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.

The Hawthorn tree carries few seeds. Its branches are weary, it’s lost all its leaves. Be wary the man who bargains and thieves. He’ll offer your soul to get what he needs.

But before the man could strike again, he was reeling backward, a black sleeve wrapped around his throat. The Captain of the Destriers had arrived.

im going to touch him... WHO SAID THAT

The purple light moved closer. I turned, watching the light. A moment later, Ravyn reappeared, close to me, a mischievous grin on his mouth. “You’re the only one I can’t sneak up on,” he said.

How you look is—and perhaps always has been—utterly irrelevant.

Loving the Nightmare like i love Tairn

The berry of rowans is red, always red. The earth at its trunk is dark with blood shed. But a Prince is a man, and a man may be bled. He came for the girl… And got the monster instead.

CHILLS

“Hauth broke your wrist, Ravyn mangled his hand. Balance.”