If you have ever wanted to rifle through a fairy godmother’s desk, read the private correspondence, and inspect the files someone really ought to have burned, Letters from the Clouds may be exactly your sort of trouble. Through letters, reports, confessions, desperate postscripts, and other inadvisably preserved documents in this epistolary serial, it unfolds into a gloriously improper tangle of faerie meddling, fairy-tale absurdity, romantic catastrophe, and people becoming stranger, braver, and far more themselves than the world intended.

Glass slippers on a dance floor. Midnight deadlines with no exit strategy. Kingdoms asleep for a century because nobody planned for thorns. Dame Perenelle’s Academy for Benevolent Intervention exists because fairy godmothers used to be terrifyingly bad at this.

The incoming class of 1817 is about to make fairy godmother school everyone’s problem.

The Fae known as Moth spent four centuries as decorative furniture at the Queen of the Summer Court’s feet. Then came the drinking with Puck, the bet, and waking up enrolled at fairy godmother school under a name he invented while drunk.

Alyce forged her application to escape a perfectly respectable future with the baker’s boy, qualifying by way of a long-hidden fae ancestor and concealing the far more dangerous fact that she learned her magic at a hedgewitch’s elbow.

Princess Elornai of the Shadow Court was exiled for the unforgivable fae crime of sincerity—and now finds herself among people who are hiding everything she cannot.

Together, they are about to become the best of friends, the worst of influences on each other, and the most dangerous alliance fairy godmother school has ever produced.

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A note on spelling: These letters were written in England in 1817. The characters spell things the way they spell things. The extra u in "colour" is not an error. It is a deliberate aesthetic choice by an entire nation, and we respect it.