Allison doesn't trust her father, so why would she believe his fairy tale about a long forgotten Irish people, the Tuatha de Danaan? But truths have a way of revealing themselves. Secrets will eventually surface. And Allison must learn to set aside her plan and work with her father if there is even a small chance it could restore her mother's sanity.
The last thing I see before I close my eyes are his silver wings coming toward me. He lifts me up and takes me in his arms. While demons hurl fireballs at us from every direction, I study his face. I realize he doesn’t want me to live; he needs me to.
"I don’t like to dissipate my creativity. I think it’s easy to get pulled into something else when you’re undergoing the creative struggle that is normal to the process. It’s important to fight against that."