A Reign of Rose (The Sacred Stones, #3)

by Kate Golden

And with the rise of the phoenix will the final battle start. A king who can only meet his end at her hands, A girl who knows what she must choose, A sacrifice made to save both troubled lands, Without it, an entire realm will lose. A tragedy for both full Fae, as each shall fall, Alas it is the price to pay to save them all.

But the woman I was now—walking past wrought-iron fences wreathed in greenery and corner taverns adorned with flowerpots—this woman was all the things I’d hoped one day I would be: a little more worldly, a little less afraid to ask for what I wanted, sympathetic to the ambiguities of life and the complicated choices we all faced. Not necessarily brave, but aware of the fact that it was courageous just to get up each day when there was so much to fear…Maybe most importantly—this woman liked herself.