The Fae have long kept to their floating isles in the sky. Their kingdom bled thin by the humans that have hunted them, but their enchantments remain strong. Their words speak nothing save the truth, and it is there where they are the most vulnerable. A faerie promise cannot be broken, and many refuse to create one. However, when the valley folk of Shadowell finds themselves at the privy of one, none care about how they came to get it. But magic has repercussions, and when misused, destructive things can transpire. Fauna Hallovale is cursed. And the only one who can help wants her dead. Deep in the Shadowbrick Mountains sits a house that few have ventured to; they seldom make the journey twice. Rarely do they come back at all.