POV: Riley

The Null Ship looked wrong. That was the only way to describe it. Not ugly or beautiful, just fundamentally incorrect. It existed and didn't exist simultaneously, made from what the Fae called crystallized possibility.

"It's not quite real," Queen Maeve explained, walking around the vessel. "That's what allows it to survive in not-real space. For seventy-two hours, at least. After that, reality reasserts itself and tears the ship apart."

"Seventy-two hours," I repeated. My mouth felt dry. "And if we're still in the Void when that happens?"

"Then you'll be trapped forever. Or erased. The Fae scholars debate which." Maeve's expression showed no sympathy. "Choose your companions wisely,...