Charlotte Asher
an excerpt

‘Perhaps she thinks you’re lovely and would like to steal you away.’ Jordan offered, staring at me with those lovely green gold cat eyes, they were starling on her, it made me wonder if her father had something else strange in his genes.

‘I’m fairly average, Jordan, and I cannot wish to compete with the likes of faerie. I do not know, for I have never been there myself, but there are whispers of the most beautiful and terrible creatures one could ever behold. It sounds too good to be true.’ I had, I had heard of men and women of fairy whose hair was soft like silk but glittered like precious metals and stones, eyes that held stars, moons, creatures that shined with an inner light. I had heard of creatures as tall as me with butterfly wings like some massive piece of living stained glass that if you touched them you were left covered in rainbow glittering dust, stranger creatures with extra limbs, things with tentacles, the Sluagh owned most of them, though. The darker things you could never bring yourself to wish upon your worst enemy. The Sluagh or The Host of the Unseelie was one of many flying hosts, they were said to be at the queens beck and call, her most formidable weapon. They chased down the oath breakers, the unjust and sometimes the just plain rotten of the fey.