Snow Like Ashes (Snow Like Ashes, #1)

by Sara Raasch

“Should we hug or something?” Sir rolls his eyes. “Get your weapon. We head for Cordell.”

So I pick up a handful of rocks from beside the path and hurl the small stones at them as I step forward. “You—giant—awful—traitors!”

“First day as Cordellan royalty, and you’re already terrifying the soldiers.”

Something more powerful. Something like the Decay. That thought is like the final blow of a fight, the one that makes me waver toward unconsciousness. Everything Hannah showed me—Angra’s true power—his agelessness— It’s real.

“No, my queen,” Alysson says. “We will do it; of course we will do it. Winter needs us. We will raise our son as yours.” The name. Those five letters stitched so perfectly. MEIRA.

I’m Winter’s conduit.

I’m Winter’s queen.

My queen. How does he know?