Feathers So Vicious (Court of Ravens, #1)

by Liv Zander

“You have no kingdom, no crown. If you call this farce a court, then I can only assume that you’re its fool.”

What would it feel like to be loved with such intensity? Such unequivocal fortitude that not even death could impose conditions? I wanted to experience such a love so badly…

“No matter how much you want to hate me, it’ll never measure up to the loathing my father clearly harbors for me. You think you rendered me worthless? Don’t flatter yourself, Malyr. I was born worthless.”

“The longer you make me look at you, little dove, the harder it is for me to remember what you are. And I fear that, if I look too long… I just might forget who you are."

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

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