Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

“Praise is for the bedroom, Cross. Not the training ring.”

Yes, I believe in the gods. I believe they watch us from their precious shades. And I believe they’re vindictive, manipulative bastards intent on tormenting us from their thrones.”

He put both hands over his heart and bowed. Then he slipped into his treehouse, closing the door.

I’d been in this kingdom for nearly two months, and somehow, he’d become the center of this new life. The axis I seemed to orbit.

Turah was perilous. Majestic. Horrifying. Stirring. It was every emotion, good and bad, woven into a landscape that had stolen my heart. Like its guardian.

“Stop asking questions, Ransom, and kiss your wife.”

“I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.”