“Real monsters don’t live inside books. They live inside us, patiently waiting for the moment we decide to let them out.” - Ro McBay The Book of Fae is not a fairytale, but a survival manual written for humans. Written for those who have the ability to see through faery glamour, for humans who can see fae-kind. Humans like Ro McBay. At eighteen, all Ro wants is to forget. To forget Faery. To forget Cian, the fae warrior who died screaming her name. To forget she saved both faery and humankind from an army of vengeful immortals. To forget she breathed life into the Queen of Faery. To forget her father is a fae prince. To forget his blood runs through her veins. And forgetting means returning to the mortal realm, to her nagging mom, to her crazy, best friend, to her boring, human life. Unfortunately, forgetting comes with a price - a promise to Eriu, the Queen of Faery, the promise Ro will return to the immortal realm by the Winter Solstice. It’s a lie, of course. For if Ro has learned anything from the fae, it’s how to skirt the truth. And the truth is, Ro has no intention of ever returning to the ruthless kingdom. But lying to the Queen of Faery is dangerous business. No one deceives Eriu and survives, especially a half-blood. And if Ro McBay believes she can lie to the most powerful immortal in the realm, the girl will learn the importance of truth. Truth is the half-blood can’t hide from Eriu, not when the fae queen has plans for humankind, plans which require Ro McBay’s blood. Plans which will teach Ro a cruel truth. Real monsters aren’t born, they are made.