Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

Elm, it called. Rotten, ruined Elm. Neglected, now chosen. I see you, heir of Kings. I’ve always seen you.

“For even dead, I will not die. I am the shepherd of shadow. The phantom of the fright. The demon in the daydream. The nightmare in the night.”

Oh, give her a hug. Don’t be grotesque.

“Goodbye, Taxus. Be wary. Be clever. Be good.”