"A creature of the Dreaming," he says. "A shard of faerie that's too fragile in a world of Autumn cold and deciduous dreams to survive without a human body and soul to protect it. If there are paths to Arcadia and the true Fae, common wisdom holds those trods are closed. We make due with what glamour humanity has left - help keep it alive, when we can."

He snorts. "A tad difficult with the vampires wanting two-legged sheep in their cities instead of creative, critically thinking adults, but we get by and by. And the Courts are not without allies."