You can!

When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

the hive, as a rule, do not and cannot turn to each other for comfort or reassurance. that hews too close to showing weakness, and among the ascendant it would invite an attack, well-deserved. how well they follow this rule depends, but chirraek keeps nearly all at a distance, and has no siblings or hive they grew with that they would risk it with

they take comfort, in a distant sort of way, in savathun’s cunning, and in their own value to her court. as long there is a need for them, they have a place, and that is enough

I have! My favourite part is described in this post.  But to add some other things:

I enjoyed the pre-he*archate story, the Chameleon’s Gloves. It was great to see a view of the Kel prior to their being a faction of a broader empire and I would love to see similar views of any of the others that existed prior to the empire.

The story from Rodao’s POV was devastating but also very well done. 

It’s great having all these stories gathered together in a print edition.

He'd forgotten the necessity of breath so many eons ago that the sudden press of negative matter against his lungs was an afterthought. She'd folded however, choking against the heaviness of something and everything and nothing. Was this betrayal or another step in their never-ending dance? He'd chosen her as his partner long before his triumph before Crota's throne, and Toland wouldn't change that choice even as she wept before him, an echo of her real and true shape. Salvation, he had heard but the ferocious maw that once was his heart devoured itself as the wish dragon's arm reared back to tear their reality again.

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the dignity of that last shot ... stunning

Thank you for asking! :D

Okay so, *unfurls five-foot-long list of notes* the gist is that the Elves have lived in a timeless paradise for millennia, where nothing can grow or change. The only problem is that this poses a problem for having kids, because unless you want them to be babies forever you can’t raise them in their world (which I have tentatively termed the Elfgarden) - you have to send them to ours, swapping them out for a human child, which is where changelings come from.

The plot is one of the changelings has reached the age of adulthood and has been called back to the Elfgarden. With only vague memories of her life in our world and a desire to find her cat (whatever that is), she has to navigate meeting her true mother and her human counterpart, the aggrieved Unseelie, an alchemist constantly pushing the limits of, um, “science”, and a world that doesn’t want her to ever leave. And, hopefully, help her human counterpart escape Fae slavery.