We are made of starlight and green limbs of the earth. We are deceiving eyes, waiting for their prey, while vast overgrowth whispers our names, chants our titles.
Trees lick the blood and suck the darkness from our veins.
Welcome to an unseelie court.
I am starting to write my trickster fae novel. There will be spiders and rose petals. They will be love and scorn.
And there will be pointy ears flashing through the woods.