I should not complain. This is the sort of job any faerie should be proud to have. But there are things about it that drive me up the wall. For example, Her Majesty did not like that I chose a yellowish skin tone when she told me I needed a more exotic skin colour in order …
“Take my portrait, Bran.” It was a simple enough suggestion. We were walking through what I can only describe as the New Awenia. We’d reached a lovely town square, graced by my beautiful Last Hope statue: for all my riches and advantage, it’s my most treasured posession, and it’s everywhere that I am. For me, it’s a symbol …