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.

‘War plays by no rules. There are only fighters and failures,’

It was a sentence worse than death.

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

‘No, being faebound gives us power. Once tied to an obeah, we can use magic.’

‘Yes, the fae language comes to us fully formed once bound to an obeah. Some of the Lightless have managed to teach themselves how to speak fae, but it’s a very difficult language, and some of the sounds don’t come naturally unless you are bonded.’

‘The trickster fae, wicked fae, who killed all the last humans on earth? They may be wicked sometimes, but no more wicked than us.’

Cursive script was scoured into the bark behind them, but Yeeran couldn’t read it.

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

‘Leave your guilt here.’

‘May your passing be like the light of the moon, banishing all of darkness, all of doom. May your soul rest among the starlight and your heart shine bright.’

A prophecy denied is a prophecy left to fester.

Why does it surprise you so? Should not a leader help to provide?

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.

Here is a king who will fight for what is right. It is because he never sought power, and so he does not seek to wield it like a weapon,