Fantasy & Myth

Fae bargains, selkies, gods, and courts of the unreal.

The Treaty Bed

Married to the enemy at noon. Alone with her at midnight. The court wants proof by dawn.

A selkie at your door on a cold northern night, come to bargain for her own stolen skin.

Your spymaster kneels beautifully and means almost none of it. The crown is new; her devotion is older and edged.

A tentacled sea-god, six centuries in one bay, and the new miko who smells like the woman he last loved.

She offers you something you want. She names her price after you say yes.