Kyn Series by Mina Carter

Author:Mina Carter [Carter, Mina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Blue Hedgehog Press

Chapter Two

Feral blinked, not quite believing his ears.

“Ok, you want to run that one by me again? A god? As in smiting and powers…the whole shebang?” He looked down at the baby in his arms in surprise, trying to see something of the divine. All he saw was cute. A whole lot of cute.

She nodded. “The whole lot. The legend of the Winter King…” She looked at him as though the name should mean something. It didn’t.

“Sorry doll, not up on Fae legends. It’s not compulsory reading for us Kyn. We’ve got enough of our own.” He apologised with a shrug, wondering why he was getting pulled into this. The baby was a Pixie. He’d found a Pixie to look after it, so he should be hightailing it out of here.

He really didn’t like Pixies, like really didn’t like Pixies. Last year, they’d kidnapped the woman he had been in love with, or thought so at any rate, and beat the living snot out of him. It didn’t incline him to think favourably of them.

But female Pixies, Feral was discovering, were something else entirely. Tessa really was rather enchanting; he’d watched as she’d gathered things up—her movements had been quick and graceful.

“The Winter King legend is an old one. You’ve heard of the Morrigan right?” She didn’t wait for his answering nod before she continued. Everyone knew the legend of the Morrigan.

Originally a Triple Goddess dedicated to war, the Morrigan had diminished into one form, currently that of Nemain, and became a fixture of the Unseelie Court, mostly riding with the Host. No one was really sure how much of her divine power she’d retained.

What was known was the woman was batty, even by Fae standards. Madness ran in the line, and touched each new Morrigan as she came into her power. Not that anyone would dare to say it to her face. There was still something about a former goddess, especially a Corpse Goddess, which sent chills down a person’s spine.

“Well, there’s this old legend about the line. They’re all female. No male children born in the line whatsoever, never has been. But they say, when there is a male Morrigan born, he’ll be the Winter King.”

“O…kay, this is a bad thing, right?” Feral asked carefully and grimaced as the little guy they were discussing decided to slobber all over his shoulder.

She shrugged. “It could really upset the balance of power in the Fae courts for starters. The rest, I’m not so sure about. The legends are vague. Apparently the Morrigan knows more about it…there’s a book, an old one, on it. But she’s never let anyone read it, doesn’t like to talk about it.”

“Okay, so, ‘not end of the world’ type stuff…but imbalance is probably bad, right? And if he’s Fae, not a Pixie, what’s with the fluorescent ‘do?”

“Well Pixies are actually Fae,” her lips quirked, eyes dancing in amusement, “we just don’t like to admit it out loud. And imbalance would be bad, yes. You can pop him down on the floor to roll around.

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