Sanna Hines
Shining Ones: Legacy of the Sidhe
Meet the Heroes
Lia—15, student
“I need to learn more about this Danann stuff.”
Cory—16, Danann Silvertongue, student
“By Danann law, I’m a man. Toss me one of those mace gizmos.”
Tessa—24, Danann Shapeshifter, police officer
“Tessa’s always been devout. She’d be torn up to leave the People.”
Craig—24, Danann Farseer, scientist
“I’m a genius, if you must know.”
Kevin—29, musician
His hair had blown loose in the wind. She watched him pull the useless band free, unleashing a mane glorious as a warrior-king’s.
Sam—33, archaeologist
Perfect faces were rare as smooth ice on a pond. There were always differences between left and right sides. Even the Hollywood glitterati had them, so why didn’t this man?
Maggie—36, innkeeper
Maggie was one of those open, disarming, authentically sexy women who could be big trouble.
Ben—38, Danann Invisible, innkeeper and Danann Defender
Big, red-haired, blunt-featured Ben held the family together.
Conn & Donn—17, twins, Formorian Timetellers
“We’re a team. No one’s gonna break us up.”
Deirdre—25, Formorian, Charm talent
…a diminutive brunette in a business suit, an elfin woman with a fine-boned face and thick-lashed eyes
“Most days, you’d be sayin’ I’m your enemy. Just now, I’m here to save your arse.”
Scota—30, Formorian Hurler and leanan
Vengeance burned in her like a red-hot ball lodged in her throat. She could neither disgorge nor swallow it.
Cethlinn—55, Formorian, Command talent
Her best features were unusual blue-gray eyes, but she also possessed wavy, black hair, a hawk-like nose and a mouth too wide to be refined. Despite these flaws, when Cethlinn entered a room, no one else mattered.
Baylor—60, Formorian leader, Burning Eye talent
“A word of advice.” Baylor’s left eye turned bright red, and the cigar tip glowed. Blinking, his eye returned to normal. He exhaled a curling cloud. “Never estimate a person you don’t know.”
Cliodhna of the Fair Hair—2600+, Danann leanan and future Queen of the Seas
Her hair was white-blonde; her eyes, blue-green. Nose, lips, skin—perfection. Fresh from renewing in her Otherworld, she was sure she hadn’t aged a day past twenty-six.
Bres—3000+, Formorian telepath, deposed king of the Tuatha dé Danann
He still looked like a man in his thirties, still deserved his epithet, ‘Bres the Beautiful’, but fine lines creased the skin beside his eyes. He’d been out in this place too long.