House of Beating Wings (The Kingdom of Crows, #1)

by Olivia Wildenstein

Dante to the throne. Antoni squeezes my waist. “One day soon, there’ll be peace.” I frown because I hadn’t realized we were at war.

Does this homicidal bird hold such power?

If you don’t untuck your fucking shirt, I’ll inflict bodily harm on every Selvatin who leers at you. Is that truly what you want? I pick open

“Please.” I roll my eyes. “If I sank the royal fleet, Nonno, I’d make sure you were on board one of the boats.” Justus’s ponytail swings like a pendulum as he rears his head.

Is that true? That I’ve spilled blood? Yes. But how much? As little as possible; as much as necessary.

After this, Lorcan, after I’ve brought you and your Crows home, I’ll be leaving Luce and the two of you idiots. You can murder each other for all I care. Resolve drying my eyes, I stomp

That you, Little Bird, belong to the sky.

And that the sky . . . it belongs to me.