Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

“The girl, the King, and the monster they became.”

“The last barter waits in a place with no time. A place of great sorrow and bloodshed and crime. No sword there can save you, no mask hide your face. You’ll return with the Twin Alders… “But you’ll never leave that place.”

The Maiden hadn’t made her taller, hadn’t—thank the bloody trees—diminished any of her remarkable curves.

Elm’s smile did not touch his eyes. He rolled his shoulder, and Ravyn’s hand fell. Because you’ve never been turned by a beautiful woman, have you, Captain?

And Ravyn, like in so many other things he did, carried the iron ring so that Elm didn’t have to.

“Human life is short. You are not as a tree, stoic and unyielding, but a butterfly. Delicate, fleeting. Inconsequential.”

‘Magic sways, like salt water on a tide. I believe the Spirit is the moon, commanding the tide. She pulls us in, but also sets us free. She is neither good nor evil. She is magic—balance. Eternal.’”