All it would take was my true name being mentioned after
dark, and it would float back to my aunt. She was the Queen
of Air and Darkness, and that meant that anything said in
the dark was hers to hear, eventually. The fact that
spotting the missing Elven American Princess had become
more popular than spotting Elvis helped. Her magic was
always chasing blind leads. Princess Meredith skiing in
Utah. Princess Meredith dancing in Paris. Princess Meredith
gambling in Vegas. After three years I was still a front-
page story for the tabloids, though the latest headlines
had been speculating that I was dead as the King of Rock
and Roll . . .
Three years ago, Princess Meredith fled the court of her
cruel Aunt Andais, the Queen of Air and Darkness, leaving
that garden of decadent delights and backstabbing intrigues
for the comparative calm of Los Angeles. Using her magic to
pass for human, Meredith began a new life as a private
investigator specializing in supernatural crime. But now
Doyle, the Queen's chief bodyguard and assassin, has been
dispatched to fetch her back--whether she likes it or not.
The product of a marriage designed to cement peace between
the rival Seelie and Unseelie courts, Meredith has always
been scorned by both factions in spite of her royal blood.
But that blood is behind the Unseelie Queen's surprisingly
For ever since the fey's exile from Europe to America,
their power and purity have been fading. Desperate to renew
her race, Queen Andais now pins her hopes on a contest
between Meredith and her own son, the sadistic Prince Cel.
The first to produce a child will win the throne.
The loser's reward will be death . . .