Mac reflected on the Unseelie King and his concubine:He’d loved her for all timeAfter he’d believed she was goneSunshine to his ice.Frost to her fever. I wished them forever.You, too, beautiful girl. The Unseelie King was gone.

-Karen Marie Moning

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