Meanwhile, Aly is very much - pardon the pun - a lone wolf. She works well in a group (her own pack, of sorts), but she works just as well on her own. Something that she's been ruminating on, actually, and part of why she wants to get the hell out of here. She has places to go, things to do, people to kill.

"That's how they get you," she says. "I am not eating faerie food. No matter how tasty it looks."

Will sea prunes convince you that this isn't faerie food, Aly? Because that can be arranged.