The Unseelie Throne (Maze of Shadows #3)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

The whole idea of beginnings was a foolish concept. Things did not begin or end. They looped, if nothing else. Life led to death, death led to life, the seasons cycled, the sun circled the sky with the moon as the other half of its pair.

“See into the soul of me, my beloved, and know that it is yours.”

“I love you, Valroy,” she whispered. “I love you not in spite of your darkness, but because of it. Come what may, my prince, I wish to stand at your side.” And she found she meant every single word of it.