Ignus Fatuus

Scotland was meant to be an escape from my grief—instead I ran straight into the clutches of the Fae that craved me to my very marrow.

My parents wove tales of the tooth fairy when they put my teeth under my pillow as a child.

As an adult, I returned to my mother's homeland to mourn their deaths. Instead, I was lured by wisps into the forest only to encounter the reality of their stories.

The Bone Faerie. Morel was as cruel as he was intriguing, destroying any fae that dared covet any of my pr...