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<p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>War is coming - and this time I </em><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>swear </em></strong><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>it's not my fault.</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>Sol and his reanimated Unseelie army are hell-bent on destroying the Seelies once and for all. Worse he's stolen the most priceless relic in this land - Zayn's grimoire - along with my magic-unleashing gilded blood.</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>Oh yeah and Sol's claim is slowly killing me (though I'm so pent-up I might actually die of horniness first).</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>But not all hope is lost. I somehow led the elves through the mountain arriving at the Summer Palace in one battered weary piece. Bonus points: I've expanded our ad hoc army by two hundred more soldiers - never mind the fact they're completely untrained three-foot-tall tommyknockers.</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>And for better or worse while Zayn was busy prepping the castle for battle my loud-mouthed Jewish mother gained the support of our equally-shrill family members. Unfortunately banshees have the power to predict the future and our outlook isn't looking so good.</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>The only way we'll survive the impending war is by finding some mysterious ally in the most inhospitable remote corner of the Fae Realm: a ghost from Zayn's past who will either help lead the Seelies to salvation...or doom us all.</em></p>