Feathers So Vicious (Court of Ravens, #1)

by Liv Zander

What would it feel like to be loved with such intensity? Such unequivocal fortitude, not even death could impose conditions?

Nobody loved me. Nobody ever would. My eyes burned. My surroundings blurred.

“See, there is no love for you here—not from me, not from him. There is no love for you anywhere.” Malyr leaned into me,

Color bled over the room. Our vision sharpened. With a storm of white wingbeats, my ravens carried me up to the flight hole, and out into the even whiter winter from there. Our plumage blended with the snow and the clouds. Our wings carried us east.