Agent of Enchantment (Dark Fae FBI, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

Hickory dickory dare. The queen spins thrice with the bear— Anticlockwise— The next one dies. The evil one simply waits there.

I loved this. Simple little poem but it drew me in.

“Lucky stars,” he said. “The queen and the bear. My mum used to call the big dipper ‘the big bear.’ She said that’s how it translates from Hebrew.” “Yeah. Ursa Major. Ursa is Latin for ‘bear.’” He was still staring at his beer, deep in thought. “The queen could be the constellation Cassiopeia, a queen from Greek myths. Ursa Major and Cassiopeia. The constellations appear to move, in circles. Ancient sailors navigated that way.” “It would fit the dramatic flair of the poem.” He met my gaze again. “But what does ‘the evil one’ reference?” “Well…” Considering evil tended to follow me like a shadow, the concept was something I’d spent a lot of time reading about. “In Arabic mythology, the North Star is an evil star. He is the ‘constant star,’ forever frozen in time as punishment for a murder.” He blinked at me. “How do you know that?” “You’re not the only one with a college education.” He pulled out his phone and swiped the screen. I scooted my chair to his side, looking over his shoulder. He was skimming Wikipedia articles, leaping from one to the next. “There.” His features brightened. “Cassiopeia and Ursa Major rotate around the north star, about one rotation anticlockwise every twenty-four hours.” “The queen spins thrice with the bear,” I said slowly, and our eyes met. “We have three days.” “Less. We got the note this morning. We already wasted half a day.”

Intelligent and thoughtful. My daughter is obsessed with the constellations so I highlighted thia tonahow her.

Okay, it was just an old woman with blue skin and a crooked ice tiara resting on her head like a demented Elsa. No reason to panic.

Hahaha. This made me laugh.

You know, if you’re banging three chicks on the regular, eventually one of them will find out.”

Ya think!?!?

“Because Adam had a wife before Eve,” Roan said. He was no longer looking at me, simply marching ahead. “His first wife was Lilith.” “Right. And she wasn’t into the missionary position.” I knew this story from the old myths. Lilith liked to be on top, and that meant she was evil and demonic, because of the patriarchy. “And Adam hated that, because he was insecure about his knob size.”

Oh boy.