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Rubbing her eyes, she shook her head Leave it toby halves It wasn’t enough to o and do it to the ued seducer, it was said to be so devilishly charer until it was much too late It went by Puck, Robin Goodfellow, and Wayland S his own kind

When she’d begun searching, she’d been afraid ittomes and discern the identity of the creature she’d seen, assu it was even in there The earliest volumes ritten in Gaelic, which--despite Graue--Gabby still couldn’t speak, and could scarcely

The Books of the Fae were a nightible scripts, with notes cra other notes craes

More than once Gabby had corandanize these daiven her a pointed look, and said, "Yes, soh Gabby would have done nearly anything her beloved grandmother had asked of her, she’d determinedly avoided that task

She’d buried herself instead inthan ancient toht to life an exotic world, which her continued existence and hope for a nornore

After hours of fruitless searching, Gabby had finally noticed another book, one she couldn’t recall having seen before, a slimmer voluotten pushed behind the other books and forgotten Curious, she’d reached for it, brushing thick dust from the cover

Highly intelligent, lethally seductive

Bound in soft black leather, the toht Her ancestors had taken the subject matter so seriously that they’d devoted a separate volume to it

Unlike the other volumes, which ritten in disjointed, sporadic journal fashion and dealt hatever fairy had recently been sighted, the sliical order, complemented by numerous sketches Also, unlike the other volumes that were simply labeled by Roman numerals, this one merited its own title: The Book of the Sin Siriche Du

Or, loosely translated from Gaelic--she was capable of that much--the book of the darkest/blackest elf/fairy

She’d found the creature she’d seen tonight: Adam Black

The earliest accounts of it were sketchy, descriptions of its various glas about its deviltry, cautions about its insatiable sexuality and penchant for mortal women ("so sates a lass, that she is oft incapable of speech, her wits ht, was that theher brains out?), but by the approach of the first millennium, the accounts became more detailed

In the one on a raly sole purpose of inciting fury and causing battles to break out all over Scotland

Thousands had died by the tis had been , as blood ran on countless battlefields For a tihan women who’d seen it; it had made no effort whatsoever to hide itself, and her ancestors had gathered the tales of those reat detail

By far the erous and unpredictable of his race

No other fairy had ever dared such blatant, cold-blooded interference with hu her She rubbed her eyes, startled to realize that the night had sped by and it was already es of the drapes that, late last night, she’d pulled tightly across the s She’d been up for well over twenty-four hours straight; it was no wonder her eyes felt so gritty and tired

His favored glahland blacksaze drifted back to the book in her lap, opened to a sketch of the dark fairy

Uncanny It was the very ie that had occurred to her when she’d first spotted it Was it possible, she wondered, that there really was such a thing as genetic eneration to the next, i way toward explaining why the one off inside her Why she’d thought instinctively of a blacksmith, as if in the deepest, darkest reaches of her soul she’d instantly recognized her prihan women before her