Cursebound (Faebound, #2)

by Saara El-Arifi

The one born of a storm’s mist shall be your beloved. But when the waning moon turns, you will grant them their death.

‘Anything beautiful can be a weapon, it all depends on who wields it.’

Their love was a simple thing in a world that made things unnecessarily complex.

‘Now, Yeeran. You are mine,’ Salawa said with a grin. ‘You will lead me to Mosima, whether you wish to or not. Otherwise…you meet the fate you should have met for breaching your exile. Death.’

‘If there is one thing I’ve learned it’s that worthiness is a quality made up by those who wish to justify a hierarchy.’

‘Enslaved then bound, lost then found. Humans made low no longer. Cursebound to centuries on four fleet feet but soon their freedom beckons.’