When I imagined my forties, I didn't anticipate quite so many severed heads.

I killed the Red Cap to save my family, not start a war.

It turns out when you kill a champion of Winter at Summer's behest, the icy Sidhe take it personally.

The Summer Court despise me for who I am, the Winter Court hate me for what I've done.

Unless I can turn the tables on the deadly Fae, my midlife crisis is going to cost me my head.