The Raven and the Dove (The Raven and the Dove, #1)

by Kaitlyn Davis

The books accepted him into their folds, their pages, and he in turn loved them.

“I don’t care. I don’t need to. He’s going to be my mate, whether he wants to or not.”

“We call life a game, because we each have our own wants, our own desires—but he sees everything, he knows everything, and he leads us down our destined path. We fight back sometimes, we make moves, and so does he. On and on it goes until, in the end, he wins, like he always does. But still, we keep playing. What other choice do we have?”

“No one will see you,” he repeated. “No one will learn your secrets from me. You have my word. I swear it on the gods.”

He’d rather be honestly hated than dishonestly tolerated, especially when it meant he didn’t have to pretend either.

Princess Lyana Aethionus chased after no man. After all, why would she when it would be oh, so easy to get him to chase after her?

“They’ve never forgiven Rafe for being the son my father loved more than me, the strong son, the warrior. And he’s

never forgiven himself either, which is why he never lets anyone get close. He doesn’t think he deserves it.”

Because his magic had saved her. His magic had created this moment. And she, and this, were magnificent.

“Love is when you find a piece of yourself in someone else, a piece you never knew was missing, but without which you'd be broken. You feel whole, and complete, and accepted for exactly who you are. You can be your true self, because around this person, for the first time you have no desire to pretend to be anyone else.”

She saved me. From the dragon. From loneliness. From myself. In so many ways, she saved me.