Queen of Myth and Monsters (Adrian X Isolde, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“All the stars in the sky, Sparrow.”

“Strange that men claim we are weak when they are so afraid.”

“We will not survive if we are not docile.” “Is survival worth it, then?”

I recalled how I had felt during the spell in the woods. How it had felt like my very womb had split open, and it had been full of light, full of magic, full of warmth, and it had given me hope—and then it felt as though it had been taken, snatched from me by hate. But it hadn’t. It had just been suppressed. It was afraid, just as I was afraid now. That was the design of oppression.

“This world is afraid of powerful women.”

Our trauma had crossed lifetimes. It was in our blood; it lived in the air and earth; it whispered in the dark. It had silenced us for too long.

“I am Isolde Vasiliev, queen of Revekka,” I yelled. “I am of the House of Lara, daughter of Elvira of Nalani, sister of witches, and I have come to reclaim my crown.”