Timothy is done with the City and has escaped his past life to the countryside. But where there are no vampires, there are elves. While the Forest magic is foreign to him, so is he himself. Not a vampire, not a mortal man and maybe not welcome eithe...
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"I can turn into a raven and fly through that open window, everyone will stare and point. That includes you, by the way. And then nothing. Magic makes you drunk. The memory doesn't stay. Like when you have had too much on a Sunday evening and don't really know how you got home. Were you taken in a taxi with a handsome undead? You can't tell."
- Plume, the ghostly date
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