By Seanan McGuire
Event the fun of the search within the 3rd October Daye city delusion novel.
October "Toby" Daye is a changeling-half human and part fae-and the single one that has earned knighthood. Now she needs to tackle a nightmarish new problem. a person is stealing the youngsters of the fae in addition to mortal little ones, and all indicators element to Blind Michael. Toby has no selection yet to trace the villain down-even whilst there are just 3 magical roads during which to arrive Blind Michael's realm, domestic of the Wild Hunt-and no street might be taken greater than as soon as. If Toby can't get away with the kids, she's going to fall prey to the Wild Hunt and Blind Michael's inescapable strength.
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