One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

Still, it was the first time I stopped fearing the Nightmare—the voice in my head, the creature with strange yellow eyes and an eerie, smooth voice. Eleven years later, and I don’t fear him at all. Even if I should.

Elm watched me, tracing the shock on my face. This time, his smile was full. “He didn’t tell you?” I blinked, my tongue caught in a snare. “He—He’s—” “Infected,” Elm said. “Yes. Terribly so.” What creature is he, with mask made of stone? the Nightmare said once more. Captain? Highwayman? Or beast yet unknown?