The end of the world sucks when you have a busted pair of glasses, a library full of books, and crappy magic that can’t spell its way out of paper bag.

Chain-smoking pixies, smart mouth dragons, and unicorns with homicidal tendencies don’t exactly make for a fun time either. But when a guy shows up at my revamped library turned makeshift refuge with a kid in tow, and The Great Hunt on his tail, what peace I’ve managed to find is out the window.

Why does everything have to be complicated?

"Fairy Fall"

by Dana Wright