The Fae Queen's Captive: Peculiar Tastes #6

Only the tattered booths and time-faded tents were there, lights already blinking and music already playing from somewhere unseen. Busts sit in niches, and mushrooms bloom in corners and give off a faint silver light too dim to rival the glow of the torches and candelabra but bright enough to cast strange shadows where the firelight can’t reach. And then all the realms that use fae magic to tether them together unravel too. History and magic and cruelty and wonder and depth.