I’d done a damn fine job of it too-if I do say so myself-before I came to the Otherworld. I’d spent the better part of a decade fighting the idea that I was a victim. There’s nothing-except maybe the wounded look in my eyes-that I have to show for all those parts of me that were altered in different, more fundamental ways. After a particularly nasty skirmish with Karnon, the mad King of Fauna, I now have scaly forearms and claw-tipped fingers too.Īnd those are just the changes you can see. Of course, wings aren’t the only thing different about me. Even folded up, the tops of my wings loom well above my head and the tips brush the back of my bare calves. I stand in front of one of Des’s gilded mirrors, both horrified and transfixed by the sight.

The black iridescent feathers glint under the dim lights of Des’s royal chambers, now black, now green, now blue. Only, his foe has a taste for exotic creatures, and Callie just happens to be one.“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.” If the Bargainer has any hope to save his people, he’ll need the help of the siren he spurned long ago. And then there are the whispers among the slaves, whispers of an evil that’s been awoken. Only the women are returned, each in a glass casket, a child clutched to their breast. Fae warriors are going missing one by one. Something is happening in the Otherworld. At first it’s just a chaste kiss-a single bead’s worth-and a promise for more.įor the Bargainer, it’s more than just a matter of rekindling an old romance. When Callie finds the fae king of the night in her room, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eye, she knows things are about to change. And everyone knows that sooner or later he always collects.īut for one of his clients, he’s never asked for repayment.

He’s a man who can get you anything you want … at a price.

Only then will the beads disappear.Įveryone knows that if you need a favor, you go to the Bargainer to make it happen.

Only death or repayment will fulfill the obligations. For the last seven years she’s been collecting a bracelet of black beads up her wrist, magical IOUs for favors she’s received. Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past.

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