Herald of the Witch's Mark (Rowan Blood, #3)

by Kellen Graves

“Once silver sows their longest day, “Iron reaps its bloody night; “As yew trees pin our suns in sleep, “Rowan tears the moon shall weep. “Not once, nor twice, nor thrice⁠— “Six knocks aloud, they scatter like mice.”

He was marrying Cylvan dé Tuatha dé Danann, after all, who was the most dramatic creature to walk on two legs.

“I am eager to fall in love with you at first sight,” Cylvan whispered. “All over again.”

“I’m not going to make myself smaller, or quieter, or more easily swallowed for the people who want me dead.”

“I mean—who are you really, because I still don’t believe I’m being told the entire truth. I think everything out of your mouth is half a lie. And I don’t think you’re actually any kind of descendant from the Kyteler family.”

Acacia Kyteler—looked almost exactly like Sunbeam.

Perhaps there was at least one simple truth in the world: Saffron would forever be madly in love with Cylvan dé Tuatha dé Danann.

“What is he supposed to do all by himself?” Saffron said tightly. “He’s the Prince of Alfidel, Saffron. Who else has any power to do anything?”

“You’re… Taran mac Delbaith?” Saffron emphasized. “Yes. I don’t know how you’ve done this, beantighe, but it’s me, alright.”