When the Leanansidhe takes over a local amusement park, Alasdair and I are the first and last line of defence. If we can't root out this fae incursion all hell might actually freeze over. I might have prevented the Leanansidhe from killing my father. But her failure has only encouraged her to seek a softer target, me. Outnumbered and outgunned, I might have to ask for help from the one person my mother has always tried to shield me from; my father. Given that he is Oberon, the King of the Winter Court, dad just doesn't sound right.