Fay Knights: Maximus Grey
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  • Reads 293
  • Votes 11
  • Parts 15
  • Time 4h 31m
Ongoing, First published Jan 15, 2016
During a cold evening, mimicking the calm before a great storm, a stranger is on the hunt. This cowardly hunter preys upon the ill and the dying and takes no interest in money nor the vulnerability of its quarry. Striking the poor, rich, merchant, or beggar as they near the grave. Like a great black bird, it seeks the brightest of stones to steal, not that a bird ever requires the stone, only that it is in its power to take it. As a wolf, it rears its fangs to devour and consume the weak or the strong.
    
        In the shape she was in, the apothecary claimed Havela Grey would be dead by morning. And there is where we begin. The mother of two young men, and the wife of a loving husband was lying fatefully ill upon her death bed.
  
  It starts with a the most convenient of agreements between Havela and such a hunter. Too good to be true, there lies an act of unspeakable treachery within the promise  paved with good intentions. Havela agrees and her Fay hunter keeps to the bargain. While those of Elvish decent cannot lie, they have learned how to tell half truths and plan the most deceitful of misdeeds. 

What truly awaits her son Maxen is a fate of legend and great peril as he finds himself within the most tense and dangerous borders of human and Fay interactions. 
  -"I hope that the unpredictable plot, depth of character, and addictive story telling make this a read for the generation." 
        -MBLmordred, Usurper of Arthur
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