Shadow Magic

It was said that when her people danced, powerful things happened. Thus, when the golden stranger appeared before her demanding that which he believed she had stolen, Dierdre was not afraid. She'd spend many nights freaming of this man on his white charger, this errant faier prince. He was everything she was not - light where she was dark. He burned like the fiery sun she was forbidden to see, that she longed to feel onher skin. And she wanted him in the same way.