“In England, all we had were druids. And fairies, of course.” Angus didn’t quite wince when she said fairies aloud, but he stilled just a little, as if hearing someone cock a gun in the distance. “We’ve got those here too,” I said. “Err … not the druids.” I found myself reluctant to speak the word either. “In Gallacia, we call them the other families. They’re supposed to lead people astray in the woods and … whatnot.”
