The One Who Comes with the Snow

…I was running, sliding across moonlight farther and farther from home. The farther from the center of the universe, the less clear the worlds became—and those who inhabited them. Less magic and power, more iron. The farther from the center of the universe, the less people knew about the fae and the riders of winter. The more they forgot the truth. And still, I loved every new world. And I searched—in each of them—for an answer. Only one… the most important answer! And Teren was searching for me.