Dussel and Ariel

Chapter Three

As the sun sank below the tree line and the dusk deepened, I turned from a broken asphalt road onto a small rutted dirt lane that meandered through the trees and finally stopped at a small mansion.

It was grand in my eyes, but to the Fae it was little more than a woodsman cottage with only five bedrooms and a small entryway. No one would mistake it for a human habitation because it glowed with light.