The Unseelie King (Maze of Shadows #4)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

Tears stung her eyes, though she did not much care. She had not stopped crying since he had passed, except for the briefest moments. They were her truest companions now. They would comfort her in the dark of the night when he was not there to hold her. And she would weep until rivers flowed beneath her feet if it meant the world would share in her sorrow.

Her moonlight. Her bone, and her blood, and the promise of sharp teeth and the tear of claws.