Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
Then she heard them. The pounding hooves of Wild Edric's hunting party echoed in the dimness of the forest and she knew that she was trapped in their spell. The Faerie Princess must have called for his help when she discovered she could not capture Tamara alone. Now, she had more than one enemy to contend with and she was utterly helpless to save herself.
Tamara Swift did not believe in tears. Whenever she felt them prickling the back of her eyes, she would bite the inside of her cheek. She had cried enough as a child, always falling and hurting herself as she tried to keep pace behind William.
When William had gone away to school, she had cried herself to sleep for a month. Their father had not understood all the emotion, but her grandfather Ludlow had doted on her, teaching her card tricks and telling her stories of his time spent touring the world as a magician. She had been determined after that never to cry again, never to show her vulnerability if she could help it. And that resolution had held well until recently when the strain of losing her grandfather and father to the fight against Balberith had loosed her tears once again.
