Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

And so, Ravyn Yew, your Elm I won’t touch. His life strays beyond my ravenous clutch. For a kicked pup grows teeth, and teeth sink to bone. I will need him, one day, when I harvest the throne.

“Why the hell would we need a Maiden?” The Nightmare tapped his fingernails over the crown in his lap. “Pray that we don’t.”

You will learn, just as I did, what it feels like to lose yourself in the wood.”

took Bennett to the wood. Asked the Spirit to bless him with her magic. A day later, his infant veins were dark as ink. His magic was the antithesis of mine, the trees told me. My heir, my counterweight.