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Paulo MacGregor is a liar. As Marquess of Delphine and the only oracular mage in the kingdom, it's his job to report any threat that may grow within Olympia's borders. But he didn't. He knows about The Cartographer. He knows about the rebels and what they're planning. He knows it all, and he does nothing. If he did, Laurel Flumen would have never come to assassinate Prince Dion. And if she had never come, he'd never have had the chance to change her fate.

“Adventure,” L. Ron Hubbard said, “I well know, is in the heart, not in the view.” In his stories, which were uniquely drawn from true-to-life experiences, including then-rare voyages to Asia and the South Pacific, he adventured grandly, carrying readers into the cold, storm-swept sea, or the heat of a vast desert or the wild currents of the air. A member of the famed Explorers Club, Mr. Hubbard delivered in these stories a sharp jolt of reality with a healthy dose of pulse-pounding bold adventure.

Guilt dogs Prince Aiden's every footstep. He can still hear Penelope's screams in his dreams and see the flames devour Barclay Manor until it is nothing but ashes. But with a murderer on the loose in the capital, he can't risk allowing his feelings to cloud his judgment, even if it means keeping Penelope Barclay far away from him. With Penelope now trapped in the capital, Aiden has to do whatever he can to make the city safe—even if that means running away from the mage girl with cinnamon hair and emerald eyes shadowing his every move.

Prince Aiden is gone. Taken. Kidnapped by the fae and portalled to only the Goddess knows where. And Penny Barclay is determined to find him. With a pack on her back and Aiden's trusty dog at her side, Penny rushes headfirst into Faerie—the world she'd always dreamed of but never thought she'd see. At first, the magical kingdom is mystical and fantastic, but as Penny journeys deeper into the seasonal Courts, she discovers that some magic is not to be trifled with and that her childhood fantasies were just that, fantasies.