Now she fills her garden with flowers and wild plants, and the people of the islands come to her. (She rarely spoke of Erana’s father, save that he had been handsome and kind and too weak-willed to heed his beloved’s only warning.) She had been taught by her mother’s people that humanity could only destroy, and the Fae would create the world anew. She had spent so much time amongst the night that it felt like home, and the demons were her dearest friends.Įrana had been raised in the wilds, and she had been taught to fear the world of mankind. Even now, in her second chance at life, she fills her home with creatures of the night, stonework in the forms of demons her mother had taught her to fear, because they no longer felt like monsters. So much of her life, and all of her unlife, had been shaped by defiance. One of them was this: Her mother, whose face she could no longer remember, placing a strand of braided garlic around her neck and telling her to stay inside at night, to stay away from the darkness and to never trust a stranger. Much of her past was a blur, the price of living for so very long, but there were a few memories she’d taken care to keep. Katrina had been taught to fear the darkness.

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