Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

And terrified people are easy to control.

Even now, taut with strain, her voice eased him, like a warm cloth pressed over his eyes.

We raised ourselves to full height, Shepherd King—Nightmare—I. When we stepped forward, the forest stood still for us.

It was as if all of our lives, drawn in long, separate lines, had curved together. Curved so much that all of us had become interlocking circles. As if we had been destined together. Shepherded together.