The Iron Queen

In less than twenty-four hours I’ll be seventeen.

Although technically, I won’t actually be turning seventeen. I’ve been in the Nevernever too long. When you’re in Faery, you don’t age. So while a year has passed in the real world, age wise I’m probably only a few days older than when I went in.

In real life, I’ve changed so much I don’t even recognise myself.

I thought it was over. That my time with the fey, the impossible choices I had to make, the sacrifices of those I loved, was behind me. But a storm is approaching, an army of Iron fey that will drag me back, kicking and screaming. Drag me away from the banished prince who’s sworn to stand by my side. Drag me into conflict so powerful, I’m not sure anyone can survive it. This time, there will be no turning back.