Norah wakes up disoriented and confused. It’s dark and a little humid in the room and her clothes are sticking to her. There’s a weird smell in the room, almost moldy, and she makes a note that she needs to deep clean her house today. Contemplating if she’s actually hungover, she groans as she realizes her head is throbbing, but she doesn’t remember drinking last night. Retracing her steps from ye...

Never in a million years did I see myself throwing a tea party. My type of event involves relaxing with a good book, draped in a blanket, while I sip a coffee. Yet, here I am. The invites went out last minute and the rsvps came in fast. Almost everyone responded ‘yes’, surprisingly, but the important thing is that HE responded yes.

To me, being Fae isn’t anything special. We are the same as ever...