The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and everyone is rushing around the crowded cobblestone streets of Martaâs Park, a small village of the Hinora Empire, dresses swishing behind them, pointy ears twitching to hear the next big sale. My own ears, round and hidden beneath my pale peach working bonnet, are doing the same. My mate, Yale, a forest faerie, is beside me, auguring with a vendor wh...