ON A SATURDAY MORNING, many people slept comfortably in warm homes, while others shivered from the cold front that tormented the state. The normal array of signs supporting the rights of fae was put on hold, for the people who waved them were mourning the death of a man named Simon Coy. As Novus Episcopal Church held a packed funeral for Simon, most of the city wept for what they feared was to come. Tragedy often sparked unrest, and those who opposed mixing with the fae had a

AS THE WINTERY CHILL flew through Tallahassee, Novus started ringing a hollow-sounding bell. Rushing through the side entrance of the church, Wren found her way to the front pew and sat next to a tan man of Korean descent, Ha-Ru “Ray” Kim. While staring at the closed casket in front of them, Wren took hold of Ray’s hand to calm her nerves, and he gave her a light squeeze. “I was worried you’d be late,” Ray whispered. “Never,” Wren said. “Where’s Esme?” Ray shrugged. “I bet

AS IF IT HAD become a religious practice, prejudiced people attacked Tallahassee routinely after the tragedy befell Sparrow Manor. The Council noticed this from their home in the city of Birdsong, which was located on Birdsong Island, an island shielded by a barrier dome in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. To conquer the raids on the human city they had grown to like, the Council gifted Tallahassee a guildhall for the Mage’s Guild—a society of healers, who threaded breaks