Puck: 1-9, S. G. Ricketts [classic books to read txt] 📗

Ordinary. That's what I was: ordinary.

You can ask anyone. I live in a tiny town on the edge of Nowhere. I own a coffee shop. I live by myself. I watch murder mysteries and I enjoy nice glass of white wine with a good book. Ordinary.

Until I met him. My life was normal, and now... Now, I don't know what it is, but it certainly isn't ordinary any more. You know, I thought magic was only for the movies and the stories we grew up with. Stories for children, told to teach lessons or explain the unexplainable. No. They're told because they're true. Still, you'd think someone would have mentioned fairy wings before now...