In the 17th Century, the ancient sprawl of Epping forest is bursting with magic and those who go unseen by human eyes: the elves who rule the summer court, and the goblins who rule the winter court. It is said that if a human catches the eye of one of the fey, they are either doomed or blessed. Contains the stories: Wulfren and the Warlock: When Wulfren wakes from a strange dream of a human captor with long silver hair, and grey eyes, his brothers tell him they rescued him from a warlock, and take Wulfren back home to the goblin king's palace. But Wulfren isn’t so sure the matter is that simple. Why was he missing so long? What are the strange dreams of the beautiful man with the silver hair? Dalliances with humans are severely frowned upon, especially by Wulfren’s father, but Wulfren is willing to risk the scorn of his family to find the human who haunts his dreams. Quiller and the Runaway Prince: After a hard winter, Quiller is sent deep into the forest on a family errand, and is surprised when a human stumbles into his path. Quiller swoops in to pester him, perhaps even eat him, but there is something special about the human: his scent is royal, though he protests that he is not, and soon Quiller finds himself agreeing to help the human with his troubles—in exchange for a kiss.

Goblins

Ash’s low laughter caressed my ears. “You can’t move, Wulf. You’re sitting on a chair twined with silver birch, upon a sigil of propriety. And now that you’ve tasted the tea with silver leaf, I will bind you, Wulfren, inside and out.”


Horrified, I turned wide eyes up at him. The warlock smiled as he leaned across the table and whispered, “You are mine.” 2


I woke with a start. My elbow accidentally jabbed Quiller in the ribs and he squawked. Still panicked from the dream, I flailed about, crawling over my brothers. Selby kicked me off the leaf. “Stop wriggling!”


“Where’s the warlock?” I demanded.


“Relax.” Quiller yawned. “He won’t find us.”


Quiller propped himself up on his elbow. “Why do you think he would?”


“He…he…” I struggled to get the words past my lips.


Chapter 6