The instructions were to show up at an alley behind a certain Mexican restaurant in the heart of downtown and to knock three times on the door with an anchor drawn in white chalk on it (without smudging the chalk). The door opened not to one of Medea's winter cottages, her temporary homes, but to her personal Hollow. It was dark, the halls lit by oil lanterns hanging on the walls, but the whole...place...smelled wonderful.
And the hallways rocked. Medea's personal Hollow was a large ship docked in a port in the Hedge bordering the city--the Red Queen. The door had opened under-deck, not far from the galley where Medea was finishing the last touches on her meal.
She looked a little like a fifties housewife, an apron on over her lapis blue cocktail dress, hair curled and pinned. Her fae mien was fully visible, eyes glowing red and the bloodstains on her arms dark and rusty. She was pouring extra sauce over a warm dish of Italian meatballs straight out of the oven, when he walked in.