Isabel Poole is a wonderful storyteller. So wonderful, in fact, that her audiences tend to believe that the fairytales she tells are true. They aren’t, of course, because magic isn’t real.
That’s what Isabel tells herself, until the day she’s proven wrong.
On what should have been an entirely normal, entirely dull day, a strange melody fills the air and captures Isabel’s attention. Leaving her home behind, she follows the song into the forest and finds its source: fae twins, intent on spiriting her away. They need her—or rather, the spark of magic inside of her—to help them end a war that is tearing their world apart.
A wise person would refuse. A wise person would run home and forget about the fae and their war and their magic. A wise person never would have followed the music into the forest to begin with.
Isabel never claimed to be wise.