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I survived the first semester and, despite Dean Belmont's agenda and the Celestial Council's misogynistic belief that women are the weaker sex and incapable of harnessing power, I showed them how wrong they are. The Plus One taunting has ended, and instead of disdain, the looks being thrown at me heading into the second semester are wary and confused.
Doesn't matter. After the explosion I caused during the end of the semester skills test, I'll probably be expelled.

Assumer mon rôle de représentante des druides au sein de la Guilde du Bord du Lac est à la fois un honneur et une malédiction. J'ai la possibilité d'apporter des changements importants dans un système défectueux, mais je suis également dans la ligne de mire de plusieurs ennemis puissants. J'ai fait face à des démons, à des sorciers et à des imposteurs, mais lorsque mes deux mondes entrent en collision et que la police s'en mêle, j'ai peur non seulement pour moi mais aussi pour les hommes de ma famille. Fiona continue à combattre dans le cinquième tome des Chroniques d'une druidesse urbaine.

When the veil between the Fae and Human Realms fell, Merlin peeked into the future to show us how harried things would get. Cue the centrifuge of life spinning us into a scramble of course correcting. The fae who wanted to be seen are being seen—and targeted. The dangerous sects better left in the shadows are angry—and about to revolt.

A wedding on an enchanted island of magic. A guest list of gods, immortals, shifters, dragons, and druids. And a sentient city waking after centuries . . . What could go wrong? When Fiona's magnet for mayhem weighs in on her special day, there's no escaping the fallout . . . or the island. With Dark invaders, realm refugees, a feral vampire, and the mystery of the Light Weavers' disappearance to solve, Fi and her friends are fighting on multiple fronts. Thank the goddess there's cake.

Meet Fionna mac Cumhaill, an urban druid coming into her powers and trying to master them. She has a family she didn't know about, a magical heritage laying its claim, and a mystery she apparently needs to solve.

I have family I didn't know about, a magical heritage laying its claim, and a mystery I apparently need to solve. But when a back-alley brawl leaves me marked with a bizarre Celtic crest on my back, I become a beacon for all things whacked and weird.

When the magical energy of New Orleans redlines, Team Trouble responds. Caught between three hostile factions of empowered citizens—witches, wolves, and vampires—we scramble to figure out who's leaving bodies littered around the French Quarter. Navigating the crypts, catacombs, and a cagey council doesn't go our way. Big Easy my ass. Secrets, vendettas, and undead armies make solving this one dangerous not only for us, but for the empowered sects that don't want our help. Whatevs. When the world gets mean, we tighten our ranks.

It is the Time of the Colliding Realms—the Keening—the Culling. Everything that happened over the past eighteen months has led to this moment. The good and the bad. The triumphs and the tragedies. Now my family by blood, by choice, and by circumstance face the battle to balance our world's alignment.

The world is about to tilt on its axis. Good versus Evil. Light versus Dark. There's a balance to the world's alignment and every thousand years the Earth Realm, the Fae Realm, and the Spirit Realm collide, igniting a period of rebalancing. And while the empowered sects battle for a stronger foothold and fight to find ways to strengthen their forces, the humans go on living blissfully unaware. Which is good. Blissful ignorance is exactly where we want them to be . . . Well, some of us, anyway. As the volatility rises, the aggressive races protest.

Since freeing our elemental powers, my siblings and I have been attacked, threatened, heckled, and told our entire life has been a massive magical cover-up. We are orphans of the decimated elemental kingdoms of the Fae Realm. The learning curve of our new lives has been butt-kickingly steep and all the things I thought I knew for sure . . . I didn't. Seelie warriors, amorous trolls, hellhounds, and a hunky fire guy with too many secrets. How's a girl to find her footing?

In the past two years, I leveled up as a kick-ass urban druid and became the leader of the Fianna Warriors my ancestor Fionn mac Cumhaill needed me to be. The thing is—four months ago everything changed. The veil between realms came down. With dormant genes waking, the dominant races jockeying for their place in the hierarchy, and the world around us pulsing out of control with power, my position as the Fae Liaison of Toronto has gotten off to a chaotic start.

When a back-alley brawl leaves me marked with a bizarre Celtic crest on my back, I become a beacon for all things whacked and weird. My dad is obviously freaked when he sees the tat, but he won't discuss it. So, I do what any stubborn redheaded lass would - I ignore all advice and fly to the Emerald Isle to get answers. And yeah...you know that saying about hindsight being 20/20? True story.

The focus of my life as an urban druid is to stand as a guardian of nature. The focus of my life as Fiona Cumhaill to stand as a guardian of my family. Seriously. Don't screw with my family. It's a no-brainer, drop everything, and take up the fight topic for me—If you need me, I will come. So, when darkness conspires to overtake the light and people I love are sucked into the wake of evil, the Toronto crew grabs the go-bags and answers the call.

Growing up with five older brothers taught me how to take a hit. Lucky for me because the hits I take as a druid make me yearn for the good old days of sucker punches, rope burn, and steamroller.

Cette meuf, faut pas l'emmerder. Ou bientôt vous le regretterez ! Ma vision de la vie n’est pas compliquée : chaque jour qui passe sans que personne n’essaye de me tuer ou de blesser quelqu’un que j’aime, je me considère chanceuse. Mais ces derniers temps, les bons jours sont rares... Depuis que j'ai totalement ignoré l'avertissement de mon père il y a trois mois et que j'ai pris l'avion pour l'Irlande pour embrasser notre héritage ultra-secret, je vois le monde d’une perspective différente, une perspective mythique et magique.

Wenn du dich mit diesem Mädchen anlegst, bekommst du einen Arschtritt. An manchen Tagen trete ich dem Leben in den Hintern. An anderen Tagen tritt es zurück. An guten Tagen stürzt mich das Fianna-Zeichen in brenzlige Situationen. Es ist ein Durcheinander, aber ich schaffe es, es mit der Hilfe meiner wunderbaren Familie und Freunden zusammenzuhalten: den mythischen, den magischen und den sterblichen.

Wenn du dich mit diesem Mädchen anlegst, bekommst du einen Arschtritt. Da ich mit fünf älteren Brüdern aufgewachsen bin, weiß ich, wie man Schläge einsteckt. Zum Glück, denn die Schläge, die ich als Druidin einstecken muss, lassen mich nach den guten alten Zeiten sehnen, als es noch Ohrfeigen, Kopfnüsse und Schwitzkasten gab. Es gibt kein Zurück und ehrlich gesagt würde ich es auch nicht tun, wenn ich könnte. In einer Stadt, in der Vampire, Magier und Kobolde mich hassen, muss ich mich behaupten und für das Gute kämpfen. Es gibt einen Grund, warum ich auserwählt wurde, das Zeichen der Fianna zu tragen.

Seit ich als Thronfolgerin gehandelt werde, wurde ich niedergestochen, entführt, auf die schwarze Liste gesetzt, gefoltert, ins Visier genommen und beschuldigt, die Ursache für so ziemlich jedes magische Unglück zu sein, das in den Straßen Torontos passiert ist. Für manche bin ich ein Ärgernis, für andere eine Kuriosität und wieder andere ein Problem, das beseitigt werden muss. Was soll's, wer hasst, muss hassen. Aber wenn eine dunkle und gefährliche Pilzwolke über meiner Familie und meinen Freunden aufzieht, bleibt mir nichts anderes übrig, als dem Ruf zu folgen und zu kämpfen.