One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

I wanted to shout, to break the glass of his control. But I could not find the words. The day had stolen them. And the night had buried them. Weariness was king, and I his servant. Ravyn took me down a dark corridor with jumping lanterns and strange, unnerving portraits to the last door in a long row. The Nightmare sniffed the air, tapping his teeth together as I took in my surroundings. His pupils flared, easing the darkness of the castle. We stopped in the middle of a long hall of rooms. Ravyn opened a door, the hinge creaking its welcome.

Imagery is amazing.

I felt him there in the darkness.

Spoopy