Summary from Goodreads:
Lost in a world full of monstrous fairies, a troubled sixteen year old has to find out who she is and why her memories were stolen before she is found by those who want her dead.
She takes the name "Memory" and knows she has just one goal - to find her way home, wherever that is. But this land is strange. No technology to be seen, and iron is banned, thanks to a pact the humans have with the magical creatures who share their pre-industrial era world. In her t-shirt and torn jeans, Memory knows she's different, even before she performs impossible magic.
Haunted by her past, chased by a dragon, wanted by the king and stalked by the strange, handsome savage that seems to know her, everyone is after Memory, and she suspects it's not just for her eye-catching outfit. Her forgotten past holds dangerous secrets that will challenge everything she believes and risk the lives of everyone she loves.
She takes the name "Memory" and knows she has just one goal - to find her way home, wherever that is. But this land is strange. No technology to be seen, and iron is banned, thanks to a pact the humans have with the magical creatures who share their pre-industrial era world. In her t-shirt and torn jeans, Memory knows she's different, even before she performs impossible magic.
Haunted by her past, chased by a dragon, wanted by the king and stalked by the strange, handsome savage that seems to know her, everyone is after Memory, and she suspects it's not just for her eye-catching outfit. Her forgotten past holds dangerous secrets that will challenge everything she believes and risk the lives of everyone she loves.
Out through the archway, the path led Memory into an emerald green paradise. Tall, well-trimmed hedges looped around the grounds, separating small and large areas full of flowers, statues and fruit trees. Running water sounded from everywhere. She could see, some way down the path, a large marquee posted amongst climbing roses and pine trees where people milled about. Looking back at the castle itself, Memory blew out a low whistle. The place had goddamned towers. The sun still shone, but dipped low. It had taken them some time to get ready, but she really must have slept most of the day for it to be this late. She had breakfast, lunch and dinner to make up for.
Part way down the path she froze, sure she had heard Eloryn’s voice. Looking around, she couldn’t see anyone down the long path to the grand tent. To both her sides, hedges stood tall and thick. But then there was Roen’s voice too. She walked soft-footed, trying to trace them.
Soon she stood with her ear up against a hedge. They were on the other side of it, talking in hushed voices. What were they doing out here? They were supposed to be at their exclusive meeting. Had they lied to her? Betrayal burned in Memory, and she stilled herself to listen in.
“...your concern. It was right of you to mention this in private,” Roen was saying.
“You see it too, the resemblance between us? I don’t want to think it, but it explains too much.” Eloryn sounded scared.
“I know she is strange in ways, but she hardly seems malevolent.”
Memory sucked in her breath. They’re talking about me.
“I’ve told you how she appeared, caught within the Veil door. What if she did not come from Avall?”
“There is no human land beyond the Veil anymore. There is only Avall, and the land of the fae. You don’t think she is some type of fae?”
Feet shuffled. “A fairy changeling? I wondered so when we first met, but I shared bread with her and fae won’t abide bread.”
“But you still don’t believe her to be human?”
“How she appeared, through the Veil as she did, how she looks so like me, how she has no memory or life of her own... Alward’s research told of the hell beyond the Veil. He believed demons from there could find their way through. Doppelgangers that could cling to a traveler through a broken Veil door, taking their appearance so they can appear human...” Eloryn’s voice faded out, distressed.
Ice shivered under the surface of Memory’s skin.
They thought she was a demon.
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