Toby grew up as he had before, a happy human child, a child who didn't watch the glimmer of things no one else could see or dance to the song of the moon - for that had been the bargain; my brother back had demanded a girl given the power of a queen, and so he had been given, for the fae are bound by words.

. . .but the power of a queen is not so easily shed, and Sarah sees the glimmers that Toby does not, and the song of the stars promises an endless dance awaiting her if she only steps through the shadows in the mirror.

Those who meet Sarah's eyes never hold them for long, shuddering and feeling something icy awakening instincts long-forgotten at the unfathomable depths there; my power as great the one with the power of a queen had commanded, and an equal's power cannot be taken back so easily, for the fae are bound by words.