They said fairy godmothers would grant all our wishes.
They said Tinkerbell would die if we didn’t believe.
They said magic was just pretend.
Once upon a time, eldritch creatures stalked the world. They ranged across mountains and deserts and waterways—even the heavens—in a glory of guises. Some of the phaedrealii court were beautiful; some horrific. Some lived in harmony with humans; many…did not. Eventually, human passions—fear and envy and desire—drove the phae back. With salt and iron, humans forced the phae to retreat to hollow hills and storybooks.
Then the humans forgot.
But the phae never did.
As the iron age gave way, first to steel then to plastic, and salt was replaced with low-sodium salt substitutes, the phae changed. Now the old bindings have loosened, and the first phae have crept back into the world: the small and silly, the bold and powerful.
And the hungry.
Welcome to the world of the steel-born phae.