At first, I thought they were mistaken, for you did not fade. Then, I was reminded of the Fay who had fallen before you in the human world. They had not faded until they were brought home. The same is for you.”

Father had never been a fanciful or delusional man. He must believe in my death, yet I knew I dreamed.

“On what day did I die?”

He sobbed. “Your birthday.”

“But, how is it you are weeping for me?”

I got no response. Not being able to reach him to reason, I attempted to reason with myself. My birthday fell a week from now.

“He has been here for the last three days. I am the only one allowed to enter.” Fearghus stood behind me.

“You do not seem surprised at my appearance. Why is that?”

“You are not the first to die in no-Fay’s-land. You shall know unrest until your body is returned.”

“Die! I am not dead. Father said I died on my birthday. My birthday is not for another seven days. There is no limbo here, only a dream.”

“So…dream waking is your true power. Why do you not return home if your quest is finished? Before you truly die and all hope is lost?”

“Because dream waking is not my true power. I was able to do it before I left home.”

It was all the detail Fearghus needed to know, but his voice still grew feral as he stepped near to my ear. “Then you must hurry and find your true power. This is more than just walking in dreams; it is a glimpse into your future. A sign from the Gods of what is to come. I wished for you to learn your heritage while you are gone, not die from it. I give you five days. If you have not evolved by then, you should return no matter what.”

For the first time that I knew of, fear edged his will. “You know I cannot. I will not return to be given to Aidan, nor will I stand by while his family lays claim to what is rightfully mine.”

“I never wished Aidan on you, only for you to take your place as all Fay must do. As your Father did before you, and his Father before him. Rule us, Princess. Rule all the Fay.”

He came around to me. The determination in his eyes shook mountains. Drama for my benefit or his?

“You speak as though more than my taking the throne is at stake.”

“It is. My future is also at stake. I am fading but cannot or will not rest until you sit safely on the throne with your chosen King.”

I had an answer for him. I needed to believe Fearghus was concerned more for our people than I had given him credit for. “I give you my word as Princess of Fay, I will return in five days' time, with or without my power. You must also give your word to help me out of a wedding to Aidan.”

His forehead furrowed and his eyes pierced into mine, but he finally nodded. “On your arrival, if Aidan is not for you, then another suitable husband shall be chosen.”

“I wish I could believe that, but you know as I do, the other Elders must also say so. You will need to convince them. Will you? Can you?”