A princess of firelight and next in line for the Seelie throne. Selyara is a girl who wants only freedom. She is beautifully small, freckled and frail. Given no protection she must face these days alone. Lavara sits on the Seelie throne as queen regent until Selyara has completed and survived her human trial. If Selyara dies Lavara stands to take the throne. On the first eve of her humanity Selyara stands under the moon, trying to accept the fact that, like every ancestor before her, she may not survive.
The hunters come...but, her life is spared by Lore. Lord of the blood hunters and consort to the queen of the UnSeelie. who covets her flame. The court of the UnSeelie is strange and terrifying, accustomed to a world of fire and light, the dark evil of this hidden world drains her life. She has no one to turn to except the savage hunter who saved her.
Brought up in the ways of the Unseelie and trained as a blood hunter, Lore captures the faerie named Selyara. Mystified and drawn to the girl with the fire red hair, he watches her trade her throne for the promise of her life. Faced with loyalty to his own queen and betraying everything he knows, Lore must give his sword to a kingdom he has always opposed, and a strange, magical girl--fast becoming more precious to him than any immortal blood. Side by side, Selyara and Lore unlock dark secrets and break a blood promise that will change their stars forever -- Together, they fall into a world of faerie tales and all the Theories of Magic.
Selyara... "There was mud in my mouth, and my knees dripped blood onto the uneven pavement--little spatters of crimson rain. I bit down on my fist. I wouldn't cry, it would only distract me from running. I wasn't sure if that was true, but it sounded good in my mind.
Ahead of me a little girl is sleeping in the alley, her hand clenched around a bundle of forget-me-nots. The moonlight spilling on her pale skin turns her from innocent to wraith. Two days ago I was her, a forgotten face in a sea of the living dead--yet I was different. At night I would shed my human skin and go back to my own kind. Go back to myworld with wings of light to carry me through the sky. Where no element of weapon
forged could claim my life. Tonight I am human...and if they catch me I will die..."
Die, die the hand is mine...to be human, is to live your life in the blind...
On the day the god Cronus was born, it is said, the earth quaked and screamed at its core. The cliffs bordering the seas ground together and flames shot up into the open sky. Each flame carried a Seelie faerie. In their blood flowed the magics of the old worlds and the fire of immorality.