One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

My magic moves, he said. My magic bites. My magic soothes. My magic frights. You are young and not so bold. I am unflinching—five hundred years old.

strange it looked, alone in the ruins, unmarked but for one dark window

Love when the name of the book finally gets dropped in to it!

“Like a maiden in a storybook. As if the Shepherd King had penned you himself.”

Ravyn took a bite of bread and leaned back in his chair. “What do you mean?” “You’re smiling.” Elm looked over the table. “Does no one else find that incredibly unnerving?”

Elspeth Spindle. Nothing comes free. The air around me thinned. I blinked, trying to stave off the darkness, like a child fighting sleep. Promise me you’ll help Ravyn. Promise me you’ll save Emory. It’s time, dear one, he purred, lulling me to rest. Promise! He sighed. I promise to help the Yews in all their endeavors.