By Laurell K. Hamilton
I'm Princess Meredith, inheritor to a throne of faerie. My day activity, as soon as upon a time, was once as a personal detective in l. a.. regrettably, princess has now turn into a full-time occupation.
My aunt, Queen Andais, can have it no opposite direction. And so i'm nearly a prisoner in faerie–trapped the following with the various realm’s most pretty males to function my bodyguards . . . and my enthusiasts. For i'm pressured to conceive a baby: an inheritor to prevail me at the throne. but after months of wonderful intercourse with my consorts, there's nonetheless no child. And no child skill no throne. the single simple task is loss of life by the hands of my cousin Cel, or his fans, if I fail to conceive.
Now Mistral, Queen Andais’s new captain of the defend, has come to my bed–defying her and risking her poor wrath in doing so. yet even she is going to hesitate to punish him in jealous rage, simply because our becoming a member of has reawakened outdated magic, mystical energy so old that nobody stands opposed to it and survives. now not even my most powerful and such a lot preferred: my Darkness and my Killing Frost. now not even Mistral himself, my hurricane Lord. yet simply because Mistral has helped to deliver this magic forth, he may perhaps stay one other day.
If i will be able to reclaim regulate of the fey strength that after used to be, there's wish for me and my reign in faerie. i'd but quell the darkish schemes and subterfuges surrounding me. although shadows of obsession and conspiracy assemble, i'll survive.
From the Hardcover edition.