The fae know his desires, they know his weaknesses. Now Brice must return to the masquerade, the very place he vowed never to set foot in again. And when the masquerade vanishes like mist at dawn, it takes Charon with it. Every year on the solstice it appears, and every year the townsfolk frolic with the fae. Years later, now Lord of the crumbling LeChoix estate and buckled by debt, he has more important things to think about than fairytales. But it wasn't the fae who took his parents from him. Ever since he was a boy, Brice LeChoix's mother had warned him of the terrible fae. Should a guest lose their mask, their life is forfeit, cursed to dance forever for the entertainment of the masquerade's cold and cruel fae host. Fae and human dance and drink and make merry, so long as they remain masked. Every year the solstice heralds the return of the masquerade ball. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The winter solstice.
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