One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

“Ravyn,” he said, his eyes tracing my face, flashing a moment to my mouth. “If we’re going to be convincing, you should call me Ravyn.” A smile tugged at my lips. “Good night, then, Ravyn.” He responded with a slow, satisfied grin. “I’ll take that as your answer, Elspeth.”

obsessed

“He hunches, not animal, not man, but something between. He stands in the room he built for the Spirit of the Wood, perched upon a tall, dark stone.”

Be wary. Be clever. Be good.”

spine hunching as the Nightmare’s claws curled around it.

Magic is everywhere—ageless.

Scythe.

The last thing I saw before I lost my footing and fell into darkness was my dirt-covered fingers, long and stiff, covered in blood.

blood??? what is going on?