Faebound (Faebound, #1)

by Saara El-Arifi

And for a time, all was well. But no matter how much the gods wished for peace, they had given their children the one thing that would never ensure it. Free will.

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

But it’s impossible to mask the aroma of a thousand-year war. It lived in the air, in the skin, in the very bones of the earth.

‘You are the fire of my heart, and the beat of my drum. I am yours under moonlight. Until the rhythm sings no more.’

‘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.