The fate of the world lies in the hands of a homeless sorceress with an identity crisis. The world’s probably screwed.
Two souls, one body. Alice is 3,000 years’ worth of attitude in a hot-headed 16-year-old package. Thanks to a magic spell gone wrong, an ancient and wicked sorceress lives rent-free in her head. Literally.
After arriving in Dublin, the pair meet the mysterious half-Fae gunslinger Conor. He’s hotter and deadlier than any flames Alice could conjure, but he’s got secrets and baggage of his own…
They barely have time to flirt when they stumble upon an arcane ritual created by the gods of the Fae to enslave humanity.
The ritual’s one weakness: four enchanted yet elusive treasures from Irish legends.
Alice will need to work with Conor and other Faerie friends as they traverse the treacherous courts of the Fae and battle menacing mythical monsters to find the treasures.
Can she trust him? More importantly, with the sorceress’s dark power dwelling within her, can she even trust herself?
From the Book:
I stepped out onto the rainy city’s cobblestone streets. Gloomy, stormy night skies thundered overhead. The main concrete roads were lined on both sides with double yellow lines. Strings of flags were strewn between the buildings. I weaved around rows of metal cylinders on the sidewalk as I tailed the two. The green-eyed boy turned the corner into an alley, and the green-dressed woman did likewise.
As I rounded the bend, I entered an alleyway lined with beige bricks and lush bushes. My shoes got soaked as they stepped in puddles in a gray sidewalk made of large, square blocks. In the light of the lamps hanging from the walls, I made out the two figures. The handsome boy in cowboy clothes had his back to the wall. The woman pinned him there, her palms on the bricks. From underneath her skirt poked…deer hooves?
Her face inched closer to his neck. Sharp, vampiric fangs appeared over her gums. “I’ll bet you taste good, feen.”
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