Facets of Feyrie

Pretend Ma told me the terrible things done to me were for the greater good. That I would be a hero and fight for those who can't fight for themselves. I'm not so sure about that. I am sure that my time in this world is drawing to a close. I'm okay with that. I even wish for it some days. Then, I meet him. Mr. Glowy Eyes. I'm also sure I'm a monster, and I'm certain that he's so much worse than that. But he also shows me something important. Very important. Do you want to know what it is?

Ever get a job that sucks? My name is Iza Black and my life is the sucky job. I mean yeah, there are perks. Live-in maid service, free food, and I get this purple, sparkly aura thing. But there are way more bad parts. So many people, so much pain. Sleep has divorced me completely, and I'm living their nightmares now too. I'm not sure I'm strong enough for this, that I can do what needs to be done. But I have to. Because it's my job . . . because someone needs to. These people need violence to meet violence. Hugs don't always fix things in our world. Then there's Phobe.

The dark is angry...Jameson, the dummy, went off chasing boobs so now I’m chasing a boob too - him. Every road, so far, ends at a dead end or with someone dead at the end. Mostly the latter. My patience is growing short and so is time. As Phobe blithely reminds me with his sharp smile, there’s a reason the Sidhe chose me and that reason leaves me covered in blood. When I finally find the people who took my nerd - I realize the depth of deception.