Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you but... honest, it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know its not cause at night there's voices so... please please can you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman, or...
Back in a moment.
Thank you Santa.
Back in a moment.
Thank you Santa.
Wednesday, April 12
Story Notes
My name is Zoe Fairchild, though everyone calls me Minx. I live in Tarrytown, on the border of the fairy lands and the human world. I'm the city's top female private investigator, which means most months I can make the rent, or eat, my choice.
My name is Zoe Fairchild, though everyone calls me Minx. I live in Tarrytown, on the border of the fairy lands and the human world. I'm the city's top female private investigator, which means most months I can make the rent, or eat, my choice.
My parents abandoned me here to look after myself when I was twelve. They had their reasons, and I've mostly stopped hating them for it. Before they walked out, each one left me with a gift.
My mother, the practical one, gave me an ebony-handled Colt 45 Special, saying only that a girl needed to know at least three ways to knock a man dead.
My other mother gave me the Nine Words of Unbinding.
That's where all the trouble began.
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