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"All the sylvan secrets of this world are etched between my rings. The skinfolk's metal aberrations can rot between my roots."
—Colfenor, the Last Yew

When a changeling adopts a form no other changeling has taken, a rune appears in the caverns of Velis Vel to mark the event.

For disfigured elves, there are few choices beyond death or nettlevine.

Protected by glamers and guile, Glen Elendra harbors the elusive Oona, queen of the fae.

"May you shade three generations of seedlings."

Some say the valley of Glen Elendra is mythical, and that rumors of its existence are nothing but a faerie prank. Others say it is the fae's most fiercely guarded secret.

One good mimic deserves another.

Changelings can alter shape based on what the beings around them desire most.

The Silvergill school monitors traffic on the Lanes, ensuring that the riffraff don't interfere with travelers.

Though they lack true flesh and bone of their own, changelings imitate either with equal ease.

"Be silent and listen to your inner fire. Only then can you walk the Path of Flame."

When provoked, a flamekin's inner fire burns far hotter than any giant's forge.

One glamer leads him far from home. The next washes away his memory that home was ever anywhere but at her side.

Auntie Flint was the first to pioneer the spiderwig, a mass of arachnids intended to be worn rather than eaten.