the time it took to cook the rabbit. If we had an axe to chop with, the trunk of the dead tree would have enough wood for a hundred fires, but, unfortunately, we did no

building a little fire, using

moonlight across the pages of his book as he opened

in such poor lig

ted. “It’s not written in in

book?” I prepared the rabbit t

counts.” He looked at me. “I am

iry man. He had helped himself to more scone, and seemed content to sit and eat, his wings pr

liments

I watched the sun rise over the trees, and noted the direction thinking I could us

yn didn’t look u

ited a

e,” he replied with

the land?”

ue into the forest, and sooner or later, we will work out where we are. If it is

ken against my will to an unknown location by a man I met on the ro

esigned to scare maidens an

abbit. It was starting to smell g

t use has a Fae man for a mankind girl when he has Fae women? It is more

your meat raw

it.” He was fussy, I thought, for someone without his own supplies, but I threw him a scone. He c

stolen child, like from story? The result of a romantic dalliance between a Fae man and a mankind woman, taken back after birth to be raised by his Fae-pa

ou do not,” he replied

it, and the occasional turn of a page. “So, what is more important than my changeling brother?” I aske

Mine was stolen from me. I need to reclaim it bef