Descrip­tions

"Ce soir, j'ai peut-être vaincu l'un des pires Unseelies de tous les temps, mais le silence et la désolation qui règnent dans ce qui était autrefois le coeur de Temple Bar me donnent le cafard.

Je veux retrouver mon Dublin.

Je veux que cette foutue glace disparaisse.

Alors que je viens de faire halte, maussade, l'extrémité d'un objet dur et pointu se pose soudain dans mon dos.

- Lâche ton épée, Dani, dit Mac derrière moi."

4ème de couverture

Sidhe-seer MacKayla Lane may have finally managed to locate and bury the Sinsar Dubh, an ancient book of deadly black magic, but its hold on her has never been stronger. As it threatens to destroy the worlds of man and fae alike. Meanwhile, a whole new breed of evil is being unleashed in Dublin, and the city is fast becoming a war zone. The only thing keeping Mac grounded is the unshakable, undestroyable Jericho Barrons, until a secret about their relationship forces her to question who she can trust if not the man she loves.

I frown when another thought occurs to me. Did she set me up for quid pro quo down to the dirty details?

Dark alley nearby--check.

Me--check.

Hungry Unseelie--check.

I get a mental snapshot of me dying just like Alina. It's practically glowing on Mac's pupils.

I want to tell her revenge is a devil you don't want to worship. In destroying your enemy you become it.