My name is Meredith Gentry, but of course it's not my real name. I dare not even whisper my true name after dark for fear that one hushed word will travel over the night winds to the soft ear of my aunt, the Queen of the Air and Darkness. She wants me dead. I don't even know why. I fled the high court of Faerie three years ago, and have been hiding ever since. I ran as far as the land would take me, stopped only be the shore of the Pacific Ocean and the fact that if I'd used my passport the Bureau of Human and Fey affairs would have been notified, and they would have told my relatives. And my relatives would have killed me. As Merry Gentry, I am a private investigator for the Grey Detective Agency: Supernatural Problems, Magicals Solutions. My magical skills, which are scorned at the courts of Faerie, are valued in the human world. Even by human standards, my magic isn't flashy. Fine by me: Flashy attrats too much attentions, and I can't afford that. Sightings og the Princess Meredith are now more popular than Elvis sightings. Rumor has it that I'm dead. Not quite. I am Princess Meredith NicEssus, and if you read that name after dark, you will call down a knock upon your door from a hand that can kill you with a touch. I have been so careful, but not careful enough. The shadows have found me, and they are going to take me back home, one way or another. The running is over. The fighting has just begun.

I am Princess Meredith, heir to a throne - if I can stay alive long enoughto claim it. My cousin, Prince Cel, is determined to see that I don't. As long as we both live, we are in a race for the crown: Whichever one of us reproduces first gets the throne. So now the men of my royal guard - frightening warriors skilled with blade, spell and gun - have become my lovers, auditioning with pleasure for the role of future king and father of my child. And they must still protect me from assasination attempts - for unlike most of the fey, I am part human, and very mortal. All this royal backstabbing makes it very difficult for me to pursue my living as a privite investigator in Los Angeles, especially since the media made sure the whole world knows the Faerie princess is alive and well in sunny California. Now, in the City of Angels, people are dying in mysterious, frightening ways. What the human police don't realize is that the killer is hunting the fey as well. Havoc lies on the horizon; the very existence of the place known as Faerie is at grave risk. so now, while I enjoy the greatest pleasures of my life with my guardians, I must fend off ancient evil that could destroy the very fabric of reality.