"She killed a Queen," Ignatius says dully. "The Queens, the Maidens... they're like sisters. Even if they fight... they're linked."

"The Summer Queen was afraid." From the book, an image starts to form. "That someone would come after her as well, that her daughter would never return. Both of these things she blamed on the Great Beast."

The image becomes clear. It shows a fae woman of radiant light, extending a hand to be held by that of the point of view, who is obviously Ignatius, from the fact that his hand is bright red. Her eyes seem kind, but strained with knowledge, like someone careworn from too many years of struggle. The Summer Queen, as Ignatius knows her.