Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

Ravyn had been a liar always out of necessity, never a fondness for the craft. It was one of the many masks he wore. And he’d worn it so long that, even when he should take it off, he didn’t always know how.

“You asked for the truth. Truth bends, Ravyn Yew. We must all bend along with it. If we do not, well…” His yellow eyes flared. “Then we will break.”

He was a rotted-out tree, and Ravyn the impenetrable, untouchable vines that held the pieces of him together.