Winter

Valerian.

I smile and watch the snowflakes filter through the branches until they slowly fade away. The icy wind dies, the snow dusting the ground melts.

Anyone else would be surprised, or at the very least, impressed.

But once you’ve been to Everwilde, once you’ve seen the magic and the lethal beauty of the Fae, once you’ve met Lunar Court assassins, Fae who shift into massive fire-breathing dragons, and a prince with no name, anything seems possible.

Even snow in summer.

The End