Fairytales are not real. Repeat after me. Fairytales. Are. Not. Real.
Yet somehow, they are.
Rowan has always felt… different. Other. Struggling to fit in, she is plagued with self-doubt. With insecurity. Haunted by dreams of a place she has never been, and a gnawing ache that won’t give in, Rowan sets off for the Scottish Highlands, to the place where it all began. But what she discovers is a startling truth. A lie so fantastical, it can’t possibly be real. A fairytale.
When Rowan is unexpectedly transported to the Fae Realm of Caledonia, a land where magick is a gift and dreams are true, she meets the enigmatic Caelan. Suddenly, everything feels… right.
The land. The home. The man.
But not all is as it seems and Rowan soon finds herself ensnared in the malevolent schemes of the Dark Fae, who are determined to thwart an ancient prophecy. At any cost.
Is Rowan the only one who can stop them?
And will doing so mean she has to sacrifice the one thing she may not be willing to give up.
What a pretty bird, trapped within a cage.
Sing, pretty bird. Sing. Sing. Sing.
