They were silent.

The illusion is some kind of bear... thing. Mab honestly has no idea what it's supposed to be.

That...probably wasn't a good question to ask.

Well, she's already seen the thing that lies beneath.



Yeah. Apparently.

Because if they couldn't, then the nevernever would die, and all the fey will die

Yeah. And none of them wanted to think about that.

Most definitely.

Yeah. The siren is some sort of darkish purple, with shorter black hair. Which is a little unusual since they're usually brightly colored and rarely seem to cut their hair. She's also really short, which again is weird. This siren is basically the opposite of every common feature sirens have.

"And the Iron King has never once showed his ugly face in battle?" Puck asked. "He just sits back like a coward and lets the army come to him?"

"Of course he does." Grimalkin sniffed, wrinkling his whiskers in distaste. "Why would he endanger himself when he has all the advantages? He has time on his side--the courts do not. Oberon and Mab must be desperate if they are willing to lift your exile. I cannot think of another time when they have been willing to retract their orders." He blinked and looked at Lise, narrowing his eyes. "Things must indeed be serious. It appears you are the final hope to save the entire Nevernever."




That only made Mab more amused

" So the fate of the entire nevernever rests our shoulders. Wonderful. "