One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

My magic moves, he said. My magic bites. My magic soothes. My magic frights. You are young and not so bold. I am unflinching—five hundred years old.

His Cards are but weapons, his kingdom now cruel. Shepherd of folly, King of the fools.

But the Spirit was neglected, no matter her plea. The Rowans erased her, as they once did to me. But she keeps her own time, and I keep a long score. The tide that comes next will blot out the shore.