by T.L. Clark3 out of 5
Shakira had never felt at home growing up in Surrey, but as soon as she entered the quaint Welsh village she knew she belonged. Maybe it was because of the welcoming villagers. Or perhaps it was the presence of the others whom she sensed nearby; the ones she saw in her dreams, with their strange glowing eyes.
Fate is not always kind. It gives with one hand and takes with the other. There is a reason she didn’t grow up with her own kind.
A rich tale of witchcraft, fae, sorcery, elinefae and dragons; this is a story for all who dare to believe.