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In the past two years, I leveled up as a kick-ass urban druid and became the leader of the Fianna Warriors my ancestor Fionn mac Cumhaill needed me to be. The thing is—four months ago everything changed. The veil between realms came down. With dormant genes waking, the dominant races jockeying for their place in the hierarchy, and the world around us pulsing out of control with power, my position as the Fae Liaison of Toronto has gotten off to a chaotic start.

Meet Fionna mac Cumhaill, an urban druid coming into her powers and trying to master them. She has a family she didn't know about, a magical heritage laying its claim, and a mystery she apparently needs to solve.

I have family I didn't know about, a magical heritage laying its claim, and a mystery I apparently need to solve. But when a back-alley brawl leaves me marked with a bizarre Celtic crest on my back, I become a beacon for all things whacked and weird.

Assuming my role as the druid representative for the Lakeshore Guild of Empowered Ones is both an honor and a curse. It puts me in a position to make important changes in a flawed system but also puts me in the crosshairs of a lot of powerful people. Demons, tricksters, and wizards I can handle, but when my worlds collide and the police get involved, I'm afraid for not only me but the men in my family.

In life, you start off and get what you get—that's fate. Then you grab the reins and steer your path—that's free will. Fate versus free will . . . it's mind bendy. But what if you want to change your stars? When a gathering of reapers descends on Toronto, and a mass-death is pending, Clan Cumhaill fights through kidnappings, betrayal, and death to discover what will cause the disaster. Is it a vampire war, the theft of a powerful artifact, or an empowered icon gone rogue? There's no way to know until the danger unfolds.

With the magical veil between our world and the fae realm down, the life we live has gotten weirder by the day. Imagine cloud shape bawdiness, venomous invaders sneaking through tears in the fabric between worlds, and waking up to realize San Francisco isn't where it was the night before. Yeah, lost a city? Call 1-800-Team-Trouble. Handling the whacked and weird of the world is my wheelhouse.

Cette meuf, faut pas l'emmerder. Ou bientôt vous le regretterez ! Grandir avec cinq frères aînés m'a appris à encaisser les coups. Cela est très utile car ceux que je prends en tant que druidesse me font regretter les bonnes vieilles bagarres, les écorchures et les querelles avec mes frères. On ne peut plus reculer et honnêtement, je ne le ferais pas si je le pouvais. Dans une ville où les vampires, les mages et les hobgoblins me détestent, j'ai du mal à me défendre et à mener le bon combat. Mais j'ai été choisie pour porter la marque des Fianna pour une raison. Je suis Fiona-fecking-Cumhaill.

My outlook on life isn't complicated - any day that passes when nobody tries to kill me or someone I love gets put into the "good day" column. Simple, right? Lately, good days have been hard to come by. Since I totally ignored Da's warning three months ago and flew to Ireland to embrace our super-secret heritage, I've seen the world in a different light - a mythical and magical light. I am a Druid.

When a back-alley brawl leaves me marked with a bizarre Celtic crest on my back, I become a beacon for all things whacked and weird. My dad is obviously freaked when he sees the tat, but he won't discuss it. So, I do what any stubborn redheaded lass would - I ignore all advice and fly to the Emerald Isle to get answers. And yeah...you know that saying about hindsight being 20/20? True story.

Cette meuf, faut pas l'emmerder. Ou bientôt vous le regretterez ! Bouleversée par l’imprévisibilité de la vie, je me retrouve à affronter un héritage magique que j’ignorais et un mystère que je dois résoudre.Mes trois plus grandes passions ? Ma famille irlandaise un peu folle, le whisky Redbreast chez Shenanigans et habiter à Toronto. Ayant grandi avec cinq frères aînés, je peux me sortir de la plupart des situations, soit avec mon sens de l'humour, soit avec mes coups de poing. Souvent les deux.

