"The faeries are becoming restless. And unless you want to end up broken on the Blood Meadow with flowers growing out of your empty eye sockets, you will do what they want you to. Even if you don't care for yourself, do it for the pretty boy waiting out there, I see the way you look at him." In which a girl hides in a garden made of glass and a boy bleeds pure molten gold. And GlassWater Island asks them to complete a task that might take their lives and sanity and everything they own. ~my ONC entry, inspired by PROMPT NO. 31~All Rights Reserved