Towards the Fates

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. *** 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....