CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Cyrus, there’s no need to close your eyes.”
Cyrus uncoiled from a fetal position at the sound of a woman’s voice. He was floating in a swirl of orange and yellow. The world was soup around him.
“Do not be afraid,” the woman said. Her voice was soft.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“Where you are matters less than where you’re going,” she said. “Or is it that you’re going nowhere?”
The voice seemed to spin around him, fooling his ears on an exact location.
“You are in the land of the fae,” she said after a brief pause.
“Fae?”
“Faeries, my dear. Haven’t you heard of them?”
“Like Tinkerbell?”
“We do not speak of that b***h here,” the woman said. “Besides, she doesn’t exist. I speak of beings who are the manifestation of nature. We inhabit the rivers, rocks, and trees. We
