Queens of Mist and Madness (Fae Isles, #4)

by Lisette Marshall

‘The Mother’s empire is only getting stronger,’ Rosalind continued, her sharp words reaching me from miles and miles away – marching on, unaffected, as if the floor wasn’t sinking away beneath my feet. As if she hadn’t just upended my entire existence with a single resounding slap and a few snapped words. ‘The rest of the world is only getting weaker. If they don’t kill the bitch now, they never will – and once she’s done away with that bigger threat between our borders, where do you all think her eyes will wander next? Do you really believe she’ll contently sit down on that throne she built from our bones and gladly accept there is nothing left to conquer?’ You seem to have inherited your mother’s talent for shouting rather convincingly, Agenor had said, and gods help me, I could see it now – the paling faces as her words sank in, the shocked murmurs rippling through their ranks.