No Man Left Behind (The Worlds Behind, #5)

by W.R. Gingell

Athelas, like many other fae of his age, both distrusted and disliked aircraft.

He took a picture of the company names with his phone, very pleased with himself for remembering how to do so,

“I will point out that I am also possessed of shoulders, and it has been suggested to me that I do not savage the nerves by speaking.”

“I use stealth a lot,” she told him. “I just prefer to bite people.”

“You’re not recording us with your little bugs, are you?” “Never without permission!”

“I really cannot be held accountable for how my face appears to you,”

“I’m a national treasure!” “You’re a national myth,”

“Good heavens!” said Athelas. “I really do wonder who has been giving the children flame throwers!”

“I’m Australian; malicious compliance is in my nature,” she

I am, you will understand, both near and dear to her.”