The Unseelie Throne (Maze of Shadows #3)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

How am I meant to answer a question when I do not even know what is being asked of me?

I will be doing that precisely as little as possible. Which was exactly why she had the distinct impression she would be forced to do it frequently.

“The willow bends against the wind, but it does not snap. The rumbles of the earth might topple the mightiest trees, yet life grows from its fallen form.”

She placed her palm to his cheek, and after studying his face for a moment, searching for something in his gaze—she kissed him. Without threat, without goading, without bargain. For the very first time, of her very own accord…

She was not his moon and stars. She was his sunlight. And he would cherish her for as long as he could. And come what may. For she loved him. Something no one else had ever done.