The queen of fairies took meTo yon green hill to dwell . . .No one believes in fairies any more. No one goes up to the common. Except Franz. Something is there, watching him. Something cold and wild.And pleasant is the fairy landBut an eerie tale to tell.Edrin is no longer safe. Her tribe is plotting against her, with hatred in their eyes.Why is she so drawn to the human boy? Can he save her from the cold - and from the tribe?