Book Eight: Chapter 111

The Fae princess nodded. “If we can find a patch of trees that yet live, they will obey the laws of the Fae and our passage will be granted.”

“Okay, timeout.” Mike put his hands together in a T. “If option number one is hoping we get lucky, it’s time to switch to option two.”

“Option two?” Nyx cocked her head to one side.

“Beggin’ yer pardon, friend, but I don’ think we can be spendin’ all night here on this beach while ye fuck all the trees.” Sulyvahn laughed. “To each his own, but if time is yer concern--”

“It is,” said Mike. “Nyx, as a guardian of the island, do you care what happens to this cursed foliage?”

Nyx shook her head. “It is a blight upon the land,” she declared. “I would see it scourged.”

“Then it’s officially option number two.” Mike undid the rope on Cerberus’ wrist. “Cerberus, can you burn them so hot that the fire doesn’t spread?”

All three heads nodded, and the hellhound transformed. Cerberus crouched down and allowed ever