Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

“Does that make me wicked?” “If it does, you and I are the same kind of wicked.”

He found Linden—ripped his stolen Scythe from the Destrier’s pocket—and shoved him on the floor.

You're telling me he didnt take hauths cards??? Fool

“You won’t win,” he said again. “For nothing is safe, and nothing is free. Debt follows all men, no matter their plea. When the Shepherd returns, a new day shall ring. Death to the Rowans.” His gray eyes focused, homing in on Elm. “Long live the King.”

The Nightmare and I stared. We seem to have missed something rather important, I said. Small mercies.

He is my favorite