The Unicorn Geomar

The unicorn Geomar! Lord Sire of the Seven Meadows, Order of Asterium, Defender of the—actually, he's not quite sure anymore. An ancient stallion of the Elder race, Geomar's horn is almost crystal to the base and primed to fall. But despite dangerously unstable magic, this senile steed is not ready to drop his corporeal form just yet.

For he lost a damsel long ago . . . .

The Glass Dryad

A tree witch, the Glass Dryad's true name has been lost to time. She is notorious throughout the Faerie Vale as a dark sage who helps both villain and hero for the right price. But she rarely barters in coin, instead demanding anything from trash or shiny trinket to whatever you treasure most. She stores her trade goods in glass witch balls suspended from the branches of her head. A "shady lady," her power is so great that not even the Faerie Queen Calypso dares challenge her dealings.

The song in the book trailer belongs to the Glass Dryad. These are her lyrics:

“Who will buy my baubles fair

Made of glass and stillborn air?

What will you trade to cheat death? 

I can sell you life’s lost breath.

Why tremble at trinkets I bid you pay?

Worse pain lies in throwing heart away.

Don’t let your true wish fade and fall

Pay my price to heed dream’s call.

Beware; be you bold, lovely or clever—

Happy endings I promise, never.”

Calico

Species: Variable

Height: Also Variable

Magic: Unreliable

Charm: Undeniable

A feline shape shifter descended from the famous Puss n' Boots, Calico has always known what was expected of him in life. All members of the House of Feles are given one magical article of clothing on their 15th birthday and sent out into the Mortal Vale to help worthy humans to their happily ever afters.

While the magic turban he inherits is spun with gold threads and set with a magnificent jasper stone, its once marvelous powers have frayed with age. Calico sets out on his family's time-honored quest but soon learns that the Mortal Vale is no place for iffy magic . . . .

Evening Primrose Goodwing

Prim is the only fairy with a living birthstar. Tradition demands that a star fall and die the hour a fairy is born, but hers refused to burn away. She keeps her shame secret in a glass locket, but nothing can hide her failure as a Goodwing. The illustrious Goodwing line of godmothers has turned guttersnipes into sultans and milkmaids into princesses for generations.

Yet Prim has never been able to conjure a true glamour—only weakling "ephemera," magic that evaporates at midnight. But she isn't ready to surrender her dream of becoming a fairy godmother just yet! Not even if the penalty for impersonating a fairy godmother is having her magic stripped and spending 100 years in a pond as a guppy.

Not even if her dream means losing her wings—

And taking on a human form . . . .