Faebound (Faebound, #1)

by Saara El-Arifi

And where there is value, there is power, and where there is power, violence will always brew.

Three years ago, he spoke of a prophecy that foretold the second coming of the fae. It was then that the diviners knew that his illness was progressing – the fae only lived in faerytales now.

‘The one born of a storm’s mist shall be your beloved. But when the waning moon turns, you will grant them their death.’

Under a waxing moon that no one can see, when the sun flares and twilight reigns. A burdened partnership will die when poison passes their lips. One gilded, one pearl.

You will wield magic unmatched, speak prophecies unspoken. You will be the leader we seek, and the leader we are due.’

Love and hate are oil and water, separate but similar, and sometimes they swirl together, making it difficult to tell one from the other.

Forever the war will rage, until united, the three shall die. Humans made low, then fae made lower, Then elves in ignorance, gone is their power, Cursed to endure, cursed to survive. All shall perish lest all three thrive.

‘A king’s vengeance sated. A prophecy fulfilled.’