At the bottom of a green glass of absinthe, the fairy observes you, waits for you, seduces you, her teeth ready to flay your tongue when the dangerous yet delicious substance approaches your delicious substance will approach your mouth, an aniseed kiss.
From the tip of her lips, she will tell you her stories, 13 of them, and with her words words will weave a web, sometimes chilling, sometimes burning, taking you with her to lands of lands of dreams and nightmares where a sweet and brutal madness reigns. Will you drink from the ink of this collection?