Bloomsbury YA

Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …

Those few days had been made slightly easier by the clean strips of linen that Gavriel and Rowan provided, undoubtedly from their own shirts. When they’d cut them up, she had no idea.

Yrene’s hand drifted across her abdomen and lingered.

And tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light.
It had been his honor. From the very beginning, it had been his honor, the greatest of his immortal life.

Well, I do.” His growled words echoed across the water and stone, and he lowered his voice. Worse things than wights might come sniffing down here. “I cared about you on that beach. And your queen did, too.”

She’d protested, but even Gavriel had told her that she was mortal. Untrained. And what she’d done today … Rowan didn’t have the words to convey his gratitude for what Elide had done. The unexpected ally she’d found.

awn was not too far off when a warm body slid beside his.
Dorian said into the darkness, “Three to a tent isn’t too comfortable, is it?”

Who do you wish to be?

’m so tired, Rowan.”
His heart strained again. “I know, Fireheart.”

Rattle the stars