I am Meredith Gentry, P.I. and Princess Merry, heir to the throne of
Faerie. Now there are those among us who whisper I am more. And who can
blame them? I've awakened the dazzling magic that's slumbered in them
for thousands of years. But the thing is, I can't figure out why.
My aunt, Queen of Air and Darkness, is no longer distracted by her
sadistic hobbies. Her obsession has turned unwaveringly to me. The
mission to get me pregnant and beat my cousin Prince Cel to the crown is
taking longer than expected. Even though I spend each night with the
Queen's Ravens, my immortal guards, no child has come of our decadent
pleasures. But something else is happening. My magic courses through me
uncontrollably. And as I lock my half-mortal body with their
full-Sidhe-blooded ones, the power surges like never before.
It all began with a chalice. I dreamed of it, and it appeared, cool and
hard, beside me when I awoke. My guards know the ancient relic well--its
disappearance ages ago stripped them of all of their vital powers. But
it is here with us now. My touch resonates with its force, and they're
consumed with it, their Sidhe essences lit up by it. But even as they
cherish me for this unexpected gift, there are those who loathe me for
it. Me, a mongrel, only half fey and part mortal. The Unseelie court has
suffered for so long, and there are some who would not have it weakened
further by an impure queen. My enemies grow in number every day. But
they do not know what I am capable of. Nor, for that matter, do I....