Cette meuf, faut pas l'emmerder. Ou bientôt vous le regretterez ! Ma vision de la vie n’est pas compliquée : chaque jour qui passe sans que personne n’essaye de me tuer ou de blesser quelqu’un que j’aime, je me considère chanceuse. Mais ces derniers temps, les bons jours sont rares... Depuis que j'ai totalement ignoré l'avertissement de mon père il y a trois mois et que j'ai pris l'avion pour l'Irlande pour embrasser notre héritage ultra-secret, je vois le monde d’une perspective différente, une perspective mythique et magique.

Cette meuf, faut pas l'emmerder. Ou bientôt vous le regretterez !Depuis que j’ai été désignée comme héritière des pouvoirs druidiques, j’ai été poignardée, kidnappée, mise sur liste noire, torturée, prise pour cible et accusée d’avoir provoqué tous les accidents magiques qui ont frappé Toronto. Pour certains, je suis une nuisance, pour d’autres une rareté et pour d’autres encore un problème à éliminer. Les rageux vont rager. Mais lorsqu’une vague de dangers s’abat sur ma famille et mes amis, il n’y a rien d’autre à faire que de répondre à l’attaque et de se battre. Qui agit dans l’ombre ?

Since being marked as the heir apparent, I've been stabbed, kidnapped, black-listed, tortured, targeted, and accused of being the cause of pretty much every magical mishap that's hit the streets of Toronto. To some, I'm a nuisance, to others a curiosity, and others still - a problem to be eliminated. Whatevs, haters gotta hate.

The Culling draws ever nearer—looms really—like a big, fat cloud of doom. With evil brewing, our enemies grow bolder, the warriors of light and dark scramble to be ready for the Winter Solstice, and the Cumhaill fam jam digs in to face the battle of our world's alignment. No biggie . . . Team Trouble is on it. For now, the human populations remain oblivious to the imminent battle to come. If we continue to do our jobs right, it'll stay that way. What you don't know won't hurt you, amirite?

The focus of my life as an urban druid is to stand as a guardian of nature. The focus of my life as Fiona Cumhaill to stand as a guardian of my family. Seriously. Don't screw with my family. It's a no-brainer, drop everything, and take up the fight topic for me—If you need me, I will come. So, when darkness conspires to overtake the light and people I love are sucked into the wake of evil, the Toronto crew grabs the go-bags and answers the call.

Assuming my role as the druid representative for the Lakeshore Guild of Empowered Ones is both an honor and a curse. It puts me in a position to make important changes in a flawed system but also puts me in the crosshairs of a lot of powerful people.

The world is about to tilt on its axis. Good versus Evil. Light versus Dark. There's a balance to the world's alignment and every thousand years the Earth Realm, the Fae Realm, and the Spirit Realm collide, igniting a period of rebalancing. And while the empowered sects battle for a stronger foothold and fight to find ways to strengthen their forces, the humans go on living blissfully unaware. Which is good. Blissful ignorance is exactly where we want them to be . . . Well, some of us, anyway. As the volatility rises, the aggressive races protest.

On a good day, wearing the Fianna mark tosses me into topsy-turvy trials. It's a scramble but I manage to hold it together with the help of amazing family and friends: mythical, magical, and mortal. But despite best-laid plans, collateral damage occurs.

When the magical energy of New Orleans redlines, Team Trouble responds. Caught between three hostile factions of empowered citizens—witches, wolves, and vampires—we scramble to figure out who's leaving bodies littered around the French Quarter. Navigating the crypts, catacombs, and a cagey council doesn't go our way. Big Easy my ass. Secrets, vendettas, and undead armies make solving this one dangerous not only for us, but for the empowered sects that don't want our help. Whatevs. When the world gets mean, we tighten our ranks.

We all make mistakes, but for most of us we die and they're forgotten—not so if you're immortal. For gods and immortals, grudges live forever. One moment of poor judgment, a lack of understanding, or simply being oblivious to what's going on around you can elevate you to the top of someone's to-do list. Be careful who you piss off. Amid murder, ex-lovers, jewel heists, and much, much wine, the Cumhaill fam jam stays the course of fighting the good fight and standing behind our friends. Ni neart go cur le cheile . . . There is strength in unity.