Towards the Fates
a Faire-Folk® novel - Book Three in the Pendragon Faire™ Trilogy
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There is such a thing as too many choices, Ryna thought, eyes glazing as she scanned the brochure from the Drop Hammer Coin Press. Tanek was right—a necklace from this place would be right up
The problem was picking which two symbols to have imprinted on the pendant.
Thunder rumbled, and a fat raindrop stained the brochure. A second followed with disturbing speed.
“Wonder what that’s all about?”
The fiddler looked up at Tanek’s remark to see the Merry Maids—minus their token guy—marching past Bakery Stage with their quarterstaffs. “Looks interesting. Let’s find out.”
“Where’s Lord Marion?” the dancer asked as the Gypsies fell in step with their allies.
“Militia’s got him,” Mutch said. “They’re holding him in the
“Grabbed him right out of line for bangers ‘n’ mash,” Jen elaborated.
“Want help?” Tanek volunteered.
Scarlett Will shot him a roguish smile. “Wouldn’t dream of turning away an offer from a Gypsy.”
Another sky-grumble. The rain increased, speckling the ground. The Gypsies and Maids continued unperturbed, but others scurried for cover. Even so, a sizable crowd of patrons remained around the marooned, half-finished turret, separated from the dampening Militia by a wide ring of rennies.
Ryna raised her eyebrows. Spotters. Someone anticipated combat.
“Forsooth, thou took’st thy sweet time!”
“Get thyself kidnapped to somewhere local next time; then we’ll talk,” Jen hollered back, shaking water from her hair.
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Wood from a tree on the mortal plane, the leaf from the Fae world, and the seed from gods-only-knew-where; it had become a thing of all of them.
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Ten months ago, the Gypsies battled the Fae for Ryna's soul.
As the cycle of the rennies' year returns to Pendragon, they find their beloved playground more steeped in Magick than ever.
Ten months ago, they won.
Now clocks refuse to function, phantom music rides the wind, and as strange creatures stalk the grounds, Ryna feels the call of Pendragon's shadow-self more keenly with every pasing day.
But the Fae are old, and patient, and they do not give up easily.
As Phoenix is about to find out, just because you've sworn you're done with the them doesn't mean they're done with you....
About the Author
Meghan has been telling stories for as long as she’s been able to talk and will continue doing so until there is no sky left to hear them. In 1994 she auditioned for the Minnesota Renaissance Festival, and it wasn’t long before the world of Renaissance entertainers fell subject to her pen. Half her life, three books, and a Unicorn Award* later, she’s still picking up speed… and loving it.
*lifetime achievement award for entertainers at the
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