“Thea, approach us." Artemis turned her eyes to me, and I wobbled forward. "Thea, from these four thrones you feel our power. Let your magic speak and give yourself to your court." I looked longingly at Candace. I could feel the warmth, the sun and grass and ocean waves emanating from her. Georgina and Candace were definitely creatures of the sun. But I didn't feel anything like that myself. If anything, I was repulsed by it. Okay, not that one. On the next throne sat a blond man with flowing hair and a lazy, amused expression. He was blossoms and spring rains and songbirds. But still no pull. Two down, please let it be the next one. Next was Artemis. She whispered earthy scents, wet leaves, and howling winds. I could feel cool fall evenings radiating from her, but I didn't feel any pull to it.” SummerSpringSeasonsAutumnLeadersFaeries Book:Dirty Lying Faeries Source: Dirty Lying Faeries
“The voice was assured and calm and familiar. Breathing in the scent of autumn leaves and smoke, I was wrapped in the essence of the Lady of Autumn even before I turned around and found her standing nearby. Her words were so oddly phrased, but Devin had told me she was the oldest of the court leaders, so it made some sense. On her they seemed to fit. "Lady Artemis." I awkwardly bowed my head as I had seen others do for Devin. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her, a deep red peacoat falling nearly to her knees over a long white dress. She commanded every ounce of elegance she'd had on the solstice as she walked toward me in the parking lot.” AutumnFaerie Queen Book:Dirty Lying Faeries Source: Dirty Lying Faeries
“Her scent was potent. An overpowering mix of wet leaves, fallen branches, forest fungus. "No," I breathed. It wasn't only fallen leaves; it was the undertone of autumn. The ground, cold and near death. Rotting.” AutumnRottingVillainessFalse Leader Book:Dirty Lying Faeries Source: Dirty Lying Faeries