My debut novel Lunav is a lesbian fairy tale set in a land of faeries, genderqueer rabbits, dragons that grow on trees, and an oppressive human government. When Sadie -- a brash, fly-before-thinking, boyish, half-faerie spy against the humans -- falls for a human girl, she needs to choose between family and romance, instinct and ethics, love and rebellion.
But don't take it from me: let Sadie tell you about herself and Lunav, the world she lives in:
They don’t have dragons where I was born – not living ones, anyway – but here, everyone knows that dragon eggs grow on trees like leaves and need Dreams to hatch.
Without our Dreams, faerie Dreams, the dragons won’t survive. And neither will the rest of us.
They’ve been sending soldiers to slice into our skulls to stop us from Dreaming. To cure the blood plague, they say. Believe them or not, it adds up to one thing: my dragon may be the last one ever hatched.
I can keep that from happening; but no one trusts me.
Since I’m half-human and look it, I haven’t exactly bonded too easily with most of the faeries and centaurs in the Grove: I can pass far too well as the enemy.
But I’ve been using my looks to help me spy on the human monarchy. At 16, I’m the youngest one we’ve got.
Spying is a risky business: it, like Dreaming, is punishable by death. Slow death.
Still, I thought I was a pro. I can even pass as a boy when I want to. But then, they sent a new human magistrate to the Grove. Evelyn.
She might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but I can’t figure out if I should trust her, or even if I should like her; she’s locked up my family and had my best friend shot. Then again, she’s also saved me and my dragon from her own army. And that means trouble. For the both of us.
But that’s not even the biggest problem: Evelyn’s here to lead the charge against Dreaming, and there’s something she doesn’t know.
I can still Dream.