The glittering bodies and pulsating rhythm of a dance floor just before closing time.
A political prisoner sustained by visions of poetry and power.
A dream glimpsed on the verge of waking that slips through your fingers leaving only a strange sense of heartache behind.
The world changes. The paths to Fae remain.
The Ravenkin and the Vargr, the Tooth Fairies and the Dandy Dogs, the Queen of Morning and the Queen of Night, the Goblin Cave and the Ruby Throne… We are mortal. They are endless. We have meaning. They have magic. Each of us yearns.
We meet at the limits. We create our transformation. We join the Wild Hunt."