“I knew about the Fae, Saeris. My grandmother told me.” “Oh, come on. Be serious. Being told stories when you’re a child is one thing. But none of us ever believed those stories.” “I did,” Carrion said matter-of-factly. He dove back into his book. “You’ve met my grandmother. Does she strike you as the sort of woman who’d spread tales of fantasy and make-believe in her free time?”
