Twin Crowns (Twin Crowns, #1)

by Catherine Doyle

“When you break open the stone heart of Anadawn Palace and seize your rightful place on its throne, all the winds of Eana will sing your name. May the courage of the witches go with you, my little bird.”

“Will you catch me if I fall?” “No, but I’ll wave at you on your way down.”

In the morning, she would be Rose Valhart, heir to the throne of Eana. Sweet and pure and dangerous.

Healers, like Thea, used their own energy for their craft. Warriors, like Shen, were born light-footed and charged by the sun. Tempests, like Banba, weaved their storms from a strand of wind and cast infernos from a single spark of lightning, and Seers turned to the night sky for their visions—an open space to watch the starcrest birds cast patterns of the future among the stars—though that craft was so rare, Wren had never even met a seer in person.

Ansel was handsome. Being Rose was becoming more enjoyable by the minute.

“You have nothing to wager but your arrogance. You may keep it,” snapped Rose.

But Tor couldn’t find the words. He reached for her and she went to him. And then they were kissing again. This time, they didn’t stop.